Disasters are often symbolized by darkness.

It is not because there is a problem with darkness itself, but because the creatures are constantly afraid and seem to be able to swallow everything.

The mind and fear give it a different kind of power.

The face in Wang He's hand is a prop that depends on darkness.

When it is completely swallowed by darkness and no one can detect it, the existence that lives in the darkness will smell its favorite fear.

Its name is Night Demon.

It protrudes in the night and swims in the dark, making fun of intimidation and deception of others. It is a genuine evil camp creature.

Its pleasure comes from the pain of those inferior creatures. It is different from the evil gods that Wang He has seen in the normal sense.

It has wisdom, but it is fundamentally based on madness.

It is not God, and there is no so-called doctrine.

Its ideas cannot be described in words.

It is indescribable.

"I also saw the mouth of the devouring open in the sky, and the endless blind darkness swirled in it."

"The terrifying sun is surging with the stars, and the intellectual light is dark and thousands of people are forgotten."

Wang He, as the holder of the facet, suddenly heard such a strange word.

It was like a neutral voice that was inseparable from a man and a woman, chanting in his ear. Those voices, like substance, were about to penetrate into his mind.

The crazy words and the crazy spirit seemed to be about to completely swallow him.

He seemed to have seen an illusion:

A man stood in front of the mirror, but there was nothing in the mirror.

The man stood quietly, suddenly, and suddenly, he felt endless fear and shouted in depression.

He supported the table with both hands and his spirit was broken.

But a figure appeared in the mirror at this moment.

Slowly enlarging, from blur to clear, Wang He saw his own appearance in the mirror.

The illusion came to an abrupt end.

Accompanied by this special and strange atmosphere, the ball emerged from the face, and a gray skin stretched out, similar to the sharp claws of a bat.

It took the devil's sharp energy attack, as sharp as a blade, from the blade.

Then, after repeated twists and turns, something incredible happened.

Its claws were cut off directly by the red blade, and blue blood was flowing down.

But at the moment it was cut off, its blood and its separated arms suddenly stopped and floated and stayed in mid-air.

Some ancient and indistinguishable language rang out.

In an instant, the upper arm and the residual limbs, like the bipolar poles of magnets, were resuspended by a huge suction force and stuck together again.

Then, the gray claw that had returned to its completeness hooked back and grabbed the red energy blade.

But who would have thought that the sharp blade seemed to have spirituality?

It carried the sharpness that could break through all obstacles and turned around for three weeks in the air with 365 degrees as the benchmark.

Like a cut fan blade, it directly divides its claws into dozens of segments, and then it moves towards Wang He without diminishing momentum!

It is obvious that its target is Wang He.

Wang He looked at it and was not panicked.

Unlike his usual thinking and planning, he is acting simply by relying on instinct.

Even the telepathic Nightingale didn't understand what this human was thinking.

He seemed to have completely changed.

It's like changing a pattern, changing a personality, or experiencing countless time.

The technique of using the law of destiny is engraved in his soul, and although knowledge cannot be remembered, it cannot be erased.

Even the manager of fate cannot deny that Wang He is the first and last true apprentice in his countless years.

I saw Wang He pulling out a short white dagger from the void behind the left.

And his right hand was raised from top to bottom, gently, as if he wanted to lift something extremely heavy.

In a blink of an eye, a golden thread connected to the giant red energy blade appeared in his field of vision.

He did not hesitate, holding bs in his left hand, and a light stroke from the lower left to the upper right.

At this time, he was different from the past, singing condescendingly in the posture of a superior:

"You can never touch it, it has nothing to do with the edge of fate."

The sound sounded, bs, and contacted the thread.

The golden thread connecting the two broke in response to the sound.

The red light blade did not change direction or reduce its power, and it directly crossed through Wang He's body.

However, it was like crossing nothingness from the air without any obstacles, it was as sharp as a sharp blade that cut off everything, and it could not hurt Wang He at all.

Wang He stood as expected. He was not afraid of the illusion just now or the attacks now.

His consciousness was very clear.

Although he didn't know why he was able to use these skills, he knew very well that when the thread broke, the relationship between him and the opponent's attack would disappear.

Destiny will lose the midpoint of interlacing.

At the moment when he uses his instinct to exert the laws of destiny, an extremely indifferent attitude will naturally arise in his heart.

At this moment, all life is no different in his eyes.

They have no high or low, no high or low, no strength or weakness, and some are just fixed cycles of round trip cycles.

Wang He seemed to be watching works he had read countless times and could not feel any interest.

He stared at the demon in the distance and the claws that were re-received from the black shadow.

These two are another special image in his field of vision at this time.

They are two huge mountain-like cocoons wrapped in countless black silk threads.

And there is a thick and long black rope between them.

Black represents the "strength of fate" that represents misfortune and destruction.

Wang He just knew that there would inevitably be a fight between them, there would inevitably be entanglements, and the life and death of countless lives would inevitably involve.

So, he started a new round of chanting.

Spells, spells, or words of some kind of opening ceremony, formed words from the depths of his soul and spoken from him:.

"In the name of fate, call the things that are bound by fate."

Wang He began the second chanting without hesitation in this indifferent and concentrated state.

Above the five fingers of his spreading right hand, a white light appeared as he chanted.

It was like the five beacons rising from the void, or five soul fires, showing them in front of Wang He with a dazzling and deep glory.

The next moment, his five fingers suddenly gathered together.

The five rays of light blended together and overlapped together, began to become substantial, and turned into a white rope that was held tightly in Wang He's hand and erected.

One end of it connects to the void.

And Wang He grabbed the other end of it and pulled it downwards.

Then, an item fell from the void above.

It shines with familiar light and falls gently in Wang He's right hand.

It is the facet that returns to the light!

The moment the face appeared, in the darkness in the distance, Ye Demon's claws suddenly stopped moving.

And further away, a larger curve appeared on the corner of the devil's mouth.

It stood next to the door of fate, turned a direction, faced where the Night Demon was, and drew a crooked cross in the void with its hands.

"Breaking the Evil Slash."

Two extremely huge sacred cross-slashes of sacred light, like miracles, were displayed in the hands of this "devil".

Ridiculous, but powerful enough to speak.

With one move, the Night Demon and the darkness were swallowed together. He even forced himself to purify, opening up a huge gap in the rear area.

Wang He had left the devil's attack range at some point.

At this moment, he sat on a rocking chair, playing with the "fate bs" in his hand as if nothing had happened.

This bs tip, constructed by the power of the law of fate, is inserted with a shining face.

The gear of fate began to rotate at this moment.11
Chapter completed!