"Where are you going, Marshal?"

The two-foot figure crossing the hill was stopped.

He looked at the people blocking him through the Qi-Blood Iron Armor covering his face.

The demon blood between the eyebrows beats.

He knew the three people walking towards him. They were famous first-rate masters in the world.

It is said that at Mr. Yue's 100th birthday party half a year ago, these three brothers made a great show.

The leader defeated Mr. Yue and became famous in one fell swoop.

However, in Shou He's eyes, they are just local chickens and dogs, not worth mentioning.

Maybe he would have exchanged pleasantries in the past, but this time it was extremely urgent, and anyone who tried to stand in his way would die in his hands.

Therefore, the King Catcher, who turned a deaf ear to the situation, had no intention of stopping and continued to stride forward.

"kill!"

In an instant, three more bodies were left behind.

Shou He saw an old man smoking a cigarette.

He seemed to know this old man. After thinking about it carefully, wasn't he the man who hid behind the young man when the old god took action that day?

…

At first, Ghost Sage thought it was a magical power that affected his thinking.

Because his thoughts became very long.

Quite slow.

He soon discovered the difference. It was not that his mind was affected, but that his body was aging due to this magical power.

As people age, so do things.

Not only people and objects, but also a weapon and a cloud in the sky will age.

That kind of loneliness abandoned by time is frightening and unsettling.

In the end, there was nothing to do.

The word closest to old age is death.

"Is the Tao body magical?"

A few words came out from his pale lips.

The red-haired ghost saint guarding the entrance of the courtyard staggered.

The black air that covered his body turned into decayed dust and fell down, revealing a face that looked like the icy peaks of a distant mountain. He was so old at this moment that even his red hair was turning gray.

Cui Jianlu nodded slightly.

Admit it generously.

The Ghost Saint is still walking towards him.

The pace is extremely slow, but one step at a time.

With every step he took, his figure grew thinner.

He walked twenty-four steps in a row and stopped not far from Cui Jianlu.

call.

Let out a breath.

At this moment, the Ghost Saint is skinny and bones.

But strangely enough, this dry skin has never changed at all.

The Ghost Saint, who was holding up his fist, suddenly punched out.

Refining all dharmas reveals yin and yang.

Two Qi burst out.

The body that was as dry as firewood came back to life in a matter of seconds.

It's as if time goes back and the black and red light and shadow condense again.

The old man's teeth faded away and gave way to fangs, his old face turned into a peak of ice again, and even his gray hair turned into a waterfall of red hair draped over his shoulders.

The great millstone appears in the void.

It seems that it will never change due to other will.

Cui Jianlu asked in surprise: "What kind of magical power is this?"

"Immortal!"

"And, the rotation of yin and yang."

Cui Jianlu was facing a formidable enemy. Now he fully understood the terror of the Ghost Saint. This was a powerful weapon spirit with the ultimate Yin and Yang Dao, and the green grassy world was transformed.

At the same time, he had already pinched the seal in his hand: "The four seasons change, all things..."

The ghost sage twists and seals at the same time.

The two parties performed ancient magic as if in tacit agreement.

"Before crossing the river, hit the middle stream!"

"ban!"

"Ancient magic?!"

Cui was shocked when he saw the deer.

His ancient magic was canceled by unknown magic before it could be activated.

If you feel it carefully, it should not be eliminated.

It was because the magic was too fast and it preceded the enemy. In the middle of his execution, it was like a military charge, directly cutting off the ritual of his magic. This caused the magical power to be unable to be activated.

"good!"

Cui Jianlu roared: "No matter how secretive or magical powers are, they will be greatly reduced here, so let me crush you purely with my tactics!"

Godly acting tactics.

Ancient Immortal!

Wearing a purple gold crown and a purple robe.

Fist horizontally in front of you to form a boxing frame.

Cui Jianlu was like a divine general in the void, tearing apart the clouds blocking the way.

Under the evolution of tactics.

God is an immortal.

It really seems like a god has arrived, raising a long fist called the Galaxy to cleanse the world of filth.

However, this is a forbidden place after all, and more people cannot see the horror of this ancient immortal's battle method. Even if it is only a few courtyards away, the pilgrims in the front hall have not noticed it.

However, standing on the other side of Cui Jianlu was Ghost Saint, and he could clearly feel the power of Cui Jianlu's tactics.

boom!

The air trembled into ripples, detonating behind them and turning into wisps of smoke.

Cui Jianlu, whose fighting skills evolved, punched out.

Separated by two walls, Li Yuanqing was lying on the railing and his eyes widened.

As a prince, he had naturally seen warriors fighting, but in his opinion, such fighting was not unusual and was within the ordinary scope.

But this man in a purple robe is different. He doesn't look much stronger than those rumored first-rate warriors, but his attacks are completely different.

Every move seemed to contain some kind of terror.

It left an indelible impression on Li Yuanqing's young mind.

I'm afraid these are those great monks.

It seems that the strength that can be exerted is very limited, but in fact, every move implies the heaven and earth, and coerces the great road.

This made him worry about the young man wearing black light and shadow.

The monk with Purple Gold Crown is so powerful, will the young man who rescued him be his opponent?

His eyes fell over.

The red-haired monk who was supposed to be standing there disappeared without a trace.

boom!!!

The first thought of the pilgrims in the front yard was thunder.

But how can there be thunder in a perfectly clear sky?

Only the young man could see clearly that it was not thunder at all, but the action of two monks. The two people who made the action were like two balls of thunder and lightning falling from the sky.

Purple lightning and red lightning clashed.

A solid change of punch.

The two fisted each other and erupted with terrifying energy, forming a vacuum there.

Bang bang.

The purple thunder Cui Jianlu flew nearly ten feet away before landing.

He took two hard steps.
To be continued...