The evil spirit rises and the evil spirit sinks, forming a thick dark abyss.
Mengzhi is like the man standing in front of the cliff of the abyss.
Then, a scaly palm tore open the black mist in front of him.
His tall body also walked out of it.
Black-red mist lingers in the folds and gaps of the robe, as well as in the corners of the indifferent eyes and wildly dancing hair.
laugh.
The huge dragon's mouth opened slightly, and hot water suddenly poured out.
It was clearly an extremely tall old dragon. It looked old and withered, and its skin was like black bark attached to its slender bones.
There are age spots, aura of death, aura of twilight, and even an unpleasant smell of the elderly, slowly exuding, making it difficult for people to tell whether this is a living person or a dead person.
‘Old Dragon’s’ eyes were black and red.
He clearly has pupils, but his eyes cannot be seen at all.
Feeling the breath emerging, Meng Zhi raised his palm and respectfully held the black gold blood knife above his head.
The tall and skinny old dragon moved his withered palm and held the black gold blood knife.
It was such an ordinary handover, with no burst of glory or flash of divine light. The old dragon's movements were very slow, like a decayed old man moving with difficulty, barely able to climb into the coffin by himself.
The 'old dragon' holding the long knife walked past Meng Zhi.
Bada.
The footsteps muffled.
There were clearly no iron boots and no cotton shoes, only a pair of bare feet with dragon claws, but they seemed to be stepping on everyone's chests.
The heavy sound made the strong man's expression solemn, made the feminine young man feel like he was facing a formidable enemy, and made the old man stare at him without daring to move his eyes. His Divine Sword of Silence lay as silently as if dead.
Chen Jinding looked at Old Long and frowned slightly. With his eyesight, he could see the floating aura of inspiration at a glance. It was clearly only in the early stage, and if you say more, it was only in the middle stage.
But there was always an indescribable feeling in his heart, as if what he was facing was not a person at all.
If not a person, what is it?
Monsters and monsters.
People may be afraid of monsters, but monks are not.
"Pretending to be a ghost!"
The strong man who was called Prajna Shura by Chen Zhizai uttered a few words, but he did not take action.
Because the old dragon gave him a very dangerous feeling.
It's like if he dares to take action, his life will be in danger. It's life's instinctive fear of death that prevents him from taking action.
Bada.
The feminine young man narrowed his eyes and said nothing.
The old man holding the sword held the sword and stared at the 'old dragon'.
The old dragon holding a long knife came slowly. He was thin but unusually tall.
Maybe it was age that made him stooped, or maybe it was because the black gold blood knife was so long that the tip of the knife dragged to the ground. He continued walking without realizing it, mechanically repeating the steps he had just taken.
If someone were to measure carefully with a ruler, they would find that every step he took was very precise, so precise that one would wonder what this knife-wielding person was.
It's people.
Still a ghost.
Or it may be the projection of other treasures.
A life-saving trump card that Gao Xiu left to his disciples.
Chen Jinding opened his big hand, and ten golden rings buzzed. Just when the golden rings were about to take action, Chen Jinding felt as if he had touched a 'mountain'. No, it didn't seem to be a mountain, but an abyss.
Obviously his level is high enough, but when he looks at the other person, he seems to be seeing an abyss.
In a dazed moment, 'Old Long' had already walked past him.
Qi Yueshu was stunned.
He didn't know why the hall master let people come over.
I don’t understand how Mengzhi could possess such a terrifying treasure.
He only has one thought left now.
Survive!
He sacrificed his most powerful treasure, which was a jade Ruyi.
However, as expected, he was caught by a withered dragon claw.
The dragon's claws continued to probe without any hesitation, until they caught his head.
"Lord."
"help me!"
He raised the knife and dropped it.
Bah!
Qi Yueshu's body collapsed.
The 'old dragon' with his head raised turned around and walked towards the darkness.
Shure, his figure and the complete head disappeared together.
The black gold blood knife returned to Meng Zhi's hand. The moment he tightened his grip on the blood knife, Meng Zhi shook off the blood stains on the blood knife and said in a deep voice: "The following offenders have been punished!"
Putting the bloody knife into his sleeve, Meng Zhi glanced at the tooth that he spit out.
He won't break his teeth and swallow them in his stomach again.
He needs spiritual stones to help him transcend the state of becoming a god.
No matter who it is, as long as they oppose him, hinder his advancement in realm, and prevent him from obtaining spiritual stones, they are his enemies.
Meng Zhi had already looked away. He was going to die. If Mr. Hu hadn't been struggling for a living now. He had worked hard to get these two unexpected opportunities, so he would continue to work hard!
'If you don't let me live, then don't live at all!'
Meng Zhi stepped on the broken tooth and crushed it to pieces. He raised his hand and said, "Palace Master Chen, I am busy with official duties and will not stay here for a long time."
"let's go!"
He picked up Chen Zhizai, who was lying on the side, and walked out towards the entrance of the hall.
"Hall Master?"
Everyone looked at Chen Jinding.
Seems to be waiting for his decision.
There are thousands of gang members gathered outside the main hall. Even if they have different strengths, they swarm forward. Even if Meng Zhi has unparalleled treasures, there will always be times when he cannot take precautions. Therefore, everyone is also waiting for the order of the hall master.
As long as the hall master gives the order, they will tear the young man with dark golden hair into pieces.
However, after receiving no response for a long time, they unanimously gave way to an alley.
The outside gang didn't know what was going on.
All I saw was the burst of inspiration and the collision of breaths.
Since there was no order from above, they certainly would not act on their own.
The token hanging on Meng Zhi's waist was also the actual hall master's order, and they did not dare to step forward.
"Hall Master?"
The strong man looked at Chen Jinding.
Chen Jinding took a deep breath and said calmly: "I don't want to hear what happened today outside."
The three of them looked at each other.
An idea came to my mind.
Isn't it possible that even the hall master is not sure?
Not sure?
Of course, there is no certainty of stopping the old dragon.
However, this matter cannot be blocked if they want to.
The death of a Venerable was such a big thing. If they wanted to hide it, the best they could do was to keep the people below from knowing. Other hall masters, helmsmen, and some high-ranking officials would certainly be able to find out about it easily.
Chen Jinding glanced at the corpse not far away, swept away with his consciousness, and found that the other party did not even leave Yang Shen behind.
He couldn't help but became angry and shouted: "Master of the Sixteenth Hall!"
Leave with a puff of sleeves.
…
"Master, I can walk by myself."
Chen Zhizai lowered his voice, as if he was afraid that someone would hear him, and beside him was Meng Zhi who was carrying him out of the branch hall.
Meng Zhi said with a smile: "Since you can walk by yourself, just take a walk."
Chen Zhizai not only came to his senses, but also because he was afraid of Meng Zhi. A venerable man, he would kill as soon as he was told.
The other gang members didn't see it, but he saw everything clearly. The 'old dragon' walked out of the darkness, holding a knife. It was easier to kill the venerable than to kill a chicken. He just raised the knife and dropped it.
Regardless of whether he has a high level of cultivation or some background, it at least shows that their hall leader is not a weakling.
I just don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse.
It's a blessing, not a curse, but it's a curse that cannot be avoided.
Chen Zhizai shook his head slightly.
He was a assigned person and had no choice.
Chen Zhizai said: "Master, you have used your power to kill people, so be careful."
"I see."
"But...you have to kill the chicken to scare the monkey."
Mengzhi asked Mr. Hu for his opinion on this matter.
What if there is really no way to break the situation? Should we just keep waiting and endure it?
He felt that Mr. Hu must have clever methods, and with Mr. Hu's unpredictable city, he would definitely be able to come up with a good solution.
However, unexpectedly, Mr. Hu did not play any other tricks, but told him that if he was in trouble, he would just fight his way out.
Coincidentally, Meng Zhi thought so too.
The two hit it off immediately.
Tushanjun also made full preparations for this attack.
Otherwise, with Lord Donghai's aura, even if he had a body made of soul flags, he would not be able to frighten Chen Jinding.
To this end, Tushanjun made two preparations.
If you really can't scare the opponent, then ask Chuiyun to give him a blow.
…
Stone Palace.
Candles are brightly lit.
A tall figure came from the door.
This person was wearing a thick cloak and a hood.
After An Ran sat down, he said: "You are so anxious to inform me."
"Has it been found?"
"The treasure of the Soul Flag with the weapon spirit appears again."
The monk on the other side threw over a jade slip and said: "Thirty years ago, a tiger tomb appeared in the fortress space near the ancient city. Many people gathered there that day, and Marquis Lu Xin was one of them. He also gave me a spiritual stone and asked me to organize it.
The genius among them helped him capture a treasure from the Tiger Tomb."
"That treasure is said to be related to the mythical beast White Tiger."
"However, we are not interested in the white tiger beast."
The monk in a thick cloak smiled. It wasn't that he wasn't interested, but he just thought it was impossible, or he had already found out that the treasure had nothing to do with the mythical white tiger.
He really doesn't care about the mythical beast White Tiger. He only cares about one thing, and that is...
"You know, that's not what I want to hear."
The monk in a thick cloak waved his hand.
"certainly."
"Marquis Lu Xin returned in disgrace. Even one of the geniuses of our organization, Zhao Wudao, died on the spot. The man who took action was very tall, with a green face and fangs, and red hair."
The monk used his magic power to activate the jade slip in his hand, and a tall figure came into view.
The image man looks down upon the world.
Like the world's banished immortals, the Demon Lord of the Abyss!
As soon as he saw the image, the monk in a thick cloak immediately sat up straight: "Weapon Spirit?!"
"good."
"It is the weapon spirit that appeared in the City of All Things."
"May I say one more thing, that weapon spirit treasure is only a top-grade Taoist weapon. Even if the weapon spirit itself is very intelligent and has a cultivation level comparable to that of a candidate Taoist, its ultimate achievement will not be too high."
The monk wearing a thick cloak smiled calmly: "I don't need you to worry about it."
Mana flourishes.
He casually took the jade slip in his hand.
The cloaked monk asked, "Where is he now?"
"Still under investigation."
The cloaked man seemed to be a little disappointed and shook his head.