Ji Laomo is quite afraid of the power of Tianbao Pavilion.
Speaking of taking action, it is naturally impossible.
Although he is the deputy leader of the Blood Sea God Sect, he also understands that if he conflicts with them, he will not gain any advantage at all.
And it will also create conflicts with Tianbao Pavilion.
Ji Laomo said: "I have no ill intentions towards Tianbao Pavilion, I just want to know who killed my child, Ji Zhenmo."
If he were to find the person who killed his child.
He would definitely have cramps and peeling off his skin, and he would be tortured severely.
"If you are looking for your son's murderer, you should leave the Tianbao Pavilion area to search for him. No one can do anything within the Tianbao Pavilion area. If you break the rules, you will be endlessly hunted by Tianbao Pavilion and will not stop." The old man said.
He has no expression, and his tone of voice when speaking is sinister, which makes people feel unfriendly.
Even a little impatient.
"So your son will not die in Tianbao Pavilion, but outside."
Several powerful people from Tianbao Pavilion have their eyes fixed on Ji Lao Mo. As long as the other party dares to make any changes, they will definitely pay a heavy price.
Ji Laomo was unwilling to give up and looked at the crowd below, "My son Ji Zhenmo, does anyone know who has a conflict with my son? I can give him benefits."
The monks in the city looked at each other.
Some don't even know what's going on.
But there must be a brave man behind a lot of money.
"I know that your son had a conflict with a stranger a few days ago. That person opened an eighth-grade spiritual grass. Your son wanted to take it from that person. Later, he left Tianbao Pavilion to hunt down that person.
." said an old man in the crowd.
Demon Ji said: "Who is he?"
The old man shook his head, "I don't know. He is unknown. No one knows his origin. But I only know that his name is Emperor Zhou. He once came to me to wash off the trace marks of the Blood Sea God Sect on his body. I thought it was the mark of the Blood Sea God Sect so I didn't dare to touch it."
The strong man from Tianbao Pavilion said: "The truth of the matter is clear. Your son left here to block and kill others to steal the treasure. In the end, he was killed by others. His strength is not as good as others, so he cannot blame others."
"Please leave here now."
Ji Laomo's face was extremely gloomy. He believed what the other party said, but as for obscurity, it was impossible. The treasure he gave his son was no match for ordinary monks. Who was it?
asshole!
How dare you cause me such huge losses? Damn it, you really deserve to die.
Lin Fan was lying on the window watching, muttering in his heart, it was so disappointing, why didn't they start a fight?
If there were a fight, it would be a good show.
Emperor Zhou.
It turns out that the person who prescribed the eighth-grade spiritual grass was called Emperor Zhou. It was a bit excessive to let someone take the blame. He was not killed in the first place. Come to think of it, young people can grow up faster if they bear some pressure.
He is willing to give up this pressure to the other party.
I hope Emperor Zhou can forge ahead bravely under this kind of pressure.
"Okay, in that case, I won't bother you." Ji Laomo said with his fists clasped. He did not want to quarrel with the masters of Tianbao Pavilion. At the same time, he kept the name 'Emperor Zhou' in his heart and vowed to find this kid.
The voice fell.
It turned into a stream of light and disappeared between heaven and earth.
Several old men floating in the air also escaped to a certain place in the city to continue suppressing this place.
"Tch! It's boring." Lin Fan muttered.
He also wanted to see the battle, but he didn't expect this to be all he had. It was really a pity.
…
After leaving Tianbao Pavilion, Ji Laomo was filled with hatred. Even if he didn't have any conflict with the strong men of Tianbao Pavilion, he still held a grudge against these guys in his heart.
If there is a chance in the future, I will take revenge.
His son can't be protected even if he stays here, he is simply a waste.
Sudden.
Ji Laomo saw a crazy old man below, running wildly on the ground, yelling, not knowing what he was talking about.
You could leave in the blink of an eye.
But now he is very upset and wants to vent his anger.
"You deserve your bad luck."
Ji Laomo's eyes were sharp, exuding murderous intent, and then he struck downwards with a fierce palm.
The giant hand made of magic power fell from the sky, landed directly on the ground with a roar, and severely suppressed the crazy old man.
"Bah! Tough luck for you."
Ji Lao Mo was in a slightly better mood. Perhaps only killing someone could make him feel better. But when he thought of the furnace he had worked so hard to cultivate for so long being killed by someone else, he became extremely angry.
Who do you want to talk to to reason about this matter?
Ji Lao Mo never thought that the other party could survive. With his angry palm, even the Void Realm monks had to flee.
Just when he was about to leave here.
A cry came.
"Wow! Wuwuwu...why are you hitting me?" I saw the crazy old man crying loudly, with tears and runny nose. His clothes were shabby and stained with dust. "You bad guy, I will fight with you."
Ji Lao Mo was stunned and looked down in disbelief.
How is it possible?
What's going on with this crazy old man?
And just when he was stunned for a moment, the crazy old man Feng Feng Huohuo appeared in front of him and slapped him. It seemed ordinary, but when he told Mo Lao Ji, he felt an extremely terrifying power burst out.
Bang!
Ji Laomo shook his figure, fell from the sky, and blasted through the ground.
"Fuck, where did this crazy old man come from? Such strength..."
Ji Laomo stood in the deep pit, his body flashed with demonic aura, and black light emerged. He directly received a palm, and his expression gradually became serious. This crazy old man's strength is not bad, and he is definitely a true fairyland cultivation.
But who is he?
Anyone who can achieve such a level of cultivation is definitely not an unknown person.
"Who are you?" Dark light condensed in the palm of Demon Ji's palm, and several magical powers and secret techniques were fused together, ready to seize the opportunity to give the opponent a heavy blow.
But even if he asked, it was useless. The crazy old man rushed towards him like a fool.
Ji Laomo put his palms behind his back, and at the moment when the opponent attacked, he roared and slapped him away with his palm.
"Go to hell."
The palm of his hand vibrated, and the shocking power burst out into a roaring demon.
Boom!
The crazy old man was hit, flew backwards, and hit the ground. The ground shook and cracks appeared.
"Haha, you don't overestimate your capabilities."
Ji Laomo was full of disdain and did not take the other party seriously at all. To him, such a crazy person simply had no combat experience. If he could be suppressed, a true fairyland strongman could be refined into a slave demon.
, not bad.
Just right after.
He found that the crazy old man was still standing there unharmed.
"It hurts so much. It hurts so much."
A large piece of the crazy old man's body was broken, exposing the bones inside, but the bones were not white, but golden.
Golden body?
Ji Laomo was horrified, as if he didn't expect that the other party actually had a golden bone.
This is something only immortals can possess.
soon.
I saw the flesh and blood on the damaged parts of the crazy old man moving, and then returned to their original state in the blink of an eye.
Ji Laomo was stunned for a moment as he watched.
"Very good. I didn't expect that I came out to avenge my son. Although I didn't find the murderer, I met you, a crazy old man, on the way back. I turned you into a slave demon. My strength will be even closer."
Ji Laomo was overjoyed. He had discovered that the other party was insane and very different from ordinary people. Facing such a being, everything would be much easier to handle.
At this time, the crazy old man was shouting and attacking towards Old Mo Ji. For Ji Lao Mo, it was only time to capture this old man.
"I'm going to hit you with something."
The words just fell.
A blood pool appeared in the hand of the crazy old man. The blood in it had dried up, but the moment the blood pool appeared, red light covered tens of thousands of miles.
"What kind of treasure is this?"
Ji Laomo was shocked. When the other party took out the treasure, he felt his heart beating violently.
The crazy old man picked up the blood pool and smashed it on Ji Laomo's head.
Ji Lao Mo screamed and heard a bang, his head was hit hard, and his whole head seemed to be split. His soul trembled violently, as if he was about to fly away.
Poof!
After suffering such a heavy blow, Ji Laomo vomited blood and the black light covering his body dimmed.
"What a terrifying weapon this is, how can it be so terrifying?" Ji Laomo screamed in confusion. He had a Taoist weapon to protect him, but just now the Taoist weapon couldn't withstand a seemingly simple hit. The hit made him nervous and his head was even more.
Cracking cracks.
escape!
He quickly fled into the distance. He thought he was sure of capturing this crazy old man, but he didn't expect that the other party looked crazy, but his tactics were very cunning.
The crazy old man picked up a pool of blood and hit Mr. Ji on the back.
Bang!
Ji Laomo's back exploded, blood spurted out wildly, the mana in his body went riot, and the condensed immortal law directly collapsed.
He was terrified in his heart, what a treasure this was, and it actually hurt his foundation.
Just when he was thinking about these things.
The pool of blood fell again and again.
Ji Laomo was directly hit to the ground, his face was very pale, crawling in the deep pit, when he saw the crazy old man attacking, he immediately raised his hand and said:
"Spare my life."
If the opponent is allowed to continue to smash like this, his life will not be saved and he will die miserably.
But he knew that the other party would never stop.
But the reality is that the crazy old man really stopped.
"How dare you bully me?" the crazy old man yelled, like a child who was bullied. Finally, he burst out with great strength and beat all the people who bullied him until they begged for mercy.
Ji Laomo waved his hands hastily, "I don't dare, I really don't dare anymore."
The crazy old man put away the blood pool and said, "If you dare to bully me again, I will beat you up."
Then he jumped up and down happily and left.
"Who is he?"
Ji Laomo looked at the retreating figure in shock, and searched through all the people he knew in his mind, but it was difficult to find someone similar to him.
And when the opponent takes out the blood pool.
He found that the blood pool exuded the aura of vicissitudes of life, it was definitely not an ordinary thing, and it might even be an existence that transcended Taoism.
But think about it, it’s impossible.
Unable to figure it out, and unwilling to think about it, Ji Laomo dragged his seriously injured body away from here.
He felt very wronged.
Don’t talk about the loss of a son.
I encountered such a situation halfway, and the injury required at least a long period of rest to recover.