Suddenly, Fang Mingwei stopped and looked ahead with a torch.

The darkness in front of me seemed to begin to roll, turning layer by layer, as if there was a smoker working constantly.

However, what really caught Fang Mingwei's attention was not this magical scene, but a super strong man hidden in the darkness.

This is an extremely powerful master, and the huge power emitted from him seems to be much higher than Patrick, an old monster who has lived for five thousand years.

As soon as he thought of this, a cold sweat suddenly oozed out of Fang Mingwei's vest.

This was definitely the first time Fang Mingwei encountered such a powerful aura. A terrible thought suddenly flashed through his mind. Is this person an emperor-level master?

The spiritual power that was originally retracted because of fear spread out again on him. He wanted to know who actually had such incredible strength.

A pale, bloodless face was imprinted into Fang Mingwei's gaze, and the man was lying quietly in the passage. If Fang Mingwei had not had enough spiritual power to sense a faint breath back and forth from his nose, then Fang Mingwei would have thought this was a zombie.

Looking at this face quietly, Fang Mingwei was extremely surprised. He was sure of this face, and he had definitely seen it somewhere. It was just a one-time relationship and there was no special friendship.

"Oh my God." Douglas's voice came from Fang Mingwei's mind, and the soul of this former god of war actually had a slight tremor at this moment.

"Mr. Douglas, what's wrong with you?"

"This person..." Douglas hesitated for a moment and said, "Mingwei, do you really don't recognize this person's appearance?"

Fang Mingwei frowned slightly and said, "I can't remember. Who is he..."

"He is someone who entered the space gate before." Douglas said in a shocking manner.

Fang Mingwei's body trembled and he was about to sit on the ground.

When watching the image outside, Fang Mingwei's spiritual consciousness merged with Douglas's soul and looked at all the things in the water mirror. At this moment, in this dark passage, hundreds of super small mechanical flying insects were Douglas' eyes, so of course he could see clearly.

Fang Mingwei could not think of this place for a moment, because although this person had a similar face, his face was extremely poor. With such a strange and terrifying face, no matter who suddenly saw him, he would not easily associate him with familiar people.

But Douglas is different. He is a soul himself. For the soul, no matter how terrible his face is, it is, so he can easily compare the true identity of this person.

After swallowing deeply, Fang Mingwei's eyelids kept beating. He asked with a wry smile: "Mr. Douglas, are you sure?"

"I'm not sure, but judging from his appearance and momentum, it seems very likely."

A cold feeling flashed through Fang Mingwei's heart. If this person was really a great master who entered here in ancient times, how could he survive?

For millions of years, did he live in this place?

Looking around the surrounding environment, Fang Mingwei suddenly felt a creepy feeling. Even though he was an outstanding necromancer, he was still shocked by this ghostly situation.

The fluctuations in the space ahead became more and more powerful, and the person who was lying on the ground like a sick person finally moved.

With this change, Fang Mingwei's heart suddenly raised his throat.

He has seen many souls, but this is the first time he has encountered a zombie.

Oh, this person is likely not dead yet, but Fang Mingwei would rather encounter a zombie than meet this old monster who has survived for millions of years!

Before he knew it, his body became a little stiff, and a strong sense of crisis enveloped his body.

Then, the man finally stood up under his attention.

This person is tall, at least two meters and two or three meters tall. His eyes are cold like ice, and there is no feeling of being strange. However, Fang Mingwei's spiritual sense clearly found that this person is still breathing. Although it is extremely slow, it is always constant.

The man opened his mouth with difficulty, and several incoherent syllables spit out of his mouth: "Ji...li...gu...lu?"

Fang Mingwei also opened his mouth wide. Even if this zombie-like person rushed up to suck blood, he would never be so surprised.

In fact, Fang Mingwei had already considered countless ways of confrontation in his mind. Although he was not his opponent in terms of momentum, he was a master of two systems and had an inner armor at the same time. The opponent had just recovered from a state of unknown importance, and his movements were so slow that it was like a machine full of rust.

No matter how powerful such a person is, Fang Mingwei has the absolute confidence to defeat him.

However, the man actually did something that surprised him very much. Judging from his tone and voice, it seemed that he was asking him something. But unfortunately, what does this Jili Gulu mean is not something Fang Mingwei can interpret.

Seeing Fang Mingwei's expression, the man became more and more excited. He opened and closed a terrifying mouth and said another word that no one could understand.

But at this moment, Fang Mingwei had already confirmed that the man was indeed asking something in a language he didn't understand. But unfortunately, not only Fang Mingwei himself couldn't understand, but even the automatic translator with hundreds of languages ​​on him did not understand what the man was saying.

After changing more than ten languages ​​in a row, Fang Mingwei shook his head, shook his head and then shook his head.

Even a real zombie will inevitably be furious in this situation.

"Where did this come from the idiot? I have never learned any language. Where did his level 20 cultivation come from?"

Fang Mingwei's eyes suddenly lit up. He understood this sentence because it turned out to be the language of the Ruitan Empire. But the content of this sentence is really unsatisfactory.

"Your Excellency, there seems to be no necessary connection between my cultivation and my personal language learning." Fang Mingwei said coldly.

After saying so many words, the tone finally began to smooth out, but unexpectedly, after asking more than a dozen questions, no one of them worked. However, he cursed casually but caught the braid.

"Hehe..." He smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "I'm sorry, you were the first person to be able to get here in so many years, so you're a little reckless."

Fang Mingwei shook his head slightly and said he didn't care. However, a shocking wave was stirred up in his heart.

He was actually the first person to arrive here, so Patrick and others were naturally not ahead.

The man shook his head twice, as if an old machine that he had not used for many years suddenly started to move, and a crackling sound was made all over his body.

Fang Mingwei looked at him in a daze, wanting to ask in his heart whether he was the person in the image. If so, then he is the real old and immortal monster.

"What's your name?" the man asked in the words of the Retan Empire.

"My name is Pots...Potsbridges." Fang Mingwei said the names of the two top experts without thinking.

"Yeah, a very good name." The man seemed to be a man with great power, and he had a faint tone of command in his speech. This was a habit left by the superiors for many years, and it had been revealed intentionally or unintentionally.

"Thank you for your compliment, then what about you?"

"Feinold." The man raised his head slightly, his tone filled with pride.

"Feinold?"

"That's right."

Fang Mingwei kept thinking about this name in his mind, and even Douglas began to ponder, but to their disappointment, the two of them had no impression at all.

Perhaps seeing the confusion in Fang Mingwei's eyes, the arrogance on Fenold's face gradually disappeared, and he asked, "Have you heard of this name before?"

"Yes, I haven't heard of it." Fang Mingwei answered honestly.

An incredible face appeared on Fernold's face, and he asked, "Are there some idiots left in the Retan Empire, and even forgot my name...hehe."

Listening to his gloomy sound as if he was blowing directly into people's hearts with the cold wind, Fang Mingwei shivered cleverly.

"Mr. Finode, I'm not from the Retan Empire."

"Oh, then which country are you from?"

"I am a Lisman, the third cantilever of the Lisman Republic."

"Lisman?" Finold frowned and thought for a while. Obviously, this name was definitely an extremely strange name to him.

"So, which country are you from?" Fang Mingwei asked in a low voice.

"Me?" Finold laughed. Although his voice was very unpleasant, he undoubtedly had a strong sense of pride among these sounds: "I am the second elder of the great Hans Empire Elder House."

"Hans?" Fang Mingwei's eyes suddenly condensed to one point.

Perhaps not many people know this name nowadays, but if it were millions of years ago, it was a superpower with a reputation that could make the Great Federation of Humanity shake three times.

According to ancient documents, there are five civilized countries in the Great Federation of Humankind, and this Hans Empire is one of them.

She occupied nearly half of the territory, and her national strength was so strong that she was one of the top among the five superpowers.

However, what really shocked Fang Mingwei was that this Finode was really an ancient man, and he was obviously trapped in this place and never went out, otherwise he would not even have no understanding of the current human landscape.

Finold seemed to have thought of something and asked, "Since you are the third cantilever man and the top master of Great Perfection, why don't you learn the five major public languages ​​of the Star?"

Fang Mingwei was stunned and immediately understood that the five public languages ​​he spoke must be the language of the five level ten civilized countries in the past.

However, these five countries now don’t know where to go. Except for a very small number of historians, there are no languages ​​in normal translators. If there are still people who insist on learning, wouldn’t they become idiots?

After hesitating for a moment, Fang Mingwei did not take the initiative to tell Phinold about these things because he didn't know whether this old guy could withstand such a major blow.

If he had been together again, Fang Mingwei knew that millions of years had passed in the outside world, so he was afraid that he would go completely crazy immediately.

"Bridges, what are you doing here?" Fenold asked suddenly.

Fang Mingwei was stunned again, and then he realized that Fenold was greeting him.

"I saw a space door, so I touched it and it ended up coming."

"Space Gate? Humph, those two-type idiots." Fenold cursed fiercely and asked, "How is the outside world like? Is that old thing in Texas dead?"

Fang Mingwei frowned tightly. Who is Texas? He seems to have never heard of it before.

He sighed, if the country's name was at least a lot of money would be left in history books, but these twenty-level great masters, although they have extraordinary strength, will eventually be lost by history books.

"Mr. Finode, who is Texas?"

"Uh? You don't even know Texas." Finold seemed even more strange than Fang Mingwei. He asked: "Where do you come from in the corner? Even the ancestor of the gene human beings don't know?"

Fang Mingwei's body suddenly shook, "The ancestor of the genetic human being? Isn't this the necromancer...

A faint blush suddenly appeared in Fenold's face, and his eyes were full of suspicion. After a moment, he finally said, "Mr. Bridges, I need to know what's happening outside. Can you tell me?"

"Okay." Fang Mingwei hesitated for a moment and immediately made up his mind. Countless thoughts were deduced in his mind. He planned to compile a huge virtual system to get away with it.

Unexpectedly, Fenold immediately said: "I can sense that you have strong spiritual abilities in you, so please connect with me with your spiritual consciousness."
To be continued...