Glance Backs in Primordial World

Leng Wuhen's seemingly weak words, on the contrary, have not been despised and condemned by the people around him. Except for those who were hostile to Leng Wuhen before, others seem to have chosen to ignore them.

And a large number of cold traceless, maybe the former, maybe the latter, maybe both, looking at the first meeting of the first spirit, he seems to be isolated from the world, no one hurt him, as the other party said before, after all the others are solved, kill him!

Leng Wuchen stood quietly on the flat ground with the breeze. The air was filled with sand and dust. There were hidden voices, howling voices, begging words, and the sound of dead souls falling to the ground.

Leng Wuhen just stood there, looking at all the things that happened around him. He was quiet and silent, and didn't even say anything. He didn't know why the scenes around him seemed to slow down, and sometimes accelerated. In this process, Leng Wuhen was in a trance all the time.

As thousands of spirituals in the front line of the first meeting fell down one by one, some died on the spot, and others were constantly struggling, all the people in the second meeting gradually focused on Leng Wuhen who was the only one standing.

Many people's faces showed a disdainful smile, and even some people have begun to shout: "that boy is not scared silly, actually motionless, is really an idiot."

"No, he is famous. You don't understand. Ha ha!"

"Hey, nerd, I don't think you're really scared. If you kneel down and kowtow to tens of thousands of us, shout, Grandpa, and take us to find other people, I'll give you an agreement to let you die last. What do you think?"

"Ha ha..." Many people who heard it all burst into laughter, as if they had encountered the funniest thing in their life.

Leng Wuhen still stood in the same place and didn't move, even didn't speak a word from the beginning to the end, so he quietly looked around the dead souls, blood stained all over the ground, and even Leng Wuhen's body had been splashed with colorful blood.

With a loud noise, Leng Wuhen was less than 100 meters away from the back of Leng Wuhen, and many spirits from the first meeting hall came to the scene. Looking at the scene like Shura area in the early stage, countless people took a breath of cold air, and some subconsciously swallowed a few times.

"Well, how can this happen? We're late. They're all dead. Damn it!" Among the thousands of people who came, the first was a young man in blue, roaring.

But a woman in red beside the young man said, "no, you see, there is still one. What is he going to do?"

As the woman's voice fell, many people noticed that Leng Wuchen, the only one standing at the moment, didn't know if he was hurt. The blood on his body was very obvious.

"Isn't that younger martial brother haoxuan?" Chai Meiru suddenly gets out of the crowd, and Bai xiaopang follows her. Jiashu Jiaren never takes her eyes away from Leng Wuchen.

Zhao Yunting was full of worry in her heart and whispered: "what does this madman want? I think he is really crazy. Do you want to deal with such a huge spirit alone?"

Xia Hou Cheng, Tuoba Zhai, with several young men and women around him, walked slowly towards Chai Meiru and met with the people who arrived after the first meeting. His eyes were slightly cold and he couldn't understand what he wanted to do. However, the other side didn't seem to want to attack him.

Everyone didn't know, even the spirits in the second meeting hall didn't know what the boy meant. The breeze blew by and covered up the bloody smell in the sky and earth. Everyone looked at Leng Wuhen.

"Or I'll call him back, and he'll die there." Chai Meiru cried with some worry.