"This is the era of the old Taoist..."

The old voice was not filled with anger, but only a faint remembrance and a calm from the heart.

"Here, there are disciples of the old Taoist, old friends of the old Taoist, the Tao and inheritance of the old Taoist, and the traces and sustenance of my life..."

The old Taoist smiles:

"How lucky is the old Taoist compared to the sages who died in the years?"

“Happy?!”

The voice of Taoist in Blood-clothed became extremely cold, and his entire aura changed even more. The calm in an instant turned into surging waves that were almost destroying the world.

"You care about this ghost place that is not dead or alive, and you can almost be called the Infinite Purgatory, and it is called a lucky place?!"

Unbearable!

The old Taoist's calmness deeply hurt An Dao Ren. His eyes seemed to be burning with blood flames, and the murderous intent pouring out almost freezes the long street.

"A Dao Ren, you call yourself an immortal. In fact, do you know what an immortal is?"

The old Taoist shook his head slightly:

"In the past thousand years, the old Taoist tried several times to pull you out of the 'lost disaster'. Unfortunately, your obsession is too deep..."

"Obstinence?!"

The Dao Ren rudely interrupted the old Taoist's voice, and his voice was deep:

"In a thousand years, how many people become immortals? Maybe just one or two! I have this opportunity and luck. I should have become immortals and become ancestors in the upcoming 'The Tenth Tribulation of Yuanshi'!"

"It's you! It interrupted my fairy banquet, destroyed my flesh shell, and cut off half of my dark book! It's you who forced me to "get out of fire" and "lose me". Now, what good person are you here to be?!"

"well."

Faced with An Daoren's rage, Zhang Lai sighed rarely:

"Good guys are hard to do..."

"Old Zamao! You are extremely shameless!"

It was like a volcano that had been accumulated for thousands of years. The sudden blood color almost dyed the sky red. The strong and almost overflowing evil aura was presented to everyone so truly.

"So powerful?"

The sky was red and the cold was condensed, and the eyelids in the city blew wildly.

If a great master is enough to form an army and dominate the world, then the Martial Saint will be a certain way to fight all the enemy countries!

In addition to the current world, among the dozens of dynasties that have been forward for two thousand and six hundred years, the Martial Saint is a land god.

There may not be one person in one lifetime!

"Ten Du Immortals..."

With such a might, even if Yang Yu couldn't calm down, the momentum of the blood Taoist man in front of him was almost no less than that of Zhang Xuanba who had accumulated in the mountains.

That's Zhang Xuanba among all the troops!

Zhang Xuanba, who has achieved great military situation, is able to lead tens of thousands of troops to fight against two martial saints and win over with his first military saints!

"Your supernatural power is to live for death. You can seize the people who kill you when you are bound to die, and achieve a pathological immortality this time,

Holding the book of the underworld will allow you to exert this magical power to the extreme. Unfortunately, there is no magical power in this world that cannot be broken..."

Facing the shocking roar of his old opponent, Zhang Lai seemed calm and calm.

He looked at the world he had lived in for hundreds of years, and had been sticking to the illusion of thousands of years. He gently patted his chest and sighed:

"Xiao Lu, the ancestor is so sorry for you..."

Lu Qingting's voice came out in his chest:
Chapter completed!