"this……"

"The old Taoist is not crazy. From the beginning to the end, the old Taoist has never been crazy! In everything, there must be a charter. Now, killing the old Taoist monk is the charter of the old Taoist! This is a battle for the great Taoist. Old friends, it is better not to persuade him!"

The old Taoist Minghong's voice became colder and more solemn. He stared at the depths of the abyss coldly, and the mad breath soared into the sky without any decline.

Obviously, if that person wants to take action, today will be the battle between the two of them.

Even if it is an old friend of the past, I am afraid that today I will have to divide my life and death.

The people in the depths of the abyss fell into silence. After a while, a very complex sigh sound came from.

Accompanied by this sigh, Old Taoist Minghong suddenly turned his head, his sharp eyes surrounded the void, and his crazy divine thoughts turned into a storm of souls. For a moment, he actually isolated all the souls of the cultivators in the Yang world who looked here.

It has never completely blocked the eyes of all the cultivators in the world.

But many people can no longer see it clearly, as if they are looking at the flowers in the fog.

Because of this soul storm, all the cultivators in the Yang world were unable to keenly capture the fluctuations of the divine thoughts of the old Taoist Minghong.

For a time, all the cultivation tools in the Yang world became suspicious.

What is Master Minghong doing?

Some top powers felt the connection of his divine thoughts.

With whom?

Is there a mysterious existence under the Great Abyss?

What did they talk about again?

No one knows.

In silence, all the cultivators in the Yang world could only sense the surging aura in the depths of the abyss, and began to undergo drastic changes.

The light of Tao and Dharma burst out from the depths of the abyss that could not be seen directly.

At the same time, the divine thought of the old Taoist Minghong covering the sky and the sun faded away like a tide.

They seemed to have reached some kind of reconciliation.

In many corners of the world, many old powerful people were secretly relieved when they observed such a scene.

That person has been enlightened for a long time, and even they are the juniors of that person.

I have never seen it, but on the long road of cultivation, I have heard many rumors about that person.

He was a nostalgic person, a kind old man, a good man who used his immeasurable good deeds to gather great power of merit in the past.

Mr. Qinghe.

People in the world respect it, so they do not call themselves powerful, but call themselves Mr.

As early as the last era, people thought that Mr. Qinghe had ascended to leave, and even sculpted a golden statue in his temple in his past to express their memorial service.

Who would have expected that this person would still survive until now in this way?

Fortunately, it was him.

I think this person will definitely continue the luck of the old powerful people in the world and stop Minghong's killing.

Almost all old Taoist monks think so.

Accompanied by the tremor of the earth.

In the abyss, a hazy and vague figure gradually appeared.

At the same time, Mr. Qinghe's old voice came from the depths of the abyss, like a brilliant divine sound, surging through the sky.

"The emperor was born to me in the world,

Wasting the scenery and confusing the world.

The wings sometimes fly thousands of miles.

You must also fly over Jiuchong Mountain.”

The voice was full of vicissitudes, and there seemed to be a little helplessness.

The divine light of the sky slowly dissipated.

The Great Abyss Bridges.

Even the sound of the wind seemed to be silent because of this figure.

Half-hanging in the air, an old figure suddenly appeared in front of the old Taoist Minghong.

No one could see clearly. At that moment, how Dayuan disappeared, and no one could see clearly how Mr. Qinghe suddenly appeared in the sun.

The old man was wearing a somewhat shabby Confucian robe, with white hair and beard, his eyes flashed with deep divine light, and he looked at the old Taoist Minghong in this way.

After a moment.

Mr. Qinghe sighed.

He waved his hand gently, and the barrier of void beside him shattered.

The next moment, Mr. Qinghe took one step forward and stepped into the void.

The misty spiritual clouds dissipated instantly.

Ling Yunzi's figure appeared beside Mr. Qinghe.

I haven't appeared in the sun for a long time, but everyone can feel the changes of Ling Yunzi.

He became stronger, and he had a faint aura that was similar to that of the old Taoist Minghong.

But the appearance has also changed, and he is no longer a teenager.

Those three snaps of fingers finally left deep marks on his face.

No one knew that during those three snaps of fingers, Ling Yunzi took a few steps on the road to immortality.

At this moment, he stood beside Mr. Qinghe, looking at the old powerful people who survived in the void.

The human body is broken and eternal and flawed, and even the vitality is gone. Although he is alive at this moment, he has fainted and lost his mind.

But even though someone's clothes were stained with blood, he used the taboo Taoist technique and was still awake. Now he looked at the old man who suddenly appeared in surprise.

"Mr. Qinghe? Save me!"

The old man said nothing, just turned his head and looked at Ling Yunzi.

"You and Minghong, it's better not to lie to me."

Ling Yunzi bowed his hand.

"Don't dare!"

After the words were finished, the old man did not look at those old powerful people.

In full view of everyone, the old man waved his palm.

boom--!

Thousand miles of void, the sound of the sound is broken!

Even the old powerful people who had struggled before had completely lost their vitality.

Mr. Qinghe's eyes faintly burst into blood.

The old voice trembled again.
Chapter completed!