"Fellow Taoist reminds me of an old friend of mine." Ding Huan finally remembered this familiar feeling.

The hunchbacked monk guarding the city smiled and said in a faint tone: "You and I have no use to make a relationship. Wait and fill Daozehe."

Ding Huan was speechless. If he was really allowed to fill the river, he would be safe and sound.

I am afraid that I will not let him fill the river.

"My old friend is called Xing Jia, and he is also a good friend of mine now." Ding Huan spoke again.

The momentum of this guy is similar to that of Xing Jia's eyes that dominates all living beings.

It means that he and Xing Jia are the same type of people.

Xing Jia was once the Taoist ancestor. Of course, this was what Xing Jia said himself, and he didn’t know whether it was Ding Huan.

As for the Taoist Ancestor, he had also met Quan in addition to Xing Jia.

But Quan was just a clone, and he didn't feel the aura of looking down on the world.

"Do you know Xing Jia?" The hunchbacked man looked at Ding Huan in surprise.

Ding Huan nodded. He didn't say anything, and someone came over again.

After the hunchbacked man checked the scoreboard of the visitor, he sent people to enter the Northwest Tiancheng.

"I do know Xing Jia, and Xing Jia's body was restored by my help. Because of this, he became friends with me." Ding Huan said.

"You didn't lie to me." After hearing Ding Huan's words, the hunchbacked man nodded.

Xing Jia's body was smashed to pieces, and he saw it with his own eyes.

"My name is Ling Zhuzhen. Did Xing Jia mention me?" asked the hunchbacked man.

Ding Huan shook his head. Xing Jia had never mentioned Ling Zhuzhen in front of him.

"Haha..." Ling Zhuzhen smiled self-deprecatingly.

After a while, he said, "You don't have an identity card and hide quickly, otherwise you will die ugly."

Then I stopped talking.

Ding Huan's divine thoughts fell on Ling Zhuzhen. Has this guy's cultivation level been transformed into chaos?

Ding Huan knows the chaos.

This is because I have been in chaos for too long. The great way is annihilated by chaos, the sea of ​​consciousness and spiritual veins are also squeezed by chaos. In the end, my cultivation level is weakened and the great way is mottled and deteriorated.

In this way, this guy was hunched over and was squeezed by chaos.

Generally speaking, if you encounter this situation, you can only wait for death.

Ding Huan smiled: "Fellow Daoist Ling, if I was not wrong, you did not leave the universe after the arrival of the great universe.

Not only that, you also want to hide in chaos to avoid a large number of disasters in the universe, right?"

Only this explanation can explain Ling Zhuzhen's current situation.

Ling Zhuzhen glanced at Ding Huan again: "You guessed it right, how is Xing Jia recovering now?"

His tone was plain, but he was a little admired by Ding Huan.

After the disaster came, many people fled wildly.

Only he thinks that the chance of escaping is slim no matter how he escapes.

Under the greatest tribulation, the stronger the cultivation level, the greater the impact it will be.

He did the opposite and rushed into chaos.

It turns out that he wasn't completely wrong.

In the chaos, he saved his life.

Similarly, his avenue was also chaotic.

So when the chaos in the universe re-transformed into the Star Continent, he immediately established the Northbound Sky City.

At this time, he was the only one in the universe.

He plans to repair his own avenue in Beixing Tiancheng.

Unfortunately, his idea was good, but the result was cruel.

He had just built the Northbound Sky City, but was taken away by the strong.

I think Ling Zhuzhen was once a Taoist ancestor, and now he can only guard the city gate for others, and this city was built by him.

How ironic it is to build a Dao City with your own hands and then guard the gate of this Dao City?

He, the Taoist ancestor, lives less than a dog.
Chapter completed!