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 integrate with this space."

Feng Hao roared, his face turned red from exerting all his strength, and blue veins popped out on his forehead, It was constantly 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, and countless fists around him continued to bombard Feng Hao like a rainstorm. Hao's body, the dull sound 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 bring serious consequences. Just 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 to be slaughtered, no matter what Feng Hao did. Disposal.

"Pfft..."

"Ah..."

Feng Hao screamed with severe pain all over his body, and was hit by countless white mist The punch bombardment was too much for his current physical strength. Blood continued to flow from the corners of his mouth, and his face was extremely white. His eyes, which were originally like the starry sky, were now covered with bloodshot eyes and turned red.

But can Feng Hao let go? If he fails to pull out the man of white mist this time, will there be a 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 it had been forcibly ripped out of the space. Layers of skin, white mist stirs.

"Let go, I give up!"

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 clenched his white 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. Feng Hao couldn't help but be startled when he opened his mouth to beg.

Because this voice sounds a little immature, like a child, but it also has some vicissitudes of life, not as cold and sharp as before.

　"I let you go up, now, let go immediately."

Seemingly feeling that Feng Hao’s strength was a little weaker, the man in the white mist regained his cold voice and spoke in a deep voice.

"Do you think I will believe you?"

In this regard, Feng Hao was noncommittal and suddenly used force to pull out one section of the arm, followed by the white mist around it. It twitched and gathered towards Bai Wu's arm.

"You are looking for death."

Feeling a section of the body being pulled out, the man of white mist roared, and countless floating white mist instantly turned into extremely sharp thorns, suspended The space is full of light.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Your arm is still in my hand."

Glancing at the white mist sharp thorns surrounding it with a cold light, it was Feng Hao. I couldn't help but tremble in my heart, and my face was extremely gloomy. If so many sharp thorns were stabbed into his body, even his current body would be turned into a hornet's nest in an instant.

"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 solemn voice: "How can I trust you?"

Feng Hao could not guarantee that such a strange person could exist in the illusion. I'll definitely catch him next time. Moreover, I came here to go to the ninth level and break through the town boundary tower, not to fight to the death, so I felt a little shaken in my heart.

"I can't prove it."

Compared to Feng Hao's fear, the man in the white mist seemed a bit steady. Even if he was pulled out by Feng Hao, at most he would only be He didn't have the power to fight back, and with Feng Hao's means and strength, he couldn't kill him. Therefore, apart from not wanting to come out and stare at people, he was not actually afraid of Feng Hao.

"Black Tower."

Upon hearing this, Feng Hao's eyes narrowed slightly and he shouted into the void in a low voice.

He doesn’t believe the man in the white mist, and the only person present who can contain him is the Black Tower. If there is a black tower to testify, at least the man in the white mist will not use any tricks.

"Hey, hey, it's meaningless to call it that. This is a battle between us. It's not interesting to call outsiders."

Hearing this, the surrounding white fog visibly trembled. In an instant, there was a sound of fear coming from the people in the white mist.

Having been 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 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 didn't even The slightest resistance was suppressed, the invincible figure of the Black Tower,It had long buried 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 surroundings were 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 trace of A taste of irony.

What answered him was the fierce 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 are a bad guy."

The child is less than one meter tall and looks like a three-year-old child. Except for one pupil with black, the rest of the body is white. Like a ginseng doll, porcelain white and jade-like, tender and round.

The roar of the 'child' was 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 a white beep. The cute face was full of anger, and a pair of black pupils flashed with white light. Under the command of his small porcelain hands, the originally suspended sharp thorns stabbed Feng Hao like a rainstorm.

"Wait."

Seeing this, Feng Hao hurriedly reached out and shouted, the weirdness on his face subsided, and he showed a kind smile, saying: "Kid, eat some candy. No."

As he said 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 a long time of fussing, he actually had a good fight with a child, 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 vicissitudes of 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 even had no taste. It was ordinary, but it felt sweet, which made this person not eat it for countless years. Bai Di, who was passing something, couldn't help but take a second look.

"Hey, Lord Baidi, it's okay. I'll give this to you as compensation for my previous rudeness."

Feng Hao secretly pouted, 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, Feng Hao doesn’t believe you can resist the temptation after he has been in the Black Tower for so many years.

Even an emperor can be bitter and tasteless sometimes.

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