The glory of the king: the almighty Li Bai

Chapter 162 Whiplash!
Chapter [-]: Whiplash!
"Brother Feng, run away! They won't hurt my corpse!" Xiaoman's voice came from Bi Luozhu at the side.

Feng Wanli raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Bi Luozhu in his hand, and suddenly realized that he seemed stupid. They had a grudge against him, but not against Xiaoman. On the contrary, they were still members of Xiaoman's clan, and they would bury Xiaoman properly. .

"call out!"

Thinking of this, Feng Wanli no longer hesitated, turned into a white light, and ran towards the edge of the island.

"He snatched Bi Luozhu!"

"Hurry up! Don't let this thief get away!"

. . . . . .

The second elder looked at the Biluozhu in Feng Wanli's hand, and his eyes were hot. Now that the patriarch and granddaughter of the patriarch are dead, as long as he obtains the Biluozhu, wouldn't the position of patriarch be his own?
Feng Wanli ran wildly, his originally weak body seemed to be hollowed out, and his face was pale.

Looking at the lake in front of him, Feng Wanli didn't have time to think about it. With a wave of his right hand, he cast an ice crystal barrier, turned into an ice bed and floated on the surface of the water, and jumped up steadily.

Seeing this, the people behind them blew the wooden whistle quickly, and the sound was heard far away. After a while, seven or eight camel lake turtles emerged from the water. They stood on it and chased after Feng Wanli.

"Damn it! If the tiger doesn't show his power, he thinks I'm Hello Kitty!"

Feng Wanli cursed inwardly, and turned his hand to the sky, directly urging Wang Zhaojun's ultimate profound meaning-winter is coming!
Bursts of dark clouds instantly shrouded Feng Wanli's head, and the cold air slowly condensed, and the ice arrows like arrows condensed instantly, and shot towards the people behind him.

"Fight him!"

The second elder looked pale, and there was a big hole in Feng Wanli's chest, how could he give up, raised the bow and arrow behind his back, and shot towards Feng Wanli.

"This group of people really have brain problems!" Feng Wanli is injured now, and he wanted to force them back, but he didn't expect that he would die with him, so he quickly put away the ultimate secret, and shouted at the ghost beside him: "You help me clean them up!"

"Woooo!"

The ghost grinned, floated in the air, and flew towards the crowd.

"Ah! Ah!"

The ghost caressed past, and the villager uttered a scream, then froze on the back of the camel lake turtle, apparently robbed of life, and froze in place.

Most of Mu's village are Houyi's successors, they have no magic skills, and they have no resistance against ghosts.

Seeing this situation, the Second Elder trembled all over, leaned back and got into the water.

"It's so cheap! You have to die to die before you run away!"

Feng Wanli grumbled, jumped onto the back of a nearby camel lake turtle, pushed the villagers who were frozen in place into the water, and said lightly to the camel lake turtle below him: "Go to the island in the middle of the lake!"

"Roar!"

The camel lake turtle is smart and understands human language. With a soft growl, it raised its legs slightly and changed direction.

After half an hour, Feng Wanli finally arrived at Huxin Island.

"Million miles!"

Tang Yu showed panic, obviously taken aback by Feng Wanli's appearance.

Feng Wanli's left hand was covered with gauze, bright red blood slid down his arm, and then covered his entire arm, and the fist-sized deep hole on his chest was even more terrifying.

Seeing Tang Yu, Feng Wanli felt relieved and fell to the ground.

. . . . . .

Feng Wanli seemed to have had a dream. He dreamed that he was in an extremely dark place, and a nine-story ghost tower was making mournful wailing sounds.

The nine-story ghost tower is square, with a dark green ball at one top corner, while the other three top corners are empty, which looks quite weird and asymmetrical.

"Wanli! Wanli!"

Shouts sounded like a giant hand, pulling Feng Wanli out of this extremely dark place.

"Hu! Hu! Hu!"

Feng Wanli suddenly opened his eyes, kicking hard to find Tang Yuzheng lying beside him with red eyes.

"Jeep!"

Lanling Diao opened his small mouth slightly, and kept whispering.

"hiss!"

As soon as Feng Wanli raised his head, he felt a burning pain in his chest.

Looking down, Feng Wanli found that there was a piece of tender white flesh growing on his chest, which was in stark contrast to the pale yellow surrounding.

"Ah! You finally woke up!"

Tang Yu patted his chest, with red eyes, and said: "You have been in a coma all night, and you almost scared me to death!"

Feng Wanli glanced at the rising sun outside the window, and asked, "I've been in a coma for a day? Where are your teacher and the others?"

"They just set off!" Tang Yu gently lifted Feng Wanli up.

Feng Wanli raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Tang Yu, and felt warm in his heart, thinking that Tang Yu must have given up his graduation thesis, so he asked, "Then you will stay and take care of me?"

"En!" Tang Yu nodded.

Feng Wanli resisted the pain in his chest and slowly sat up.

"Get ready to go!"

"hiss!"

Bursts of cold air suddenly came from the spiritual sea.

Feng Wanli closed his eyes and once again entered Zhong Kui's spiritual sea.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

Streams of white gas not only drifted out from the nine-story ghost tower, but also bursts of shrill screams rang out continuously.

Feng Wanli turned around and entered the nine-story ghost tower.

As soon as he opened the door, Feng Wanli saw the ghost lying on the ground shivering, just like a kitten.

"Coward!"

Feng Wanli said something contemptuous, turned around, and walked towards the second floor.

"Woooo!"

The Yin Di Beast pouted its buttocks, buried its head under the candle, and kept whispering.

"What's going on here?" Feng Wanli frowned slightly, and couldn't help turning his gaze to the third floor.

"Crack!" "Crack!" "Ah! Ah!"

There were all kinds of figures upstairs, there was the sound of chains being dragged, the sound of continuous whipping, and the miserable cry of a woman.

Feng Wanli licked his lips and walked towards the third floor.

Push open the door.

The white snail demon clone looks haggard, the hair that was soft before is even more messy, and its clean white tight skirt is even more black.

A pitch-black chain wound it tightly, and the front end of the chain was like an iron whip, whipping the white snail demon continuously, and streaks of white energy slowly rose from its body, rushing towards the fourth floor.

"Why does this seem to be absorbing her soul energy?"

Feng Wanli frowned slightly, and looked towards the fourth floor.

"Bang!"

A loud bang suddenly sounded, and the iron door in front suddenly opened, revealing a pitch-black floor.

"Fourth floor!!!"

Feng Wanli was extremely shocked. Opening the first floor is the awakening of the first hero skill, opening the second floor is the awakening of the second hero skill, opening the third floor is the awakening of the third skill. According to this, Didn't he become a bronze-level inheritor?
No, I didn't absorb the spirits of monsters and beasts. Wouldn't it be a loss to advance like this.

If you absorb the Bronze-level monster spirit, you can't help but increase your attributes, and you can also add some passive effects according to the quality of the monster spirit. If you just advance to the Bronze-level inheritor like this, it would be a loss.

(End of this chapter)