The next moment, Su Ping felt his body rotting and his strength was disappearing.

"What kind of power is this?"

Su Ping quickly used the small world to resist, but the reveal of the three small world was also rapidly eroded in this darkness, but the speed of erosion in the virtual world was relatively slow, which slightly resisted Su Ping for seven or eight seconds.

But this is obviously far from enough.

"Um?"

Just as Su Ping was thinking about whether he should give up, suddenly a slightly surprised voice came from the front.

Immediately afterwards, Su Ping saw the darkness in front of him, and suddenly it was pushed away, and a round arc appeared. In the arc, there was an old man with white hair and white beard, wearing a green robe and patches on it.

At this moment, the old man looked at Su Ping with a look of surprise. When he saw Su Ping's realm clearly, his eyes were even more surprised and he said in surprise: "A little devil who has not even arrived in the fairyland?"

He felt incredible that he actually saw such a strange little devil in this eighth heaven!

Not to mention the Heavenly Fairyland, even the Immortal King is considered a very powerful monster to come here.

"Boy, how did you come here?"

The old man couldn't help asking.

Su Ping didn't expect to meet someone else here. Seeing this old man's appearance, he was probably the supreme, or even stronger. He asked: "Who are you, the youngest elder of the Wentian Sect?"

"Elder? I am the head teacher." The old man said angrily.

He immediately looked at Su Ping's clothing, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's actually a disciple of the Wentian Sect? Strange, why have I never heard of such a little guy? Little kid, hurry up and say, how did you come here?"

"What else can you do if you fly over?"

Su Ping replied, feeling speechless. Unexpectedly, the old man in front of him was actually the headmaster, looking shabby and tattered patch robe. Is this the leader of the Wentian Sect?

"Stupid brat, why did you talk to me?" The old man said angrily. If he hadn't felt too surprised, he would have given Su Ping a scoop on the back of his head.

Su Ping gritted his teeth, but finally couldn't hold on. His body was on the verge of collapse and was about to burst.

When the old man saw Su Ping's painful appearance, he did not pursue him and confronted him. He stretched out his hand and a ray of golden light flew out, covering Su Ping.

Su Ping suddenly felt the force of exclusion around him disappear, and he felt a warm feeling. He looked at the old man and said, "Why are you helping me?"

"Nonsense, you are a disciple of my Wentian Sect. Of course, I can't see you die in front of me." The old man rolled his eyes, and could not see the pressure and temperament of the head of the sect. He glanced at Su Ping with a slanting glance: "You little devil, if I hadn't taken action, you would have died. If you were like this, how could you come here?"

"For the sake of your saving me, I forgive you for calling me a little devil. I have a name, my name is Su Ping." Su Ping said angrily.

"Hey!"

The old man seemed to hear something strange, and he blew his beard and glared: "Forgive me? Believe it or not, I will blow my breath and you will be wiped out and you will not even have the chance to be reincarnated."

"Don't believe it." Su Ping answered very quickly.

The old man couldn't help but feel suffocated and a little angry. He had never encountered such a strange little devil in his life, and he was not afraid of death. Is there really a problem with his brain?

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to see you like a little devil. Since you are a disciple of the Tianshi Sect, what are you doing here?" the old man asked.

"I want to go up to the nine heavens and see the fairy river." Su Ping also asked, "What are you doing here again?"
Chapter completed!