The golden door slowly opened, and golden light shone out from the door. As the crack of the door became larger and larger, the golden light shot out became more and more dazzling. In the end, Wang Yi couldn't help but close his eyes. ☆→

After a while, the tingling sensation disappeared. Wang Yi slowly opened his eyes. The golden light disappeared. The golden pocket door disappeared. Wang Yi only had the Nether Flame Fruit and three pieces of kraft paper left in his hand. But what surprised Wang Yi even more was that everything around him had changed.

The tall buildings, the sea of ​​fire on the long street, and even the charred corpses of the high-level evolution were all gone. Wang Yi found that he was actually on a huge round white stone platform, surrounded by white clouds, making him not know where he was. The only clue was that there was a white-haired man sitting cross-legged in the center of this huge platform... a man?

Wang Yi was very close to the center of the platform, but a few meters away. He could see clearly that his life was very strange. Two thick eyebrows on his face in the four sides were flying slanted like swords. Just looking at the face shape and eyebrows made Wang Yi feel that this person was calm and stable and heroic. However, his pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes looked very beautiful. With a small nose bridge and a cherry-like small mouth, the three-dimensional eyes seemed to be better than Zhang Yuxi.

Such facial features are put together, coupled with the white hair at the waist and back, it really makes Wang Yi unable to tell whether this person is a man or a woman.

The white-haired man sensed Wang Yi's gaze, turned his head, and said lightly: "Are you here to seek guidance?"

The voice was extremely hoarse, but the hoarseness was not as heavy as a man should have. Instead, it was a bit more slight as a woman's voice, which made Wang Yi even less able to distinguish the gender of the person in front of him. However, now is not the time to care about these things.

Wang Yi nodded quickly in response.

"It's a good life."

The white-haired man said this meaninglessly, and without waiting for Wang Yi to respond, he raised his right arm and stretched out a white jade hand under the loose Liuyun sleeve. Then Wang Yi saw his index finger curling slightly.

bass!

With a sound of a knife, a cold light suddenly appeared on the fingertips of the white-haired man. Then, a sword light broke through the air and rushed towards Wang Yi.

The sword light was cast very fast, and Wang Yi did not expect that the white-haired man would suddenly take action. In a hurry, he had no time to pull out the squid, so he could only raise his right hand and move his palm in front of him. At the same time, the internal energy in the dantian rushed and gathered into his right palm along the Yangming large intestinal meridian.

The next moment, the sword light came to him, and Wang Yi shook his right palm, and the first style of Tongxin Palm, "Super Tide and Three Sticks of Waves" was used.

This was the first time Wang Yi used this move. He was not familiar with the moves, but the palm he used in a hurry was round and could be called entering the hall.

But before Wang Yi could be happy, the sword light passed through his palm. Immediately afterwards, Wang Yi lost consciousness and fell into chaos.

"I actually used my hand to pick up my knife. Huh, it's a bit like..."

When Wang Yi's consciousness woke up again, he heard the rather strange voice of the white-haired man. The strange-looking guy seemed to have a faint joy in his tone.

But what made Wang Yi even more strange was that he saw a sword light hovering in front of him, and there was a phantom behind the sword light. This phantom was exactly like a white-haired man, and there was nothingness around him, as if the environment he was in meditation. The most important thing was that he could not feel the existence of his body. In his perception, he now existed in a palm print.

Without waiting for Wang Yi to find out what happened and where he was, the man in white asked, "Why are you practicing martial arts?"

Listening to the man in white, Wang Yi naturally thought about this question. He quickly got an answer and replied in his heart: "To survive."

Wang Yi couldn't even sense his body, and naturally he didn't know how to answer, but what was amazing was that as he responded in his heart, his voice resounded throughout the entire void space, floating back and forth.

However, Wang Yi's answer seemed not to satisfy the man in white. The man in white asked expressionlessly again: "Why are you practicing martial arts?"

“To be stronger.”

This is the answer after Wang Yi thought about it again, but the white-haired man was still dissatisfied and asked for the third time: "Why are you practicing martial arts?"

This time, Wang Yi had no answer for a long time. It took him a long time to respond in his heart.

“For faith.”

Wang Yi's answer is not a negative answer, but a supplement. He must survive to have the opportunity to become stronger. Only with strong strength can he find Brother Dao, protect Li Rao, and even chop off Lord Corpse Demon and others, etc., and all of this is combined into belief.

Only after having a firm belief can Wang Yi overcome all difficulties and move forward step by step, and then do what he wants to do, should do, and should do.

The man in white nodded and did not ask any questions, but said lightly: "This is the sea of ​​consciousness that you have just opened up, which is the place where you enter into meditation and meditation. Your consciousness is placed in your palm just now, but I gave it the will.

And now I am a trace of my soul. The sword light in front of me is condensed by my little sword intent. What will happen next is the repetition just now. Before your palm print collapses, it depends on your chance to understand."

The man in white said that answered Wang Yi’s question, but he had more things in his mind, just like giving a palm print "will". Wang Yi didn’t understand such a mysterious statement.

But before Wang Yi could ask questions, the phantom of the man in white quickly faded away and disappeared quickly. Then, the sword light moved.

Silently, the sword light broke through the air, but before it could approach, the palm print where Wang Yi was also moved without any warning.

It was still a three-stack wave of rising tide, but Wang Yi clearly felt that this palm was completely different from what he used when he used it. The palm print seemed slow and fast, like the waves leaping and the clouds were clear and clear. In such an indescribable state, the palm print suddenly stopped. The next moment, the sword light hit the net, just like a fish entering the net, the force in the palm was erect, and in the banging sound, the palm power was mixed with the internal energy, like a fierce wave, one wave higher than the other.

The sword light shook lightly, and the castration was blocked. It was obviously greatly affected by the palm print. But immediately after the sword light flashed slightly, and it cut everything in front with the force of splitting the mountain and breaking the waves. Then the sword light passed through the palm print. Wang Yi heard a light crack sound, but there were a few light cracks on the palm print.
Chapter completed!