Chapter 391 Master

After using forty times the gravity field, Feng Hao’s figure began to decline rapidly, and arcs of electricity surged around him, hitting him like thousands of insects devouring him. There was also a burst of gasping.

The thunder attribute in this tiankeng is too strong. It has reached at least the second or even third realm of Martial Master. Although it cannot make Feng Hao's skin and flesh burst open, it is still very uncomfortable. , the whole body felt as if there were countless sharp knives being cut, and the pain was excruciating.

Fortunately, this process is very fast, because the sinkhole is not very deep, only about a few hundred feet.

After landing on the ground, before Feng Hao had time to react, he was thrown away by a large thick arc of electricity and hit the rock wall heavily. His heart felt heavy and he couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood. Squirted out.

The arc below is really too strong!

At this time, Feng Hao had trouble even standing up. He could only stand up slowly by leaning on the rock wall. He had changed into new clothes, but they had become tattered again.

In front of me, there is a world of electric arcs. It is so white that it is impossible to see what is there.

After mobilizing the medicinal elixir from Shennong's Pharmacopoeia, the cooling medicinal properties spread throughout his body, and Feng Hao felt a little better. Slowly, a purple flame ignited in his eyes.

The world under the sinkhole appeared vaguely in front of Feng Hao's eyes.

This seems to have been smashed out alive.

In front of you, it is quite spacious, and the surrounding rock walls are full of pits. It seems that there was a fierce fight here.

"What is that?"

The scene in front of him made Feng Hao shake and scream out in surprise.

In front of his eyes, there was a blurry figure sitting there, and next to him there was this tall figure standing, guarding him like a bodyguard. Not far from the two figures, a huge creature was crawling there. However, a fluorescent sword was inserted into its head. Obviously, this huge creature had been dead for a long time.

It’s just that the appearance of that big thing looks very much like Xuanwu!

"Is it really Xuanwu?"

Thinking of the essence he had refined, Feng Hao was shocked again.

That Xuanwu, who was good at defense, was actually beheaded!

Feng Hao was almost certain that that huge shell armor was the source of his refined essence.

Son of Xuanwu, Thunder Turtle!

And the arcs around them come fromThe source is exactly what spilled out from that shell.

Before Feng Hao could wake up from the shock, a horrifying scene appeared.

　"Chichi!"

With two harsh sounds, the tall figure standing there opened his eyes, and inside his eyes, there was a Transparent, without any emotion.

As the eyes opened, a cold and chilling air flowed out.

"Not good!"

Seeing these cold and ruthless eyes, Feng Hao's heart trembled, he stamped his feet and jumped up.

In those eyes, he saw death!

"Whoa!"

As the afterimage flashed by, Feng Hao felt his neck tighten. In an instant, his whole body was hit hard against the rock wall again, tyrannically. His defense had no effect at all under this figure. With just one punch, Feng Hao felt that his chest collapsed and all the bones in his chest were almost broken.

Only then did he realize that his defense was not so invincible.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, directly on the figure's face.

“It’s over!”

Feng Hao’s heart was filled with despair.

The person in front of me is too strong, ridiculously strong!

For a long time, the expected death did not come, and the figure’s raised fist did not fall down.

Then, Feng Hao felt his body loosen and fall to the ground. The severe pain in his chest made him almost faint, and he sat down softly.

“Master.”

The two dry words rang in Feng Hao’s ears, leaving him stunned.

"Who?"

There was no one else here at all, and the sudden voice made Feng Hao's hair stand on end and his heart trembled.

"Me."

This time, Feng Hao heard clearly, and the voice seemed to come from the figure in front of him.

"Uh...cough!..."

Stunned, Feng Hao coughed up blood again, and then slowly recovered after activating the medicinal properties.

Next to the rock wall, Feng Hao stood up and looked directly at the figure in front of him.

This is a burly man, about two meters tall, wearing a dark armor.It shot out a cold light, and all the arcs around it hit the armor and were all bounced away.

Just one glance made Feng Hao unable to resist, so he reflexively raised his Qilin arms across his chest, his eyes full of panic.

How terrible!

This figure is filled with a chilling aura, cold and ruthless, just like a cold-faced killer, showing no emotion at all, especially those eyes that are indifferent to everything, which makes people feel sincerely. fear.

After defending for a while and not seeing him make another move, Feng Hao slowed down.

He knew that if this burly man wanted to take action, he might not be able to escape today.

However, what he couldn't figure out was when did this man come to this minefield? Could it be that he came after Fen Lao sensed it?

If not, Fen Laoding would not have been able to come in just by telling Wu Zun.

There is absolutely no way this burly man is just a martial arts master!

Being in this thunder field, even if King Wu comes down, he will definitely suffer a big loss.

"You mean master? I am your master?"

Thinking of what he had done before, Feng Hao was shocked again. He clearly heard the word 'master'.

"That's right."

The burly man seemed to speak very little, and his dry and emotionless words sounded extremely cute to Feng Hao's ears.

Inexplicably, I became the master of this cold-faced killer who knew nothing about his depth!

This feels like rising from hell to heaven.

“But...why am I your master?”

After being excited, Feng Hao was confused again.

The person who had been shouting at him just now, suddenly became his master in the blink of an eye, which made him feel a little baffled.

“Because you have the blood of the master!”

The tall man turned around, his bright eyes looking towards the figure sitting cross-legged, that indifferent A trace of inexplicable emotion flashed through his eyes.

"Bloodline?"

Feng Hao was stunned, and then he remembered that he seemed to have sprayed a mouthful of blood just now, and it seemed to have sprayed on the man.

“The master’s bloodline?”

Feng Hao frowned and followed his gaze. In the distance, there was a figure sitting cross-legged, and he felt fiercely in his heart. A shudder.

Could it be that the person sitting cross-legged is actually his ancestor?

Can you kill the ancestors of Xuanwu’s descendants?