Wang He's body "observed" an alien existence.

An unknown object suddenly appeared behind him. Then, he moved closer to him.

In a blink of an eye, it approached the point where it was about to come into contact.

This process was silent and extremely natural, and was not discovered by anyone present.

A hand slowly and extremely brushed the air near his shoulders.

Wang He only relied on his instinct to avoid this attack-like action.

This intuition similar to danger prediction comes from not himself, but from his body, the World Tree.

This means:

It was an "attack" that seemed so subtle that no one could detect except the World Tree.

Wang He did not hesitate, turned around and faced him directly.

He gathered most of his attention on this sudden appearance of the individual.

Waiting there quietly was a middle-aged male "human" with obvious joy and the same color as him.

He was wearing the same modern costumes as Wang He lived in the real world.

Although he had never met, Wang He had given some information about his appearance.

Wang He was waiting for the other party's actions.

The middle-aged man seemed to see through Wang He's thoughts, and did not continue to act, but took the initiative to speak: "I didn't expect that it was you, Wang He. It's true and false, so it's easy for me to find."

"It seems that fate will occasionally make some jokes with us."

This middle-aged man has no reason, but it means that it is not the first time he understands the words, accompanied by a layer of translucent, similar to the appearance of a flame barrier.

The small space where Wang He and the man were in was surrounded by a spherical wall of flames at the moment when the man finished his words.

Even the light cannot penetrate these flames.

Wang He was in it and saw only the man in the shadows, emitting a layer of translucent light all over his body.

On the side, the saint, a friendly army, and the soul manager who used the body of the rainbow dragon discovered the change at the first time, but unexpectedly discovered it when he was preparing to assist:

It cannot interfere with these "flames".

The information fed back from the dragon body, the seemingly no special high-temperature flame barrier has a familiar but plausible feeling.

It's like cognition should be the same thing, but it's not.

It’s like she clearly held the key to her own door and tried it many times, but couldn’t open the door at all, giving her a very weird feeling.

What surprised her even more was that she observed through the laws of the soul:

The guy who suddenly appeared, his soul, or their soul, was an astronomical figure that even she could not estimate.

In other words, what she saw was only an individual, but in fact, it was a person that emerged from nowhere, completely beyond her cognition:

A "monster" gathered from a huge number of souls.

"This is impossible!" Even a manager who has mastered countless soul knowledge, this was her first idea.

Because that number is even larger than the total number of known souls in the multiverse in the database organized by the observer.

Moreover, it is even more huge. If you use the laws to observe in depth, your consciousness will immediately collapse.

How should souls of this level gather together to become an individual and maintain stability?

She couldn't understand.

The middle-aged man seemed to feel her thoughts, turned his gaze, looked at her outside the fire circle with a smile, and said without any worries:

"We have made contributions, our lovely experimental subject. Now, you can finally fall asleep forever."

As soon as he finished speaking, the soul manager discovered:

She was suddenly repelled from the dragon's body by an inexplicable force.

According to her cognition, it was like the real host returning to the body and defeating her without fighting at the soul level.

Incredible.

However, before she could think more, her soul was instantly entangled by an unparalleled suction force suddenly generated from the fire circle.

In just a moment, she felt a trembling and chill.

The "Soul Law" that has been developed to this day and has been named "Manager" is completely useless at this time.

She couldn't even think.

The ending also seems to be the only one that is involved in the flame vortex.

Just then, Wang He snorted coldly: "You seem to think I don't exist, 'human'!"

At this time, Wang He had already conducted many investigations, but he could not see the past of the middle-aged man through the law of fate and could not find his weaknesses.

There is no favorable information.

However, watching an important source of intelligence be weakened by others is naturally not his style.

I saw Wang He holding a red pill with a hint of anger in his hand.

That is, a long time ago, the "Fire Yang Pill" obtained from a certain Eastern copy and thanked by a certain Eastern alchemist.

That is, he guided himself, the gift from others.

That is, the "cradle of fate" representing the law of flame.

At this moment, he completely connected the ropes of fate with the chaos of the roots.

"I will borrow your fuel!"

While Wang He said this, a flame that was extremely dazzling and emitted endless light was instantly lit inside the translucent fire wall.

The shadows were dispelled from the inside in an instant.

Light instantly pours in from the outside.

Moreover, the special flame swept towards the source as if it had found a fuse and rushed towards the middle-aged man!

Then, at some point, the flames instantly went out in the middle.

The other party took back some kind of fuel used for ignition.

The suction force on the powerless soul manager also came to an abrupt end.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

The middle-aged man did not make any further moves.

He looked at Wang He with dark circles and said:

"The qualification to have and roots is indeed different. It is indeed not the fake toys that have been destroyed before and can be broken at the touch."

"Now, it's OK."

At this moment, there was a hint of unconcealed excitement and joy on his face.

But the next moment, he seemed to remember something, and his face changed to be as rigid as before.

He said in a deep voice: "Just now, you actually called me 'human'."

"It's really...as arrogant as always."

Wang He looked at the man who was like a madman and was talking nonsense, and understood his words a little.

Then, Wang He faced it straight and replied unwaveringly: "I never deny that arrogance is the accompanying product of the 'self'."

What he implies is: As long as he has "self", no one will not have "arrogance".

The middle-aged man suddenly paused strangely after hearing this sentence.

Although Wang He didn't know his original nature, his words pointed to a point similar to his "reverse scale".

At the same time, in Wang He's ear, the "system" controlled by the black and white ghost was crazily reminding:

“This guy is a real 'soul manager'.”

"It is to kill and dominate the existence of a special body similar to you."

"careful!"

The incarnation of the Black Ghost fulfills the mission of conveying its main layout.

And its original body, the real death manager, has already held a black sickle and harvested it behind the middle-aged man.

The black sickle will surely bring death.

But who will die?
Chapter completed!