In the dark underground space, a man walked down the spiraling steps. Huge space, around the stone table, nine stone chairs.

The old man with white eyebrows and white beard is tall and has quiet and deep eyes. He had a steel staff on his club. Each step struck with a brilliant sound that reverberated within.

In the meeting hall belonging to Jiuwei, the old man was silent, without causing any defensive alarm from the shadow guard, from top to bottom, all by himself step by step.

The old man slowly circled around the stone table, his left hand, which did not hold the staff, occasionally brushing the glossy wall. Finally, he stood behind the main seat belonging to Shadow One, opened his mouth and took a deep breath, his chest bulging instantly. After a few seconds, the process continues. Like a greedy beast, it opened its bloody mouth wide and swallowed it endlessly. His chest and abdomen looked so exaggerated that the old man stopped inhaling when he wondered if it would just burst. The black pupils in the eyes disappeared, and in their place there were clouds and mist. Immediately after that, the veins and veins on his face emerged one after another, like intertwined old tree roots, hideous and terrifying.

Call......

The old man's breath was long, and with his breath, the previous changes converged little by little until they returned to normal. But there was a wisp of black in the last breath, as small as a hair, but real. The old man's gaze shrank, and his left hand met the black silk thread without touching, and was tucked together in the palm of his hand. He took a closer look, then waved his hand and scattered it.

Boom!

The staff struck the ground, and the sound of Jin Ge surrounded, one after the other, exactly the same time intervals. As he beat rhythmically, the firelight flickered, and the hall breathed.

Deep underground, directly below the hall, there is a cave, and the sound of percussion is also conveyed here.

Suddenly, the dark space lit up with two rays of light, a quiet color, with a touch of blood red in the middle. As you tap, more and more light appears. Under the light of each other, it was a giant python the size of a bucket that opened its eyes. If anyone were here, it would be as quiet as a cicada. The sound woke up these sleeping beasts one by one, and there were hundreds of pythons piled up here! They just opened their eyes, but they didn't even move their heads.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

There was a crisp sound on the ground, and it was heard that it had turned into a dull sound. I don't know when it seemed to be a distant voice moving along.

Bang...... Bang...... Bang!

Suddenly, the reverberation grew stronger, and soon overshadowed the original sound. At the same time, the sound of a small stream appearing. At this time, those giant pythons were collectively restless, twisting and struggling, but they didn't open their mouths, and the iconic spit letter was not seen, like a silent Shura field, which made people's scalps tingle. They were intertwined with each other, but they were all heading towards the periphery, and soon revealed the center of the coffin, where there was a pitch-black iron coffin.

As the python left, the echo became stronger, and the small stream turned into a rushing river, and all these sounds came from the coffin. It was at this moment that the tapping on the ground came to a halt for the first time. It took up to five seconds before the second sound fell, and from here, the rhythm of the old man's percussion changed completely, the interval was short, and the strength was stronger and weaker, and there was no regularity at all.

The sound in the coffin also changed at first, but the sound of the water was obviously chaotic, and for a moment it was like a river flowing backwards, making a ferocious collision, forming countless undercurrent whirlpools.

Bang!

The coffin shattered, all sounds disappeared, and it was as if only this corpse existed in this world. The body remained very intact, and I don't know what means were used, but it was still the same, and even the clothes on the body were not damaged in the slightest. Suddenly, a pair of dark eyes opened, somewhat similar to those of those pythons.

Quack!

The bone joints sounded, and the corpse actually moved, this time it drove the whole body, crackling like pouring copper beans into a pot, and the sound kept ringing. This is a middle-aged man, with a stiff face and a gray aura. His eyes seemed a little confused, and then anger. An eerie flame rose from his body, and the originally smooth skin quickly dimmed, decaying sharply at a speed visible to the naked eye, but his eyes became more and more agile, and the original snake eyes gradually faded.

When wrinkles covered his face, his figure was already more than ten centimeters shorter than before, and there was a look in his eyes. He looked around, and everywhere he looked, all the pythons stood still, bowing their heads, as if on a pilgrimage to the king. The old man looked up again and looked up. Looking through all obstacles, he looked directly at the old man above, but his brows furrowed.

The old man on the ground seemed to feel it, and slowly took a few steps back. After only a few seconds, there was a ripple of water, and then a foot stepped out of it, and finally walked out of the resurrected body underground.

"You're still alive!" The old man's eyes shrank, as if he could shoot out a light and face the strange corpse.

The corpse turned its head at an eerie angle, and there was a sound of some toothache bones rubbing, and as soon as it opened its mouth, it was a hoarse sound, as uncomfortable as rusty metal rubbing.

"To be alive is no different from dead...... But you, Englis, won't live for a few days...... Your flame has passed its prime......"

The words were staccato and like a man who had not spoken for a long time, but they expressed his meaning separately.

"So!" After a few words, the corpse's words gradually became coherent, but lifeless, "Why are you disturbing my deep sleep, are you impatient?" ”

A violent air force suddenly appeared, sweeping through Englis's robes with the sound of hunting. He held his staff in front of him, did not retreat, and his face was pale. This is just the momentum of the corpse casually, in fact, it is not deliberately attacked, it is already as powerful.

The storm suddenly disappeared without a trace, and the sudden turn of events caught people by surprise. The corpse nodded, and suddenly said:

"I see, this group of useless juniors has failed to become such a virtue, and people have no power to fight back when they hit the door."

"Humph! Rensa! Don't forget, these are your children. You are doing that bullshit that is not a ghost or a ghost, and you don't rely on your unsuccessful heirs to pay you tribute. ”

"Don't do this garbage, as long as I'm here, Peterson is there."

"But......" Peterson Lenza suddenly paused, his eyes fluttering at the old man in front of him, "that's also the garbage of my Peterson family, when will it be your turn to teach a lesson!" ”

This life was like a terrifying roar, and the absolute momentum rose up, surging towards Englis. At the same time, hundreds of long whips formed by black mist extended from his body, like those dark pythons in the depths of the earth, overwhelmingly attacking Englis.

And the old man, holding a staff in both hands, is like a reef in the rapids, tenacious and unyielding.