"Who are you?!"

Words that have never been heard before, this is...the words of ancient ancestors.?           ?

"You don't need to know who I am, you just need to know one thing."

"You are almost dying."

This is a mountain, the wind passes by.

A lonely mountain with only rocks, desolate and lonely, is the only color here.

On the top of the mountain, there are gray clouds and mists.

At this moment, there were two people on the top of the mountain.

One of them was scattered on the ground at will, with large mouthfuls of blood spurting out from the corner of his mouth. His breath was extremely sluggish, and he was seriously injured at first glance.

At this moment, standing next to the top of the mountain, just one step beside him, the abyss is a thousand feet tall.

There was a look of disbelief on his face at this moment.

If Yan Feng is here, he will be able to recognize this person who vomits blood in an instant and will not transform into a saint!

At this moment, the Buhua Saint was actually seriously injured... the person who injured him was another person.

A man with white eyebrows and black eyebrows, his hands were placed behind him, and his face was as profound as a knife, which was very impressive.

The pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes were now filled with a faint smile.

This man...is one of the four heavenly tribes in Buzhou Mountain, that mysterious family, that human and one clan...!

This person actually came here, and found this Buhuan Saint, and seriously injured him!

The man looked at the Buhua Sheng standing on the side of the cliff, with a shallow curve on the corner of his mouth.

Buhuasheng frowned tightly, looking at the man who suddenly came to the door, his tone gradually became stable.

After all, he is a saint who does not transform into a saint, and he is a saint who is in ancient times!

"Tell me, your purpose."

The voice of the voice is the words of ancient ancestors, but for that man, language is not an obstacle.

"I said, you don't need to know the purpose."

The man's smile on the corner of his mouth, his smile became more and more intense, and his figure was not moving, but at this moment, there was a platinum light appearing around his body, which was not transformed into a saint.

The platinum lights intertwined, like a prison, trapping the Buhua Saint. From that prison, countless platinum-colored cones appeared at this moment.

A thud sound rang out continuously, and the body of the untransformed saint could not resist the slightest touch.

These pointed cones pass through them in an instant, like paper-like pieces of flesh that cannot be transformed into sacred.

Blood flowed out of the holes, contaminating the ground and overflowing.

When he was not transformed into a saint, his face changed in horror at this moment... He had never met such a strange person in his life.

From beginning to end... I didn't see him taking action at all.

Even...not even a finger moved!

With a sudden pinch of his hand, the powerful physical power in the saint's body suddenly appeared, especially when he refined the saint's original saint, his power had reached the ninth level of heaven. Because it was because of the saint of the physical body, his true strength was far more than the ninth level of heaven.

A punch suddenly burst out.

The platinum prison light scattered under this punch!

Without the saint's transformation, the figure headed straight for the man.

The man just smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, looking at the Buhua Sheng who came towards him, and did not intend to do anything at all.

Just as the Buhua Saint was about to come to the man, just as his fist suddenly swung down!

Don’t transform into a saint… His face suddenly became shocked!

He was shocked to see that at this moment, he was still there, and in his eyes, there was still the platinum prison light, the prison that should have been broken away by himself!

Countless pointed cones emerged from it and once again penetrated his body.

Every time...it's like this!

Just as I was about to succeed, time... seemed to have flowed back, and it would return to its original appearance.

Just like just now, I had clearly broken the prison, and my fist had obviously waved at the man.

But in the blink of an eye, everything... went back to the starting point.

I still returned to this prison.

The saints of the Forbidden Transformation were scattered in ancient times, and many ancient gods did not take them seriously. There were countless strange techniques that they had seen.

But I have never seen such a magic trick.

The guy in front of him actually controlled the time!

This chaotic world is the most mysterious power!

"It's almost time."

The man showed a wicked smile on his lips, looking at the Buhua Sheng who was trapped in the distance by Platinum Prison, and spoke lightly.

At this moment... Buhua Sheng's pupils suddenly shrank, and his body couldn't help but kneel on the ground with a thump.

There was a platinum light from the platinum prison around him, instantly covering it, and a shrill scream came from the mouth of the Buhua Sheng.

Without transforming into a saint, his hands kept swinging around him, and his powerful physical strength was scattered!

He wanted to break through this Platinum Prison, but no matter what he was... everything was in vain.

In the eyes of the untransformed saint, the original light... gradually dimmed until it finally disappeared completely.

No longer struggling, the breath reached its lowest state at this moment.

It seems like he died!

But at this moment, the original breath disappeared, and the vitality surged in his body again, and the dim light in his eyes was also lit up.

But this look was confused, surprised, and puzzled... It seemed that compared to the previous one, someone else had changed!

"Who are you? Why should I save me?"

The platinum light on the body of Buhua Sheng disappeared, as if he had changed to someone else, and now he looked at the man.

"He asked this question just now, and then he died."

The man said with a faint smile on his lips, saying that he didn't care about what he had just done, as if it was nothing more ordinary to him.

As soon as this said... Don't transform into a saint, to be more precise, it was Luo Ze who frowned slightly, but he didn't continue asking.

That's right... this is the saint who regains vitality.

It is no longer the original saint who does not transform into a saint, but Luo Ze!

The Platinum Prison around her was slowly dissipating, and Luo Ze stood up. His face slowly changed at this moment, turning into a familiar young man...!

Luo Ze, what he originally looked like.

Except for the ground length behind him, he was no different from Luo Ze's original appearance.

This body is Luo Ze's body!

It is just because it is seized by the saint who is not transformed into a saint.

Luo Ze was still shocked at this moment... He was still blocking the Buhua Sheng from the beginning and completely controlling his body.

But as time went by, he found that he had no power to resist and did not transform into a saint, which was too powerful for him.

From the beginning, this was a meaningless battle.

Slowly... the initiative of the body is completely controlled by the saint of Wuhua, and I can only fall into a deep sleep.

Maybe one day it will be a scattered soul!

If it weren't for the fact that I was the real master of this body, and before the Saint's transformation completely controlled this body, once my soul dissipated, it would definitely have an impact on it.

Therefore, he did not transform into a saint and did not take action for a long time.

But Luo Ze never thought that there would be such a day... someone wiped out the saint of the saint, then awakened his sleeping self, and took over the saint of the saint of the saint!

This...is enough to crush the holy body of the Ninth Heaven!

Luo Ze looked at the man in front of him... there was speculation and fear in his eyes. He was thinking about who this person was!

He actually wiped out the ancient saint who was omnipresented by waves...!
Chapter completed!