"Of course, in fact, this game doesn't take as long as fifteen minutes, because it's only five minutes for me to take your life!" Bei Jiang continued.

As he said this, his body began to blend into a large area of ​​darkness behind him. Under the entire darkness, a face with an extremely strange smile gradually emerged, from blur to clear, and finally to being difficult to distinguish between real and false, it looked very small on the road!

Looking at the huge black smiley face in front of him, if it wasn't an opponent, if it wasn't the killer's distorted, deformed psychology that made people disgusted, hated and annoyed, Han Lang would admire his control of the power of darkness, which can be said to have given Han Lang a vivid course on soul power!

Han Lang would never show off his skills in front of such a dark master. He knew where his current advantage lies, and he knew that this was a battle that must be won.

In fifteen minutes, life is always so fragile, and it always makes people have to fight hard to defend it with all their might!

"Dark face!"

The huge smiling face turned three-dimensional. It pounced on Han Lang like a ghost. The laughter that rushed into his mind disturbed his spirit. The speed of soul power release became severely slower, his judgment ability was slower, and his sense of fear spread throughout his body!

Han Lang was fearless himself. What made him afraid of was that Murong Yan was unable to recover, and that Murong Yan was crying. The fear of darkness was amplifying Han Lang's emotions, which made Han Lang be implicated and dragged down by this emotion!

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

The dark face is very close, and Han Lang keeps retreating. This soul power has no real destructive power. It destroys people's psychological defenses, making people directly lose their will to fight, and even lose their thoughts under the claustrophobia and amplify the consequences of sadness...

Han Lang continued to retreat, and suddenly there was a burst of laughter behind him. Han Lang turned his head and saw another huge dark face, which also hit him!

"Buzz!"

The necklace on his chest trembled slightly, and the ripples of water dispersed with special blue light of stars. Each layer of the swayed out was a different kind of fear printed in Han Lang's spirit.

Han Lang's mind suddenly became clear. When he opened his eyes again, the dark face had disappeared without a trace.

Han Lang looked down at the penis. Although the invasion of dark fear was lifted, he was not happy at all.

The battle began, and this important spiritual protective gear was used. How should the opponent's attack be resisted in the next step?

And if I resisted passively in this way, how could I defeat him in fifteen minutes?

After Han Lang woke up, a large chain of lightning suddenly evoked in his hand. They flew towards the place outside the highway. The pale and dazzling light dispersed the surrounding darkness, and a tall and thin figure faintly reflected.

The person's smiling face could be seen in the lightning light, but just as the lightning was about to hit him, his figure flashed strangely and disappeared into Han Lang's sight in an instant. The ugly laughter suddenly echoed in the air. The teasing and falseness made people even more annoyed.

"Time flies very quickly!" Bei Jiang mocked, but the person was gone.

Han Lang calmly searched and wanted to pull him out from all possible hidden places around him, but as he was searching, he did not find that the road under his feet was gradually being swallowed by the dark mud, and from the first small black pool had expanded to a black pool.

There are not many cars on the road. This is a highway that has been replaced by a tunnel. It leads to the Pearl River alone from the suburbs. Occasionally, some racing racers are rude here. However, today, this road lonely in the wilderness seems to be swallowed by a dark devil, and disappeared inexplicably in this wilderness. Several luxurious sports cars parked at the entrance. The gorgeously dressed young men and young ladies were frightened and completely lost the courage to enter.

"What are you afraid of? The darker it is, the more exciting it is. The speed reaches 180, and the visibility is only 200 meters. You don't know what is ahead and arrives immediately in the next second and then enters the next fear. You must have never experienced this feeling." The white handsome man with a black parrot hair said with a bit of playboy and wildness.

After saying this, he stepped on the accelerator and suddenly soared his speed to 100.

The speed increased again and continued to increase. The man from the parrot heard the cheers of the girls behind him for his courage. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up. Women always like men with a dangerous temperament all over them.

"Sizi..."

The surroundings were dark, very thoroughly dark, and what made the parrot-haired man even more incredible was that there were countless lightnings shining in this darkness.

The lightning was thick and huge. When they hit somewhere, the broken branches could actually spread all areas above them, like a magic net of lightning within reach.

"Damn it, what the hell is this?" the man screamed in horror.

The road seemed to have no end. When the man soared his speed to 200 in fear, he was shocked to find that he was still in it and never took a step forward.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of the sports car that was telling the speeding. The man screamed in fear. He stepped on the brakes but it was meaningless. The car ran over the figure directly.

There was no feeling of collision, nor did it make a little noise. When the sports car roared into the figure, the man turned into countless black smoke and dissipated behind the messy airflow of the sports car.

The man turned his head and was so scared that his pants were wet. The black cigarettes gathered behind the car, and gradually returned to the figure out of the previous figure. The power of such a high-speed sports car was so powerful that the hero would be smashed to pieces. But that man had nothing to do, and he turned his head to laugh, which made the man get goosebumps all over his body.

"Five minutes have passed, you are more resistant than I imagined." Bei Jiang's voice sounded again.

Han Lang stood on the road that was completely reduced to a black mud, his face never looked solemn.

There were many figures around him. These figures were not the demon shadow executioners who looked fierce and terrible, nor were they created according to the appearance of Bei Jiang. These figures were all Han Lang's own shadows.

Every shadow, regardless of height and body shape, is exactly the same as Han Lang. They even have a face that is very similar to himself but is hazy in the black smoke, which makes Han Lang feel that he is standing in a room with magic mirrors standing in all directions. All the printed images have their own expressions, false smiles, hideous and angry gazes,
Chapter completed!