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Chapter 318 My Master Is Very Awesome

"Who is your master?"

A cold and hoarse voice suddenly sounded from behind Tang Xuanming, like a saw cutting wood. The cold and hoarse voice made people feel goosebumps on their backs.

Tang Xuanming turned around suddenly. In the halls on both sides, a person whom he had judged to be a mummy suddenly stood upright and walked behind him without knowing when.

The cold breathing made the hairs on his hair explode.

"Sir, don't you breathe while walking?"

"Are all the old men around here dead? They won't be able to fake their corpses again later!"

Tang Xuanming jumped back slightly, widening the distance between him and the ancient god.

He looked panicked, but actually he felt relieved.

The ancient god came out from the front and did not attack him from behind, which shows that his previous words are still very effective.

This ancient god who was about to die believed his previous lies.

"They are all dead. I believe they won't fake their corpses."

The ancient god's words were hoarse and unpleasant, and his appearance was equally unattractive.

Perhaps he was one of the rare handsome men in the world back then, but when there was no way to resist the invasion of time, and after aging little by little from his peak years, he was no better looking than the other mummies in the hall.

The body is as skinny as a branch, as if it were a skeleton covered with a layer of skin. The hair on the top of the head is so sparse that there are only a few withered and dull hairs still standing stubbornly on it.

Wearing a temple-style robe, he looks more like a priest than an ancient god.

His body was stooped and bent, making him tremble when he walked. He looked like a human being who had reached the end of his life. His death at any time would not be a surprise, as long as he did not fake his body.

"Are you a Holy War Angel? Are you really a God-Emperor level figure? Aren't Holy War Angels pure and holy? How could it be like this? That bad old man deceived me again?"

The persona Tang Xuanming added to himself was that of an extremely extraordinary person, the descendant of the oldest old guy in the world. He knew a lot of secret information in the world, but he was still a newbie and looked easy to fool.

As for who is the oldest old guy?

He could be Dugu Baitian, the first taboo in ancient times, or he could be the demon lord who fights with hundreds of millions of gods and demons fighting against heaven and earth, or he could be any existence in the corner of his mind.

Anyway, as long as it doesn't appear, it will just be used as a background board behind it.

No expression could be seen through the ancient god's turbid eyes and skeleton-like face, but Tang Xuanming could feel the huge fluctuations in the ancient god's heart.

The mummy-like existence has been sizing him up.

Tang Xuanming acted very relaxed and didn't seem to be under any pressure. Even his heart didn't beat a little faster.

It was such a relaxed performance that put a lot of pressure on the ancient god. At the same time, he also believed that Tang Xuanming was really called here by a scary old guy.

"Who could it be? The top ancient god king in the Western Heaven Realm back then? But my relationship with them is not good, and I have heard news of their deaths over the years, so it shouldn't be them."

"My two brothers? No, it's impossible. My wife rushed to heaven and killed them. There are many doubts about whether they are still alive."

Various thoughts were swirling in the ancient god's mind, but when he sensed the fluctuation of the breath flowing in Tang Xuanming's body, his previous guesses were overturned.

"What flows in your body is true energy. I remember that none of my good friends back then seemed to be from the Eastern Heaven?"

Even though his aura was declining and it seemed that he was not even at the first level, which was a huge gap from Tang Xuanming who had reached the fifth level, the ancient god who made no secret of it naturally had an extraordinary temperament.

Facing Tang Xuanming, he did not fall behind at all, and even had a suppressive attitude.

This comes from his strength and his past experience.

Even if he has declined to such an extent, he is still confident of killing the strong men on this land with one blow.

It's just that it's hard for him to bear the price, and he may die as well.

"Who knows what that old man practices? He never told me about his identity or origin, but he would occasionally teach me something."

"By the way, would you like to help me?"

Tang Xuanming avoided answering. Seeing the ancient god fall into silence, he cursed secretly in his heart.

"Sure enough, such an old monster is not easy to fool. He cannot be fooled at all. I have said so much and leaked his identity information. He is still indifferent to his level of strength back then."

But Tang Xuanming was still confident. He continued to add weights and said, "My master said that I can pull out the Blood Angel's bloodline in your body, allowing you to return to the realm of the God Emperor and no longer be troubled like this."

"A strong person like you... like you should soar in the sky, like a dragon, instead of..."

"What?" The mummy suddenly appeared strangely in front of Tang Xuanming. A pair of cloudy eyes turned completely golden at that moment, revealing a terrifying majesty.

Behind his large robe, there were even two small dry wings sticking out straight out. No, they couldn't even be called wings. They looked like two dead branches, and they were almost completely integrated into his body. It looked like

There are two dead branches stuck behind the back, which is funny and ridiculous.

But Tang Xuanming didn't find it funny. He felt a pressure as heavy as the sea.

No matter how declining this old and immortal Holy War Angel is now, he was still a God-Emperor level powerhouse back then, and was one of the most powerful beings in the world before the heaven-level powerhouses returned.

Jihad Angel's gaffe made Tang Xuanming feel happy. Even though he was facing heavy pressure, Jihad Angel's actions showed that the old monster believed his words.

"My master said that you can be saved in this state. I can pull out the bloodline of the first vampire entangled in your body and still have the strength. You can go home to nurse your child in the future."

Tang Xuanming also deliberately used a strange and aging tone in the second half of his sentence. The ancient god undoubtedly understood that this was definitely Tang Xuanming repeating his master's words.

"Your master said so?"

The two wrinkles above the brow collided together, as if the land that had been dry for three years was facing another three years of drought. It became more and more miserable, and the entire forehead was covered with wrinkles.

The ancient god walked around in place twice, and the terrifying aura on his body disappeared little by little. His eyes were like lightning, and his eyes were not clear at all. Instead, they looked like an unfathomable pool of water.

"But your strength is only at the fifth level, which is considered good in the human world, but trying to shake the power of a former God-Emperor is tantamount to wishful thinking."

Although the ancient god directly criticized Tang Xuanming, he was still shocked.

His life has come to an end, but his grasp of the breath of life has also reached its peak.

It can be seen that the human race in front of him is extremely young. At his age, such achievements at this stage can be regarded as shocking.

"And it's not the kind of trickery used in the heaven. He has truly reached the fifth level through hard work on his own. Even including those hidden families, he can be regarded as one of the younger generations on this continent.

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