Chapter 540 Old Crazy Man

The place on Zhuo Peak became lively again. .

It is even more lively than the lively brought by the Dugu girl after she arrived.

The emergence of Zhuofeng’s heritage is a big thing that shocked the world. Even the sect leader of Taixuan Sect came in person.

Many disciples even requested to join Zhuo Peak.

Taixuan Sect has rules. If you join other main peaks, you will have the opportunity to re-choose inheritance. However, once you join Zhuofeng, it cannot be changed. This has been done since ancient times, which indirectly illustrates the strangeness of Zhuofeng.

The old man Li Ruoyu has now achieved success in his understanding, but he does not have the temperament of extraordinaryness or elegant charm, and he is just like an ordinary rural old man.

However, some elders from other main peaks were very polite. These older generations had their eyes as lightning as lightning and could not see through Li Ruoyu, so they naturally knew that their realm was unfathomable.

In everyone's opinion, the rise of Zhuofeng is a foregone conclusion.

"We are here to send disciples. The peak master has orders, and I have to give up my love."

Some elders felt very uncomfortable.

"In fact, there is no need to be like this." Li Ruoyu did not have the temperament of a master of Taoism and said: "Everyone has his own different Tao, and the Tao of Zhuofeng may not be suitable for them."

"The head teacher also said that he just chose disciples, and everything was voluntary."

Another old elder nodded.

"We sincerely wish to join Zhuofeng." Many disciples were very clever, shouted loudly, and knelt forward.

They really want to join.

One is the inheritance of Zhuofeng has been opened, and the other is also because of the beautiful junior sister.

No, now it should be the senior sister...

According to Zhu Feng’s rules, that beautiful girl is Zhu Feng’s senior sister!

Many young men respectfully worshiped their master, and they surrounded the Dugu girl like stars arching the moon, showing their great sincerity.

For a moment, the girl was in the limelight.

However, not long after, someone came in a hurry and invited the head of Taixuan Sect and Li Ruoyu, the leader of Zhuo Peak, to come out of the mountain, and the other 107 famous people of Taixuan Sect, to rush to the distance together.

"what happened?"

In Taixuan Sect, many disciples were talking about it. It has not been seen in many years that the head and the Supreme Elder went out at the same time.

It was not until a day later that news came that a crazy old man appeared in the territory of Wei, suspected to be a peerless master six thousand years ago.

This news shocked dozens of countries around, the Ji family, Yaoguang Holy Land, and Taixuan Gate, all the top strong men came out to pursue them.

"It turned out to be a powerful man from the past. He has lived for more than 6,000 years and still exists in this world. It's incredible!"

"How can a person live for six thousand years? It's simply a living history book. It's a miracle after experiencing various eras of darkness or light."

Many people are talking about it in Taixuan Sect.

When the Dugu girl heard the news, her eyes flashed with inspiration, and she suddenly knew who this person was.

That was an old lunatic who had survived for more than 6,000 years.

Six thousand years ago, the Tianxuan Holy Land was extremely prosperous. It used the power of the entire sect to attack the ancient holy land, but it was gone forever and was removed from the world.

This is also reasonable. The ancient holy land is the empress. Tianxuan holy land actually launched an attack, so she was looking for death!

Of course, Tianxuan Holy Land is not dead yet, and the old madman is a survivor.

People from the outside world want to know what level the old madman has reached now and how far he is from immortals, and they all want to listen to the teachings.

Especially for the transcendent forces such as the Ji family and the Yaoguang Holy Land, the Supreme Elders in the sect want to talk to such a world-class figure. Such an existence comparable to living fossils is more attractive to the great figures of the world than several ancient scriptures in the East Wilderness.

On the third day, another news came.

"Crazy, that powerful man is completely crazy. No one can talk to him, and he cries and laughs, and cannot communicate."

"It's so scary. Many celebrities were suffocated by his sleeves, and no one could get close to them. Six thousand years ago, it was earth-shaking, and now it is impossible to guess its strength."

"It disappeared, and after only a few steps, the endless mountains, rivers and earth were left behind and left Wei Realm directly. No one could keep up with his footwork, and he could not see his back even if he flew to the sky and escaped."

"What level has the mad old man reached? Logically speaking, living for six thousand years is simply a miracle. It is really unreasonable to become an immortal. I am afraid that even the Eastern Wilderness Divine Body cannot live for so long."

"If you don't become an immortal, you will be crazy. Maybe he is like this."

Some people murmured.

"Old madman, the secret of the word "showing" seems to be of little use to me."

The sunset was setting, and the sunset dyed most of the sky red. Dao Ren Lu stood on the top of Zhuo Peak, looking at an extremely desolate mountain in Taixuanmen.

Here we are overgrown with weeds and withered vines everywhere.

On a large bluestone facing the west on the mountain, an old man with white hair was lying on his side, facing the sunset.

He was ragged and looked very old, not like the costumes of this era at all, muttering something in his mouth, and his turbid old eyes were covered with two lines of tears.

It's the old lunatic.

"The ancient holy land is the territory of the empress. If you siege the siege, why is it the empress's opponent? Now that you have ended up like this."

Daoren Lu thought to himself, "But now the human race is weak, and there are not many saints. Finally, there is a decent one, but still crazy. I will help you and eliminate your obsession."

Daoren Lu continued to speak.

His eyes looked at the old madman.

Under the blood-colored setting sun, withered vines surround the bluestone, and the forest and birds return to their nests, which is desolate. The old madman lies on the big bluestone. Facing the sunset, the old eyes have infinite attachment and sad expressions. The two lines of tears seem particularly eye-catching on the old face.

"That year, the sunset was like blood, and the sky was crying. That day, all things withered, and the sky was dead..."

The old madman lived so old, but he kept crying, and his old eyes were as if they were turbid.

Suddenly, the setting sun completely disappeared and sank to the mountain peaks.

Just as the blood-colored setting sun disappeared, two rays of sun-snatching light suddenly shot out from the old madman's eyes, which penetrated the void in an instant, and his sadness faded away, and he sat up suddenly.

He seemed to have changed into a person, like a peerless sword, showing its sharpness, leaving the mountains silent, and all the birds and beasts were trembling.

Six thousand years ago, the Tianxuan Holy Land was extremely prosperous and there were many elites. They used the power of the entire sect to attack the ancient holy land, seeking the path to becoming an immortal, but they did not expect that it would be a dead end, and the Tianxuan Holy Land was removed from the world.

Nowadays, the world has changed and the world is vast and the only one old madman is left.

The former relatives and friends have become endless corpses.

The beautiful and noble Saint of Tianxuan also became a slave under the ancient holy land.

How could it be so miserable?

The old madman suddenly hugged his head and howled in pain, like a lonely wolf crying.

"Hahaha……"

Finally, he burst into laughter again, as if he was crazy. If he didn't become an immortal, he would become crazy!

He cried and laughed, making people feel pitiful and lamentable.

"I have collected the corpses from the ancient holy land, and the empress probably won't hit me."

Daoren Lu looked at this scene and stretched out his hand. On the mountain of the ancient holy land tens of thousands of miles away, countless white bones surged and fell into a grain of dust.

The wind blew from the ancient holy land and blew in front of the old madman in Taixuan Gate. It gradually became bigger and became like a crystal ball.

The crystal ball also reflects the appearance of the Saint of Tianxuan.

But there is no Saint of Tianxuan.

This is just a shadow.

Saint Tianxuan is now the empress, and another wasteland slave. It is best to stay in the ancient holy land.

However, Daoren Lu felt that there should be no problem with taking those bones with them.

He took it.

The old madman suddenly burst into tears.

In this crystal ball, his senior brother and junior brother buried is his closest person!

"Ho ho!"

The old madman let out a dull low roar, as if it was filled with incomparable pain. Finally, two dazzling lights shot out from his eyes, and the word "Tao" was engraved in the sky.

Then, he stood with his head held high, and his hands slowly and vigorously stroked. A clanging sound was heard on the crystal ball, and he engraved the word "Xian" on the crystal ball.

Glorious!

The word "媚" seems to have strange magic power, dimming all the bones in the pattern, and in the end it seems that there is only one "媚" left.

The word "Xian" has endless Taoist rhyme, giving people the feeling that the Tao is boundless and the Tao follows nature.

The old madman stretched out his finger and pointed it on his forehead.

The crystal ball turned into a mark and rushed into his head, with various expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness on his face.

"Clang"!
To be continued...