It's just a palm that can't be pulled out. You know, with Feng Hao's current strength, it may not be a problem to lift a small world. The strength is greater than the weight of a world, but he can't pull out the palm. It can be seen that this white
The fog is so deep.
"I don't believe you can really become one with this space."
Feng Hao roared, his face flushed red from exerting all his strength, and the veins on his forehead popped out, squirming like a dragon, looking a bit ferocious.
"Let go."
The man in the white mist discovered Feng Hao's purpose, and there was some panic in his voice. Countless fists from all around continued to bombard Feng Hao's body like a heavy rain. The dull sounds merged into rolling thunder, shaking the entire space.
Feng Hao thought well. His ability is indeed constantly alternating between illusion and reality. If he breaks away from illusion, his current attack will not be able to seriously hurt Feng Hao. At most, it will only cause deep pain.
If he was pulled out by Feng Hao, he would have no power to fight back, because he was one with the white god, and when he was pulled out of the illusory space, he would be like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, at Feng Hao's disposal.
"puff...."
"ah..."
Feng Hao screamed in severe pain all over his body and was bombarded by countless fists of white mist. Even his current physical strength was a bit too much for him. Blood continued to flow from the corners of his mouth, his face was extremely white, and his eyes that were originally like the starry sky were now covered with bloodshot eyes.
, a piece of red.
But can Feng Hao let go? If he fails to pull out the man of white mist this time, will there be another chance for him in the future?
He didn't believe that if he let go, the man in the white mist would let him go.
Under Feng Hao's full pull, the white mist covering the surrounding space showed signs of loosening. The originally stable space began to slowly twist, as if a layer of skin had been forcibly peeled off from the space, and the white mist stirred.
"Let me go, I'll admit defeat!"
Feeling that the white mist was being pulled, the people in the white mist were even more panicked and spoke hurriedly, as if to compromise.
But he underestimated Feng Hao's character and was indifferent to this. He gritted his teeth and concentrated all his strength on his hands, waist and legs to reach the maximum point of exertion.
"Let go, I'll let you go up."
For some reason, the man in the white mist seemed to be afraid of being pulled out of his true body by Feng Hao, so he stopped attacking and instead begged, which made Feng Hao stunned.
Because this voice sounded a little childish, like a child, but it also sounded a little bit vicissitudes of life, not as cold and sharp as before.
"I let you go up, now let go."
As if feeling that Feng Hao's strength had weakened a bit, the man in the white mist regained his cold voice and spoke in a deep voice.
"Do you think I will believe you?"
In response, Feng Hao was noncommittal, and with a sudden force, he pulled out a section of the arm. The surrounding white mist also twitched and gathered towards the white mist's arm.
"You are looking for death."
Feeling a section of his body being pulled out, the man of white mist roared, and countless floating white mist instantly turned into extremely sharp thorns, floating in the space, and the light was shining brightly.
"Are you sure you want to do this? Your arm is still in my hand."
Glancing at the sharp thorns of white mist that emitted cold light around him, Feng Hao couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and his face was extremely gloomy. If so many sharp thorns were pierced on his body, even his current body would be transformed in an instant.
Become a hornet's nest.
"Afraid? As long as you let go, I won't attack you."
Feng Hao withdrew his strength, and the man in the white mist did not attack, and the two began to confront each other.
After a moment of silence, Feng Hao said in a concentrated voice: "How can I trust you?"
Such a weird person actually exists in the illusion, and Feng Hao can't guarantee that he will be able to catch him next time. Moreover, he came here to go to the ninth level and break through the town tower, not to fight to the death. Therefore, he felt a little bit in his heart.
shake.
"I can't prove it."
Compared with Feng Hao's fear, the man in the white mist seemed a little calm. Even if he was pulled out by Feng Hao, at most he would not be able to fight back. With Feng Hao's methods and strength, he still couldn't kill him, so besides not wanting to come out
Looking at other people, he is actually not afraid of Feng Hao.
"The Black Tower."
Hearing this, Feng Hao's eyes narrowed slightly and he shouted into the void in a low voice.
He didn't trust the people in the white mist, and the only person present who could contain him was the Black Tower. If the Black Tower was there to testify, at least the people in the white mist wouldn't use any tricks.
"Hey, hey, it's meaningless to call it that. This is a battle between us, it's not fun to call it to outsiders."
Hearing this, the surrounding white fog visibly trembled for a moment, and soon there was a sound of fear from the people in the white fog who were unwilling to do so.
After being suppressed by the Black Tower for countless years, I have long been filled with resentment towards the Black Tower, but more importantly, I am still jealous and afraid, and I even dare not see the Black Tower.
But he still remembered that on the day he was suppressed, the Black Tower carried endless power, like the master of all things, suppressing him in the tower. With his peak strength in that world at that time, he was suppressed without any resistance.
The invincible figure of the Black Tower had already cast a deep shadow in his heart.
Now that Feng Hao actually wants to summon the Black Tower, how can he not be afraid in his heart?
However, after Feng Hao shouted, the surrounding area was quiet. Apart from Feng Hao's breathing, there was only the sound of white mist surging, and no black tower appeared.
"..."
"Boy, it seems it doesn't want to help you either."
The cold voice came to mind again, with a hint of sarcasm.
What answered him was the sharp look in Feng Hao's eyes. He suddenly took advantage of Bai Wu's unpreparedness and pulled Bai Wu's arm hard, pulling out half of his body.
However, this also made Feng Hao's pupils shrink, and he looked at the small body in front of him strangely, because he pulled it out halfway, and it turned out to be a child less than one meter tall.
"Ah...you bad guy."
The child is less than one meter tall and looks like a three-year-old child. Except for one pupil with a black pupil, the rest of the body is white. It looks like a ginseng doll, porcelain white and jade-like, tender and round.
The 'child' roared, no longer the old and cold voice before, but a voice as young and tender as a three-year-old child. Without Feng Hao's effort, he actually walked out of the illusion and stood in front of Feng Hao, with his cute white face full of anger.
, a pair of black pupils flashed with white light, and under the command of his small porcelain hands, the originally suspended sharp thorns stabbed Feng Hao like a rainstorm.
"etc."
Seeing this, Feng Hao hurriedly stretched out his hand and shouted. The weird expression on his face subsided and he showed a kind smile and said: "Children, do you want to eat sweets?"
After saying that, he took out a lollipop brought from the earth from the small world, shattered the candy wrapper, and handed it to the 'child'.
After arguing for a long time, he actually had a good fight with a child for a long time, which made Feng Hao blush a little.
"Boy, I am not a child. I am the White Emperor, the God Emperor who slaughtered trillions of creatures with the wave of his hand. Your tricks of deceiving children are useless in front of me."
The child glanced at Feng Hao, who was smiling all over his face, with a hint of disdain on his plump little mouth, as if he was looking at a fool.
However, inadvertently, those pure but weathered eyes glanced at the lollipop in Feng Hao's hand from time to time.
The white and tender neck secretly squirmed up and down. This kind of thing seemed to have no aura at all, and it even had no taste. It was ordinary, but it felt sweet. The Bai Emperor, who had not eaten for countless years, could not stand it.
I couldn't help but take another look.
"Hey, Lord Baidi, it's okay. I'll give this to you as compensation for my previous rudeness."
Feng Hao secretly curled his lips, he is just a little kid. Even if he is really Bai Di, he is just a little kid. Can he resist the temptation of delicious candies?
Besides, he has been in the Black Tower for so many years, and Feng Hao doesn't believe you can resist the temptation.
Even an emperor can be bitter and tasteless sometimes.