"I have no room! See you, master With a gloomy face, he knelt down on one knee, his head tightly lowered, and the expected voice didn't ring,

he looked up in doubt and his eyes widened. His face suddenly showed a cold and anger. Where did the bastard dare to hurt his master?!

"Hum!" With a wave of Wu Jian's one hand, Wang Mang's body was covered by dense black fog in mid air. Wu Jian's figure became illusory in a flash, and then he got into Wang Mang's body!

"Jie Jie! The soul of human beings is really weak. As the strongest human being, you are just like that. Although you have practiced several secret ways of spiritual attack and defense, compared with our practitioners, you are really a firefly competing with the bright moon! "

Black soul shadow disdained to say, is planning to launch a thorough attack, but a sudden sense of crisis let him suddenly alert.

"What is it?" With the roar of the Black Ghost, a strong black fog filled Wang Mang's mind.

the black fog was like the most corrosive venom. As soon as the Black Ghost was touched with a little, it uttered a sad cry, "what is this?"

Black fog is the most common emotional condensation in infernal hell, where there is nothing else but endless pain and despair,

this is the negative emotion that any creature has - pain! And Wujian is the embodiment of pain, a special body formed by the massive sense of pain.

"How dare you hurt my lord? You will die As soon as his roaring voice fell, a completely sealed black cage was constructed around the Black Ghost, "let me out! What is this place? "

The black shadow of the blue haired youth carries his soul. He is not strong, but he can become a disciple of the outside world by his strange and mysterious spiritual secret skill.

I don't know how many souls of the strong were destroyed by this magic skill, but this time, he met a real natural enemy!

The embodiment of pain has an invincible restraint against any soul, just like a hare flying on the grassland and encountering an eagle flying in the sky,

for a moment, the airtight black prison slowly presses in, no matter how the shadow of the black soul struggles, it is futile!

"Ah!" A long and pitiful roar came down, and the black prison gradually disappeared. The shadow of the blue haired youth disappeared completely, and turned into black air, which was swallowed by the endless black fog.

at the moment when the shadow disappeared, Wang Mang suddenly opened his eyes. His face was a little ugly, and his cheek was a little pale.

He asked himself that few people were his opponents in the world. After all, the detached body, together with the huge power energy of crushing three or five times of the same level, could resist his cold attack. But he didn't expect that he capsized in the sewer this time.

the blue haired youth's self explosion made him just set up physical defense, but he didn't expect the mental impact!

If it wasn't for this luck, Wang Mang would have suffered great mental trauma even if he didn't die this time! Every attack consumes soul energy, use a little less!

"Please punish me! My subordinates are so incompetent that they let their master be attacked like this. I really deserve to die! " Without guilt, he bowed his head, knelt on one knee, and his words were full of repentance.