Jiutian Holy Son's face looked as ugly as if he had eaten dog shit. He gritted his teeth and said, "No, I was just careless and fell into their trap. As long as I have a chance, I will definitely deal with them within three moves."
"Then do you know the details of those people?"
"This memory has disappeared, I can't remember it." Jiutian Holy Son shook his head.
The old man looked at Jiutian Holy Son's brows, frowned and said, "Are you under the influence of soul magic?"
Because the thing that can manipulate the soul is the legendary soul art, the old man had to suspect that someone between the two of them had practiced soul art.
But Holy Son of the Nine Heavens is not a simple person, and it is impossible for low-level soul skills to harm the soul.
"You go back, I'll go check it out."
"Okay, find them, and I will personally kill them." Jiutian Holy Son could still smell the sourness emitting from his own mouth as he spoke.
Then the old man flew towards the north, which was the direction of the Imperial City.
With his level of cultivation, it is only a matter of time before he can fly. The powerful storage of power allows him to do whatever he wants.
An additional teleportation array was opened, and the old man crossed directly across the Imperial City.
With a powerful thought, he was surprised to see Ning Fan practicing in seclusion and the fat man who was drunk.
boom!!!
Suddenly, a terrifying sword energy ripped through the void in a villa, like a burst of light, destroying everything.
The old man immediately formed a barrier to resist with the seal in his hand.
boom!!!
The sword energy hit the old man's barrier, and its power spread horribly around him.
"Are you looking for death? This is the Imperial City." A voice came.
"There is actually a powerful quasi-saint."
The old man looked with deep eyes and saw Mr. Nie, the Killer Saint, and the two looked at each other.
"He actually stepped into the quasi-sage." The old man was very surprised. When he looked towards the seaside, his pupils suddenly contracted violently.
The next second, he fled away, but as soon as he came, the Killing Saint Nie rose up in the sky. At this time, he had no sword in his hand, which was better than having a sword in his hand.
With a wave of invisible sword energy, the space became distorted under the sword light in the air.
"I don't mean to disturb you, please take my leave!" The old man's face was ugly. Who knew there would be a quasi-sage in this imperial capital.
"Then there must be some lessons." Mr. Nie, the Killer Saint, refused to give up. He gathered his sword fingers with both fingers and flew away across the air.
call out!!!
The terrifying sword light fell, like the Milky Way in the Nine Heavens, brilliant silver and white, with sharp edges everywhere.
The old man took action to resist, waved his big hand, and endless power surged out, slamming towards the Nine Heavens Sword Light.
boom!!!
It was a pity that he blocked the first sword, and the old man's shoulder was pierced by another sword. He gritted his teeth and refused to fight. Moreover, it seemed that there was more than one strong man in this imperial capital.
"Hahaha, I'm coming, I'm coming."
An old man wearing a bamboo hat and raincoat appeared crazy, holding several bottles of Erguotou in his arms, shaking his head and smelling of alcohol.
"Another quasi-sage. When did the quasi-sage become so cheap?" The old man's pupils shrank violently.
He also felt that there was also a terrifying sword intent hidden in a villa. He really panicked and immediately opened the teleportation array, jumped in and left.
"Tch! It's boring to run away like this." The old fisherman kept burping and staggering away.
The old turtle was drinking a small drink comfortably and murmured to himself: "As expected of a person from this planet, his strength improves very quickly."
On the other side, the old man fled in a hurry, dragging his weak body and falling into a valley.