Chapter 499: Virtual state (1/2)

On the platform, blood has flowed into the river, and there are countless broken limbs.

And those who watched the war are also far away, because they feel that something big will happen next.

Sure enough, when the masters of the Shangqing Palace were all killed by the people in the magic gate, the sky suddenly plundered a figure and stood in the sky above the platform of the corpse.

In his appearance, Ye Xuan and the black-eyed old man's movements were instantly stiff, and their bodies could not move. What they could do was only blink, and open.

Not only they, but even the masters of the magic gates and the tens of thousands of spectators outside the 10,000 meters are all the same.

The whole world seems to have solidified.

”What happened, how can I not move?”

”I can't move anymore, my heart beats fast.”

”Look, there is more than one person in the ring!”

Everyone stared at it and found the white youth who didn’t know when to run out of the ring.

The Rakshamen Gate is all black, the Green Ghost League is full of green shirts, and the Shangqing Palace is white, but the people in the Qing Palace are left with only the black-eyed old man alone.

The young man in white, holding a folding fan, looked at Ye Xuan with a strange look, muttered to himself: ”Hey, the similarity of blood is so high, hey, it seems to be the illegitimate child of a certain ethnic group. !”

No one knows his words, and no one knows who he is referring to.

However, Ye Xuan understands that this white youth is talking about him.

“噗通!” “噗通!” “噗通!”

Ye Xuan's heartbeat is also blasting at this time. He feels that he has a wonderful connection with this white youth.

”God dilemma?”

Ye Xuan secretly said in his heart.

This white-haired youth can make tens of thousands of people unable to move by relying on the pressure of appearance. His strength is definitely not a perfect situation.

”No, he is not a divine situation!”

The voice of the demon Lord suddenly sounded in Ye Xuan’s mind: ”I have seen a master of divine circumstances, and have not given me such a powerful pressure, and it is even more impossible for people to move. This white youth is a virtual god. territory.”

what?

Virtual reality?

Ye Xuan’s double-minded boss, he once saw the master of the divine situation, that is, the middle-aged man who killed the injured dragon in the Tang Dynasty.

However, now he has seen a weak god, and the other person's age is similar to him, which makes him think that it is impossible.

However, it is also true that there is only a master of virtual sacredness. The tens of thousands of people who can be shocked by the momentum alone, even if they are the black-eyed old man who is through the heavens, is standing in the air like a sculpture.

At this time, the white youth suddenly fell to the right hand of Ye Xuan, and said: ”Oh? Eight swords of the sword of the gods? I know who you are...”

”Who?”

Ye Xuan’s eyes widened.

Eight wild swords, is it the master of the Eight Desert Sword?

”Kid, what is your name?” asked the white-haired youth with a smile.

”who are you?”

Ye Xuan asked subconsciously.

”Hey!”

However, his voice has not yet fallen, his mask is directly broken, and then a pain in the chest, a blood involuntarily sprayed out.

The young man in white changed his face and said, ”I ask your name!”

”Good!”

Ye Xuan was so scared that he understood that the white-haired youth could kill him with only one thought.

Such people are invincible!

”Kid, don't talk nonsense, he can kill you even if you don't shoot it!” The Lord quickly reminded him.

Although there are many unwillingness and dissatisfaction in his heart, Ye Xuan will not make fun of his own life. After he cursed the white youth in silence, he is cold and cold: ”Ye Xuan!”

When I heard the name, the white youth’s eyes glanced and smiled again. “It’s really you, I’m still your cousin.”