"Where is this?" Jiang Siming opened his heavy eyelids.
The pure white in front of him made Jiang Siming slightly confused.
"Am I dead?" Jiang Siming said to himself.
"You obviously have a system, but you can still be so miserable! Are you considered weird?"
The sudden contemptuous voice made Jiang Siming tremble all over. He involuntarily propped up his body and assumed a vigilant posture.
"ah!"
Jiang Siming couldn't help but cry out due to the severe pain in his body.
"Who are you?" Jiang Siming looked warily at the evil man wearing a dragon robe in front of him.
"I'm here to fuck you!" The man in the dragon robe looked down at Jiang Siming like he was looking down at an ant.
The man in dragon robe stretches out one hand.
Jiang Siming instantly felt a powerful force strangle his neck and slowly lifted himself up.
"Oh my, you are really weak! I didn't expect that in my first plane war, I would encounter such a weakling!"
Jiang Siming's neck was tightly strangled by the invisible force, his face became increasingly red, and the suffocation caused by lack of oxygen made Jiang Siming struggle desperately.
The man in the dragon robe looked at Jiang Siming's painful struggle, with a trace of morbid pleasure in his eyes.
With a wave of his sleeves and robe, the oppressive feeling lingering around Jiang Siming's neck disappeared instantly.
Jiang Siming fell heavily to the ground, panting heavily, staring intently at the arrogant man in dragon robes in front of him.
"Ant! The reason why I haven't killed you yet is just because I haven't had enough fun yet!"
The man in the dragon robe laughed arrogantly, not taking Jiang Siming seriously at all. Indeed, even in his prime, Jiang Siming was probably far different from the man in front of him.
"You are lucky, you are coming to the world of Douluo! If I kill you, everything in this world will be mine, including all your women! Let me guess, how many have you collected in total?" Dragon Robe
The man said deliberately irritatingly.
"Xiao Wu? Zhu Zhuqing? Is there still Bibi Dong?" The man in the dragon robe looked at Jiang Siming arrogantly.
"You're looking for death!" Jiang Siming looked angrily at the man in front of him who was laughing wildly, his face becoming more twisted and ferocious.
"Presumptuous!" The man in the dragon robe flashed and kicked Jiang Siming to the ground with one foot.
"puff!"
Jiang Siming flew dozens of meters away. There was a sweet smell in his throat, and he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Do you feel your own weakness?"
The ancient king's voice came to mind in Jiang Siming's mind.
"Lend me your power!"
"Gu said that I will only give you two chances! This is the first time!"
The pure white space was trembling, and a domineering aura filled the entire space.
"What's going on?" The man in the dragon robe felt the overwhelming pressure from all directions, and finally there was a look of panic on his face.
Jiang Siming, who originally fell to the ground, slowly stood up.
The man in the dragon robe also realized that something was wrong at this moment, and with one hand, he waved a huge energy hand and slapped Jiang Siming hard.
"No matter what the hell you are doing? You must die!" The man in the dragon robe's eyes flashed with a fierce light.
"Certainly!"
Jiang Siming stretched out one finger, and a deep voice echoed in the pure white space.
The big energy hand instantly froze in mid-air, and even the man in the dragon robe remained motionless, staring at Jiang Siming in horror with his eyes wide open.
At this moment, Jiang Siming is like an eternal king looking down on the world.
"Disperse!"
Jiang Siming waved his hand again, and the terrifying energy hand instantly dissipated without a trace. Jiang Siming's will, like the will of heaven, follows the law!
Although the man in the dragon robe was physically restricted, his mind was still active. Seeing this man who seemed to be a different person, his pupils dilated more and more, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness in his heart.
Jiang Siming slowly stretched out one hand and slowly approached the neck of the man in dragon robe.
"Crack!"
A crisp sound of bone breaking sounded.
Jiang Siming held the dragon-robed man's neck tightly with one hand and slowly lifted him up.
"Do you know why I didn't kill you?"
What an irony, this is exactly what the man in the dragon robe said to Jiang Siming just now.
"I keep you alone just to put pressure on him! No matter how cowardly he is, it's not your turn to teach him a lesson!"
At this moment, Jiang Siming is no longer Jiang Siming, but an ancient king who suppressed an era.
"I will seal you here! You will suffer heartbreak every day!"
Countless runes instantly appeared in the pure white space, turning into countless shackles to wrap the man in the dragon robe layer by layer, revealing only the unwilling and fearful eyes of the man in the dragon robe.
A black chain broke through the pure white space, pulling the man in dragon robe into endless chaos.
The pure white space gradually collapsed, revealing endless chaos.
"Can't you bear this strength?" The ancient king slowly raised his right arm. Like broken ceramics, fine cracks appeared, which looked extremely terrifying.
The ancient king raised his cracked hand and pointed one finger at the center of his eyebrow, then raised it lightly.
A purple diamond-shaped mark and a red small sword mark danced in the hands of the ancient king.
"Boring!" There was a hint of contempt in the eyes of the ancient king, and he waved two marks with one hand and disappeared into the chaos.
…
On Douluo Continent.
The beam of light reaching the sky gradually fell back and submerged into the deep sea again.
Also submerged into the deep sea was Jiang Siming, whose body was now covered in cracks, as if he might break into pieces at any time.
As the surrounding light became darker and darker, the huge pressure of the sea water caused Jiang Siming and Zhou Shen to freeze, gradually freezing Jiang Siming into a huge ice block.
Strangely, the cracks on Jiang Siming's body were beating regularly at this moment, as if they were healing at an extremely slow speed.
…
Sword Douluo and the others, who had stopped fighting at this moment, ignored the seriously injured Wuhundian group who wanted to escape.
What concerned them even more was that Jiang Siming had disappeared, leaving only a huge ice cave with a diameter of nearly ten kilometers on the ice.
"He is still alive!" Snow Emperor murmured. If Jiang Siming died, Snow Emperor would definitely be seriously injured.
Although Jiang Siming's breath cannot be felt now, Snow Emperor is sure that Jiang Siming is still alive.
Wuhun Palace has retreated, and the Snow Emperor has no need to stay at this moment. It turned into an ice-blue stream of light and swept towards the far north.
…
"We seem to be wrong! He really has this strength!" The God of Evil smiled helplessly.
Although Jiang Siming has not yet become the master of the plane, the God of Good and the God of Evil can clearly feel Jiang Siming's aura in the pillar of light.
Now that the light beam has disappeared again, but the original power in them has not been deprived, it can only mean that Jiang Siming succeeded.
Looking at the evil god with a wry smile, the good god couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, and the sense of crisis that had been lingering in his heart gradually disappeared.
"Maybe it's not too late to make up for it now." The God of Kindness said while touching his chin.
The God of Evil was stunned for a moment, then said with a vague understanding, "You mean..."