The short old man spoke very casually, nonchalantly and with a peaceful expression.
But I smelled a trace of blood in his calmness.
That is hidden deep resentment, hatred, and even murderous intentions.
The purple turtle shell he clenched in his right hand shone faintly, and the sound of increasingly turbulent waves could be heard.
Just like his mood at the moment, it was ups and downs, rising steadily.
Qu Changan added fuel to the fire: "Your luck could have been better than it is now."
"It will take another two years for the acupuncture points to be perfected, and the luck of Kunlun Ancestral Mountain will be connected to provide you with the nutrients for cultivation."
"At that time, your Taoism that has disappeared due to your deep sleep will definitely be restored gradually."
"What a pity. The intrusion of this group of people and their status will never allow the existence of holes."
Qu Changchang shook his head in a pretentious manner, looking like he felt unfair for the short old man, and said angrily: "The Feng Shui Ling Cave came into being at the right time, and it is extremely rare for a lucky creature to be born."
"Kunlun cannot tolerate you because of its own destiny. I can renew the dragon's tail for you once, but I will never have the chance to renew it a second time."
"It's fate that brings disaster to you. It's also my fault. It's really a pity." Qu Changan said in a coy manner.
The short old man's tail trailing behind him swung from side to side, and the rock he smashed made a loud bang as he said, "Don't be so righteous as you say, you know exactly why you extended my tail for me."
"After the acupuncture point connects the luck of Kunlun Ancestral Mountain, will you really leave it for my use?"
"Or use the acupoints to deal with Kunlun and destroy his luck?"
The short old man pointed it out and said with a sneer: "It's just taking advantage of each other. We are all smart people, why bother pretending to be confused."
Qu Changan showed no shame and said frankly: "I always have a plan to help you wake up. The pie in the sky will not fall for no reason."
"Yes, so you all deserve to die and must die." The short old man said sadly: "Only if you die can I safely enjoy the acupoints after consummation and restore the Taoism, aspire to the immortal path as soon as possible, and escape from the mortal world.
Worldly."
"Do you think it's possible?" San Bo, holding the Nine Sun Mirror, said sternly: "This is the only loophole in Kunlun Ancestral Mountain's destiny. Unless you can eradicate all the Kunlun spiritual masters and disappear from the land of Daxia. Otherwise, Long
The Guiwangyue Point must be destroyed to prevent it from falling into the hands of other forces and used against Kunlun."
"Shut up." The short old man roared: "Is it possible that I have the final say? Today is different from the past. How can Kunlun kill me?"
"By you? Or by the broken mirror in your hand?"
"Or is it because of those small fish and shrimps?" The short old man looked at Lingxi, Ji Qinghe and others, and said with full contempt: "I can crush these so-called direct disciples of Kunlun to death with one hand."
San Bo said sarcastically: "You are not the turtle spirit from three thousand years ago either."
"So what, it's enough to deal with you." The short old man bared his teeth and his expression became vicious as he said: "Xu Dongchen, the headmaster of Kunlun back then, relied on the Immortal Realm to destroy my foundation, cut off the dragon's tail with a sword, and destroyed the foundation for my cultivation.
hole."
"He thinks so highly of himself that he doesn't even bother to kill me, leaving me to linger and sleep at the bottom of the mountain."
"I have been waiting for this hatred for three thousand years."
The short old man's eyes were blood red, and along with his hysterical roar, his body suddenly disappeared.
As if facing a formidable enemy, San Bo retreated without hesitation.
"boom."
The huge waves broke and the rain poured down.
The short old man appeared where San Bo had been standing.
He raised the corners of his mouth and protruded his eyes: "Yes, you are smarter than I thought."
Sanbo's back was against the mountain road, and the Nine-Yang Mirror was across his chest.
"Swish swish."
Three rays of golden light popped out from the mirror, as if they were real, dazzling and dazzling.
