President Gao Leng's Supreme Soldier King

Seeing these tens of thousands, it seemed as if endless ghost spirits were crazily flying towards him, and every one of the dead souls exuded a strong killing intent like blood, even Wang Li, who was in the golden core state, couldn't help suddenly His countenance changed.

Ten or a hundred, even if thousands of dead souls besieged Wang Li at the same time, Wang Li would not be afraid at all with his current strength.

But facing the siege of tens of thousands of boundless dead souls at the same time, Wang Li is not arrogant enough to think that he can win.

His scalp tingled for a while, and almost immediately when he saw the group of dead souls rushing towards him, he felt like retreating.

It's just that Wang Li hadn't turned around to leave, but his way was already blocked by these dead souls.

At this time, it seemed that the sky and the earth were filled with the figures of these dead souls, making it impossible for Wang Li to retreat.

Each dead soul has a deep cold-blooded aura as if it has experienced a battlefield-like frantic fight.

They didn't take the initiative to attack Wang Li, but surrounded Wang Li and stood still. Their scarlet cold pupils exuded a dazed look, staring at Wang Li, as if they were constantly reminiscing about the glorious past.

Originally, Wang Li thought that he would have a fierce battle in this ancient painting, but now it seems that this is not the case.

What happened to these dead souls?
"When you see the young master, why don't you bow down?! Why don't you wake up the memory that has been sleeping for hundreds of millions of years!"

Just when Wang Li was puzzled, the voice of the old man who got the vicissitudes of life came out again from inside the mysterious stone tablet. The voice was extremely loud, as if it contained some kind of mysterious power, echoing in the entire ancient painting space.

As the old man's voice suddenly fell, it seemed as if these dead souls suddenly awakened the memories of their previous lives.

They were scarlet and cold, and their dazed pupils became clearer. The gaze they looked at Wang Li suddenly changed, and each dead soul involuntarily exuded a look of fanatical worship and fear.

Whoa!
As the first dead soul bent down and knelt down towards Wang Li, it seemed to cause a domino effect. All the dead souls knelt down to Wang Li, and their hoarse and deep voices merged together, and finally turned into only one sentence. .

We welcome the return of the young master!

Wang Li became more and more confused, young master?

Is he the young master of these dead souls who have been dead for an unknown number of years?Who are you?Why did Wang Li feel more and more confused as he explored his own life experience?
Often when a secret is unraveled, an even bigger secret follows.

Suspicions abounded in Wang Li's mind. At this moment, the mysterious black stone tablet flickered with black light, and a black light condensed in front of Wang Li, and finally turned into a human form. It was an old man with white hair and vicissitudes of life, dressed in black.

At this moment, the old man's face was extremely excited, staring at Wang Li and weeping with joy, as if his whole body was trembling slightly, "I have waited here for hundreds of millions of years, and finally waited for the return of the young master! The master and mistress can finally feel at ease! The old slave has always believed that, The young master is a genius, and he will definitely be able to reincarnate successfully and be resurrected again!"

reincarnation?resurrection?wake?

Wang Li was at a loss. He couldn't figure out what the old man in front of him was talking about. Could it be that the old man had misunderstood someone?What kind of young master did he mistake himself for?
"Who are you?" Wang Li frowned, staring at the old man in black, and asked in a deep voice.

The black-robed old man took a deep breath, bowed down to Wang Li, and said in a trembling voice: "The old slave is the stele slave of the Nine Nether Souls Monument, and his mission since birth was to guard the Nine Nether Souls Monument and wait for the young master to wake up and return! Nine Nether Souls The stele is the last hope of my Xuanhuang clan to re-emerge in the Three Thousand Realms! The young master is the last hope of my Xuanhuang clan!"

Nine Ghost Monument?Three Thousand Realms?

Wang Li was completely dumbfounded, he was completely shocked by the few words the old man said.

He knows that the earth has ten inherited civilizations, and also knows that there are many cosmic monks in the vast universe outside the earth, and various tyrannical life forms with powerful power.

But what the hell is this Three Thousand Worlds?

Seeing the blank look in Wang Li's eyes, the stele slave frowned slightly, staring at Wang Li carefully, suddenly his whole body trembled, and he said in a trembling voice: "No wonder the young master didn't recognize me! It turns out that the young master has been waiting for you for a long time In reincarnation, I lost a life imprint!"

"What do you want to say?" Wang Li asked subconsciously.

"That's all! I've been waiting for hundreds of millions of years, and it's not too late." The old stele slave said to himself, with kindness in his eyes, he looked at Wang Li reluctantly, and continued in a low voice. : "It seems that the time has not come yet, and it is not the best time for the young master to fully wake up. I was the one who waited abruptly."

"I will wait quietly for the young master's final awakening..."

The vicissitudes of the old man's voice continued to echo in the ancient painting space, and then all the dead souls dissipated together with the old man's body, and finally turned into wisps of black air and returned to the black stone tablet.

Wang Ligang wanted to ask what the old man's words meant.

However, he suddenly felt as if a powerful suction force suddenly appeared behind him, and then his entire spiritual consciousness was forcibly pulled out of the ancient painting space by this suction force.

Inside a section of the train.

Sitting in the corner with closed eyes, Wang Li suddenly opened his eyes, which were full of doubt and horror.

Wang Lixin was even more astonished by the scene he encountered in the ancient painting space just now.

He thought that his life experience might be extremely unusual, but he didn't expect that his life experience seemed to be far beyond his imagination.

The young master of the Xuanhuang clan?The Nine Ghost Monument?Three Thousand Realms?the only hope?Reincarnation, wake up?It seems that the imprint of life is missing a piece in the continuous reincarnation, so the memory of his previous reincarnation disappeared?
Compared with searching for the secrets of his life experience without any clues before, Wang Li now has undoubtedly gained a direction, and no longer has to search for the secrets of his life experience at a loss as before.

Wang Li clenched his fists tightly, his eyes flashed with determination, no matter whether his background was the young master of the Xuanhuang clan or not, he must find out clearly!
He vaguely felt that he seemed to be burdened with a great mission.

But now he doesn't know what this mission is, is it to let the Xuanhuang clan re-emerge in the Three Thousand Realms?

What is this Three Thousand Worlds?
Wang Li always felt that things would never be as simple as he guessed.

Just when Wang Li was about to close his eyes and fall into meditation practice again, he suddenly glanced at the corner of the carriage from the corner of his eyes, his brows were slightly frowned, and there was a trace of surprise in his eyes, why is she here?

In the corner of the carriage, there were several well-dressed young men and women sitting. One of them, Wang Li, had some impression that she was Zhang Yaoyao's colleague in the hospital. Her name was Xiaomei.

When Wang Li first arrived in Beijing and was in the hospital, Song He and Qin Liang took Zhang Yaoyao and Xiaomei, and took him to the hotel nightclub by the way.

At that time, it was because of this Xiaomei that they provoked Chen Taotie, and finally Xie Kuang died in Wang Li's hands.

To be honest, this Xiaomei is still an old acquaintance of Wang Li.

It's just that Xiaomei at this moment... seems to have encountered some trouble.