God of Fishing

In Han's unexpected gaze, the incarnation climbed the second step, which seemed easier than when it went to the first floor.

But when the incarnation climbed the third level, Han stood at the bottom of the stage, not suddenly. He just felt his brain suddenly hacked, like severe anemia, almost unstable.

“Fuck, that's an incarnation! Something happened to my incarnation. ”

Han Fei is speechless: Isn't the incarnation made of salt? Is it because we're connected? But I have no idea what he's been through up there!

When the incarnation reached the fourth level, Han Fei suddenly had his head covered with one hand, and blues appeared on his neck. At that moment, he seemed to see something.

It's not black anymore, it's suddenly white in my head, like something's flashing.

Unfortunately, that picture flashed too fast, just for a moment. Han Fei couldn't react at all, and the image passed.

By now, the incarnation had reached the edge of the fifth floor. Han Fei seemed to anticipate the general, and the next moment a picture flashed.

“White old man? ”

Han Fei looked iron and blue. At that moment, he seemed to see the white old man's face.

“Why the white old man? What does Old White have to do with this? ”

Han Fei covered his head and squatted directly to the ground. He knew that a similar situation would inevitably arise when the incarnation reached the sixth floor.

If not, in the instant headache cracking, Han Fei's eyes were a little clearer, but still too fast, he seemed to see a ray of knife light.

“I knock Nima, play wool...? How come it's all instantaneous? Can you give me a full picture? ”

“Ah!”

When Han Fei sat on the floor with his ass, he finally saw a complete picture of the old man standing in the sky and looking at himself.

“Why is the old white man still holding the knife? ”

“No, where did the white man get the blood? ”

Han Fei looked up and said to the other person: "Keep walking, go to the eighth floor, then go up. ”

Again, Han Fei saw the old white man standing in the sky. At the feet of the old white man, it was a large house, the knife in his hand seemed to be being chopped, and the huge blade of light swept in the middle of the sky...

“Click...”

Suddenly, Han Fei suddenly looked up and saw the incarnation. At this moment, the two calves were crushed directly, and the lower body turned directly into a pile of white salt.

However, the incarnation had no idea what pain was, and he moved forward as ordered by Han Fei.

However, just after his hand touched the last full platform, he saw a slight shock in the sea, and the incarnation was like a huge shock.

“Wow!”

The whole incarnation, at this point, was crushed directly, turned into fine white salt particles, and then disappeared directly into sea water.

Han's face was frightened. At that moment, he had goose bumps all over him.

“Goo doo! ”

“I knock Nima, is it so dangerous? Even this strong incarnation, is it cold? ”

Han Fei dumped his arm: "Master Gourd, help! I can't handle it! ”

Han Fei suddenly said, “Why don't you go get it yourself? ”

It took half a day to see the demon pot unresponsive, Han Fei wondered, or refined the heavens and earth first, and ate a big meal before talking.

As a result, the mind moves and the heavens and the earth cannot be refined.

Han Fei was angry: "You're forcing me, right? You must be forcing me. Aren't you asking me to do it? Remember, this is a tertiary fishery. How many people can get here? Fine, I'll go. If I get cold, you'll be buried here! ”

The smelling pot didn't respond, Han Fei looked hard: “Go ahead, who's afraid of who? ”

“Goo doo! ”

Han Fei pulled out a big bag of air and took a few deep breaths. What was the purpose of breaking into the sea steps? Isn't that for luck?

People don't even deserve to see this opportunity. When they get here, the opportunity is in front of them. Don't you dare go up there? What does that look like?

Hence, Han Fei stepped on the first step as soon as he lifted his foot, an impulse. Honestly, Han Africa is a man with a very adventurous spirit, and this adventurous spirit is almost fanatical. When Han Africa first came to the world, it was because he was insane. Hence, Han Fei's impulse at this time did not consider anything but impulse.

“No response? ”

Han Fei suddenly stood still, when the incarnation stepped on the first step, his calf cracked, how come he came here and stepped on a normal step?

Han raised his other foot unconsciously. Just this lift, suddenly, Han didn't feel the pressure of the mountain, and came to the surface.

The image in front of him suddenly turned, he didn't see anything, he just felt his body trembling and a terrible pressure fell on him.

Han Fei first identified this as a kind of pressure, not knowing where it came from. Anyway, when it came out, he just felt his sweat up.

Followed closely, Han Fei's ears sent a string of sounds, the source was the old white man.

……

“Let's go! ”

That crude voice of reproach was as if it were echoing in the heavens and the earth.

The dark veil in front of Han Fei was suddenly unveiled. At this moment, he was between heaven and earth, at high altitude. Han Fei lowered his head and looked at himself at least a thousand feet from the ground. He turned his head and looked away. Xiaojin didn't know when to attach himself. His huge wings spread and blood dripped over him.

Suddenly, a knife across a kilometre swept over the top of South Korea's head.

Han was not creepy, looked up and found that the sky was at war. The old white man is under siege by a group of people, all of them fierce. Above the sky, several giant soul beasts swept across the sky, shielding the sun from the sky.

“Where am I? Who's the old man fighting? ”

Just as Han Fei was stunned, he saw that Zhang Xuanyu had not known when he had appeared.

“What are you staring at? Run! ”

“Zhang Xuanyu? This is…”

However, Zhang Xuanyu did not wait for Han Fei to speak at all. He was pushed hard. Then, a sword came running down, poking a hole in his stomach.

“Zhang Xuanyu. ”

Han Fei shook his head, shouted, and then saw a hand falling from the sky. Han Fei looked at a strong man with a sword and was slapped to death.

The old man drank: "Take these children away. ”

Without waiting for Han Xuanyu to react, Zhang Xuanyu was fished out by a big, empty hand.

On the other side, the musicians appeared crying down below, shouting, “I'm not leaving. ”

Han Fei was just about to shout, and saw a sword run through dozens of miles and rolled into a musician maniac.

Han Fei roared: “Fat man, get out of the way. ”

Just as Han Fei shouted, a shabby old man with a mustache drew a huge arc in the sky, blocking the musicians from going mad.

Han Fei is relieved. He just rushed down, and he was hit hard in the back, and the whole person fell into the city like a meteor.

At that moment, Han Fei felt like he was about to blow up, and his head almost went off.

Tens of miles after he flew out, a tentacle wrapped around him, and Xiao Xiao was sometime in front of him.

Xiao: “Revenge. ”

“Revenge. Revenge for what? ”

“Boom...”

Without waiting for Xiao Xiao's answer, Han Fei's eyes split, but he saw over the sky, and the old man blew himself up.

“Old White, Principal...”

Xiao Xiao caught Han Fei with one hand and suddenly threw him away. Han Fei felt only himself at this moment, the fish meat on someone else's chopping board, he didn't know anything, he only knew he had been thrown away.

In the air, Han Fei saw Xiao Wu and his eight-armed spiral, under the siege of three people, exploded alive.

”'Teacher!" exclaimed Han Fei.

Not just Xiao, but in the battlefield below, Han Fei also noticed a glance. Smell the feathers look at themselves and then rush their heads towards the crowd without going back.

At this moment.

In the sky, cold voices are echoing: "Mob Academy, backwards, backwards, backwards, backwards, backwards. ”

There was a big laugh going back to the Quartet: "Today, destroy all your teachers and students. ”

Han Fei saw someone he didn't know and laughed at the sky: “Mob Academy, the only way to fight is death. But there is a man out of hardship, and on the Day of Judgment he will destroy all the people. ”

There was a sad voice: "I came to die today. Who dares to fight? ”

Someone shouted, "Want to kill me or see what you guys are! ”

……

One by one, people from Korea who don't know each other appear in the sky, on the ground, over the city...

The sky is hazy, the blood rain is falling, the roar and explosion are constantly in the ears.

Han Fei felt like a leaf canoe in an angry sea wave. He's on the run, and he doesn't even know why he's running. Someone was chasing themselves, one flash stone after another was exploding, and Han Fei felt he was in many places.

There was war everywhere, and he couldn't even see the faces of those people.

Suddenly, Han Fei saw Lo Xiaobai standing outside his kilometer, without grief and without expression.

Han Fei shouted: “White, run...”

At first glance Lo Xiaobai did not run, Han Fei rushed over. But he sees Lo Xiaobai shaking his head, seemingly rejecting himself.

Knife light, sword light shined beside him, and Han Felian was hit hard.

Han Fei felt black in front of him and seemed to have been shot by something. The whole person is like a meteor that's ripping through the sky, falling.

At that moment, he felt his bones shattered, five dirty pieces were damaged, and a large mouthful of blood was gushing out of his mouth.

At that moment, Han Fei felt the smell of death, and he felt he was dying. He felt tired, tired, wanted to sleep, wanted to let his body fall.

Suddenly, Han Fei felt a severe tingling on his wrist.

He woke up suddenly, shocked to find himself on the altar.