Time Travel: The Strongest Hidden Successor Dies at 25?

The draft horse used up its last spiritual power and turned into a ray of light and shadow, shuttling through the Huangquan Road.

He was like a firefly, flickering with faint light, but in the dark underworld, it looked particularly dazzling.

"Where did the outsider come from?"

"Not counting outsiders, they are just dying. They will soon become our kind..."

"He was very powerful when he was alive!"

"I smell the disgusting smell of Lingmen!"

Whispers came from all directions, mixed with various emotions, making it difficult to stay awake.

The body of the draft horse was flickering in and out of light, but never extinguished. He was struggling to support and search for the existence that should be immortal in his memory.

After wandering for an unknown amount of time, the presence of the draft horse finally alarmed the countless lonely ghosts on the road to hell.

Most of the time they are confused, but on rare occasions they regain their sanity and reveal their evil intentions!

"No matter who he was when he was alive, it will be no different when he gets here!"

"Ahhhh! Let him fall into perdition with us!"

desire! anger! sad! regret! All the negative emotions hit the draft horse like a wave and were about to overturn it.

"Annihilation."

Suddenly, a calm voice came, and there was a vision of the sun and the moon rising in the underworld!

In an instant, the entire Huangquan was in turbulent waves, and countless souls fled in fear. Then the world was already ablaze with light. No one could escape. The surface of the river was baked by the scorching temperature and dropped by an unknown number of feet!

Occasionally, the fish that slipped through the net were immobilized by the halo of the moonlight, watching themselves slowly melting away, but they were unable to do anything, not even able to utter a cry.

Silence in all directions!

Originally, there were many terrifying beings in the underworld, watching the fire from the other side, or preparing to attack the draft horses, fishing in troubled waters, or laying out big plans.

Seeing this scene, they all left without saying a word.

That one must not be tempted!

What is the strongest?

In life and after death, he is the strongest!

"Master..." Wan Ma's originally somewhat distracted expression suddenly regained its clarity and was filled with excitement.

He knew that even if he passed away, his master would still be there somewhere, continuing his path of invincibility!

"Dragon horse, come here." A soft call came.

The draft horse felt the world spinning and was transferred to a quiet place.

This place is like a fairyland on earth, with birds and animals, three-dimensional fir forests, and hundreds of flowers blooming. It is peaceful and peaceful. People can't help but wonder, is this really a scene that can be seen on Huangquan Road?

The horseman looked at this scene in surprise. He was already good at moving quickly, and he could clearly feel the transformation of his master's hand just now. It seemed simple, but it allowed him to travel tens of thousands of miles! Completely ignoring the rules of this world.

Looking at the dream-like scene in front of him, Huan Ma couldn't help but sigh, Master's powerful rules of heaven and earth must make way for him.

He looked up and saw that lonely figure standing on the edge of the cliff, no different from when he became a disciple.

The master's back is not tall, and can even be said to be a bit short, but his shoulders are as wide as if he could accommodate the entire world!

He still maintains a face of about forty years old, with a calm face and watery eyes, as indifferent as ever, but his domineering and majestic supreme grace can still be seen from the fierce momentum he occasionally exudes.

It is a natural expression of an invincible belief, a strong will to fight against the sky and the earth, and an unparalleled fighting spirit!

Huan Ma felt that in front of him, he was just like the young boy who had just received his apocalypse, still like a disciple who didn't know how to practice...