Wan Zhiyang strode out of the hall, immediately followed by two people, both magic warriors of the black mountain regiment.


    In front of the gate, the gate slowly opened in the rumbling sound, revealing the mysterious figure in a black robe in front of the gate.


    Seeing the black robe, Wan Zhiyang''s eyes suddenly burst out a strong fine awn, like two lasers, leaving two bright traces in some dim air.


    In the fine awn, there was a strong killing intention, which was quite amazing. The two men behind him couldn''t help shaking their hearts and raised a sense of fear. They couldn''t help looking at each other and saw a look of fear in each other''s eyes.


    "It seems that the commander is suffering from the symptoms of black robe overreaction." the two looked at each other and seemed to see the thoughts in each other''s hearts.


    "You are the head of the black mountain War Regiment. You''d better not kill me, or you will die." the black robed man opposite took the lead in speaking. His hoarse voice was very ugly, with a small hissing sound like a poisonous snake spitting out its core, which made people suddenly shake all over, and a cold chill poured into his body, as if on his neck, There is a poisonous snake swimming slowly, which is very strange.


    Wan Zhiyang''s body was also unconsciously shocked, and a strange feeling rose in his heart. He felt that he was not the opponent of the black robed man in front of him.


    As soon as this feeling came out, Wan Zhiyang was suddenly surprised. He immediately sneered at himself, but didn''t say anything. Instead, he calmed down and carefully observed the man in black in front of him.


    A black robe, that''s for sure. It''s a dress that Wan Zhiyang hates.


    In addition, the breath fluctuation on the black robed man is very obscure and strange, like a poisonous snake swinging and erratic, as if hidden, waiting for the opportunity to launch a fatal blow at any time.


    I can''t be sure, I can''t guess, I can''t touch and see through. It''s the man in black in front of me.


    So Wan Zhiyang became cautious.


    "Who are you? What''s the matter with the group? Why do you want me?" Wan Zhiyang asked three questions in one breath.


    "You are the head of the black mountain War Regiment. As the head of the regiment, you won''t be so rude. Let the visitors stand outside the gate." the man in black didn''t answer Wan Zhiyang''s question, but said gloomily.


    "Please come inside." Wan Zhiyang''s eyes twinkled, stared at the man in black robe for a while, and immediately said in a deep voice.


    The black robed man hissed and immediately followed Wan Zhiyang to the hall.


    "You all go out," Wan Zhiyang said to the two soldiers who followed him.


    "Yes." the two magic warriors immediately withdrew from the hall.


    "Your men are good and obedient." the man in black pulled a chair and sat down, and then said.


    "Sir, now that you''ve arrived here, you can tell me directly. I don''t like to beat around the bush." Wan Zhiyang also sat on the throne and said. A pair of tiger eyes stared at the man in black, as if to see through him.


    "What''s your name?" the black robed man raised his head to Wan Zhiyang. Although his head was shrouded in black robes and could not be seen, Wan Zhiyang had a feeling that the black robed man was staring at him. This feeling was very strange.


    "Wan Zhiyang." Wan Zhiyang replied, holding back his patience, because the man in black is really weird and can''t see through.


    "Wan Zhiyang, it''s not a nice name." the black robed man said, and WAN Zhiyang jumped with blue veins on his forehead.


    "You didn''t come here to ask my name and tell me that my name didn''t sound very good, did you?" Wan Zhiyang asked in a deep voice, holding back his anger.


    "I have warned you once. Don''t kill me, or you will die. Your strength, in my opinion, is similar to that of a mole ant, Jie Jie..."


    The black robed man''s voice suddenly became cold and extremely gloomy. Before Wan Zhiyang opened his mouth, suddenly, a cold and cool breath suddenly broke out from the black robed man, turned into a strong gloomy storm and rolled towards Wan Zhiyang.


    In an instant, the pores burst and goose bumps all over the body. A cold feeling rolled over the whole body, like falling into an ice cellar. A breath of death quietly filled his heart. Wan Zhiyang suddenly gave birth to an illusion like being surrounded by snakes.


    Wan Zhiyang''s face changed greatly, became pale, his eyes opened wide, and his pupils enlarged instantly. An inexplicable fear spread in his pupils.


    "Hum!"


    Suddenly, a gloomy and incomparable cold hum sounded in my ears, like a sullen explosion, shaking Wan Zhiyang''s dizziness.


    But the extremely cold breath retreated quickly like a tide. For a moment, it disappeared without a trace, as if all the feelings just now were illusions.


    But wan Zhiyang''s face was still very pale, as if he had lost his blood. There was still a deep sense of fear in his pupils.


    Wan Zhiyang knew that it was definitely not an illusion, but a real feeling. It was formed by the other party''s breath oppressing himself. The smell of death was very strong, as if it was still floating around him, as if it was a sickle of death, right around his neck, so that Wan Zhiyang had an idea that life did not accept his own control, As if he could be killed at any time.


    This feeling makes Wan Zhiyang feel very uncomfortable. He doesn''t like this feeling, but he can''t get rid of it.


    He breathed heavily, as if he were drowning. Wan Zhiyang''s pale face gradually recovered his blood color, and his stiff body also recovered a little bit, as if the cold ice thawed, and the blood gradually flowed.


    However, the feeling just now went deep into the bone marrow and made Wan Zhiyang unforgettable.


    "Now, do you understand? In my eyes, you are a mole ant, a mole ant that I can crush at any time, Jie Jie......" the man in black smiled and said.


    Being said to be a mole ant is extremely unwilling, but even if there are tens of millions of unwilling, Wan Zhiyang has no way, because the power gap is too big. The other party can''t resist with only a breath, and feels that he is almost dead. How to resist such an opponent will make people powerless.


    "Excuse me, sir, what can I do for you?" Wan Zhiyang said slowly, considering his words. His tone became more respectful. This feeling was also very strange, unaccustomed and uncomfortable.


    "I only ask you one question. Do you want to have strong power and revenge?" the man in black asked suddenly. (to be continued, please visit www.qidian.com for more chapters and support the author and genuine reading!)