The Son of Mocking Wind spread his wings and was about to escape, but it was already too late.

Ji Jin and he looked at each other. At this glance, the eyes of the sarcastic son suddenly turned into flowers!

He was wearing a long robe and was sitting in front of a fortune teller's booth.

"You will be hit to death by a divine horse at three o'clock tomorrow!"

"This is life!"

At three quarters of noon, the son of Moofeng was on the run. He ran towards a dense forest.

But the next moment, a black divine horse suddenly rushed out and knocked him to death!

The Son of Mocking Wind opened his eyes again.

"You are going to be hit to death by a divine horse at three o'clock tomorrow!"

"This is life!"

Same words, same tone, same people!

Everything seemed to be happening again.

This time, he chose to hide in a dry well!

But at three quarters of noon, a black divine horse was thrown from the mouth of the well and killed him!

Repeated over and over again, it seems like I can't escape every time!

It only took a moment, and the son of Moofeng had already died thousands of times in the illusion.

You can't escape the same way of death!

This is life!

Can't escape!

Every time he dies, the Son of Wind gets older.

By the time the Son of Chao Feng breaks away from the illusion, his whole body and blood have dried up and he is already very old!

When he woke up, he was already pinched by Ji Jin's hand, and the other hand was dragging Guixu, who was already covered in blood.

"Mr. Luo wants to live!"

Ji Jin shook his hands and threw two extremely terrifying ghost powers directly in front of Luo Chen like throwing wild boars!

Silence filled the place!

"Come here, let these two people know the rules of the world!" Luo Chen looked at the two ghost masters on the ground with cold eyes. "Boss Luo, I, Hong Biao, am the best at this kind of thing!"
Chapter completed!