Chapter 533: Impermanence in White Clothes

This strange man who came suddenly was terrifying, not only was he extremely tall and terrifying-looking, but he could also let out a ghostly wail in his throat. The people present, whether it was Han Bing, Master Divine Turtle, or the villagers of Jinyin Village here, none of them had seen this person before, nor did they know this person's name, let alone know the origin of this person. This man seemed to have suddenly emerged from the ground, too suddenly, too strangely.

Han Bing settled down and smiled: "Who is Your Excellency? Can you tell me your name and surname?"

The man in white in the top hat let out another strange laugh in his throat: "I can tell you the name, but you have to keep your head." ”

Han Bing sneered: "Okay, it's not too late for you to report your name and surname first, and then take my head." ”

"The white-clothed impermanence of the Netherworld Flame Realm!" the white-clothed man in the top hat laughed strangely: "The white-clothed impermanence, don't pay it back!"

The white-clothed impermanence spoke, his long sleeves shook, and a pair of snow-white and dry hands and claws with a fierce wind sound, grabbed the icy door like lightning.

With a "teleportation", the cold ice flashed to the side, gently dissolving the impermanence of the white clothes.

The white-clothed impermanence glanced at Han Bing, with a surprised expression on his face, his grasp was extremely powerful, and ordinary people didn't have time to dodge. But he found that the one-armed young man in front of him not only easily defused his sharp move, but also had time to set up an offensive posture.

After this move, Han Bing's mood suddenly relaxed, this menacing white-clothed impermanence, although his appearance was very weird, but his spiritual power cultivation had just reached the third level of the Venerable Spirit Realm. Han Bing's spiritual power cultivation has reached the seventh level of the Venerable Spirit Realm, and the spiritual power cultivation of the white clothes is the third level of the Venerable Spirit Realm. Although the spiritual power cultivation of the two of them was in the Venerable Spirit Realm, Han Bing's spiritual power cultivation was four small levels higher than that of the white-clothed impermanence. Don't underestimate these four sub-levels, in the actual combat duel, the speed, strength, endurance and other aspects of the two sides are divided into high and low. Therefore, if you only talk about spiritual cultivation, the white clothes are impermanent, and it is obvious that you are at a disadvantage.

The white-clothed impermanence was stunned: "You are really ...... The ice of the Great Chu Empire?"

Han Bing smiled: "Not bad!"

The white-clothed impermanence looked at Han Bing with a puzzled expression, and then looked Han Bing up and down several times.

Han Bing sneered: "The Great Chu Empire and the Netherworld Xuanlie Realm, there is no injustice and no hatred, I don't know why Your Excellency is embarrassed by Han Bing?"

The white-clothed impermanence sneered: "The gold and silver treasures have been owned by the Netherworld Spirits, and you dare to trespass without permission!" he said this, glanced at Han Bing, and then glared fiercely at the Divine Turtle Master who was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The Divine Turtle Master, who had been sitting quietly on the side, suddenly spoke: "Who said that the gold and silver treasures belong to the Netherworld Spirits?"

The white-clothed impermanence glared at the Divine Turtle Master fiercely, and said in a strange manner: "If I guessed correctly, you are the old turtle in Tushan on the outskirts of Zhao Jingcheng." ”

Master Divine Turtle said lightly: "Exactly!"

The white-clothed impermanence sneered: "In the Demon Continent, you used to be known as the world's gods, and the people who asked you for divination went to the sea, but I didn't expect that you didn't earn money, but you followed your apprentice Han Bing to eat fart." If your master doesn't do it, be a subordinate, people like you, I'm afraid it's hard to find people all over the world. The white-clothed Impermanence sneered.

Master Turtle listened calmly, he wasn't angry, excited, or dismissive, and you couldn't see any mood swings on his face.

The white-clothed Impermanence looked at the Turtle Master, his white eyes spinning rapidly.

Master Turtle didn't seem to see it, he still sat cross-legged on the ground without moving.

The white-clothed Impermanence glared at the Divine Turtle Master, and snorted angrily: "I'll tell you again, the gold and silver treasures here are all owned by the Netherworld Spirits, if you know what's interesting, then leave quickly." If you're late, I'm afraid it's too late. ”

The Divine Turtle Master sneered: "I also want to tell you that the gold and silver treasures here have nothing to do with the Netherworld Mystery Realm, and its true owner is the Flood Desolate Golden Dragon!"

The white-clothed impermanence sneered: "You are an ordinary old turtle, and you actually use the golden dragon of the Flood Desolation Realm to scare me." As he spoke, he abandoned the ice and rushed towards the Turtle Master. He could already see clearly that the Turtle Master's legs were crippled and he was seriously injured. He was still confident in dealing with an old turtle with his legs ruined and seriously injured.

The white-clothed Impermanence rushed in front of the Divine Turtle Master, and his pair of dry claws slammed into the Heavenly Spirit Cover of the Divine Turtle Master. He strikes fiercely and leaves no room for error. He wants to knock on the mountain and shock the tiger, kill the chicken and scare the monkey! Kill an old turtle first, so that Han Bing also knows how impermanent he is in white clothes.

The wishful thinking of the impermanence in white clothes played quite well, but unfortunately, he didn't know that the killer weapon in the arms of the Divine Turtle Master.

The headless corpse of the golden giant was still lying on the side, and the white-clothed impermanence didn't even look at it, and he didn't care about the lives of others at all. But if he knew that the headless corpse on the ground was the masterpiece of the Divine Turtle Master, he would definitely not act rashly.

It's a pity that when the golden giant died, the impermanence in white had not yet come.

The current impermanence in white clothes is undoubtedly following the old path of the golden giant.

The old road of the golden giant is also a dead end!

The white-clothed impermanence's withered claws had already grabbed the Divine Turtle Master's Heavenly Spirit Gai like lightning.

Master Turtle was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, with no intention of fighting back.

The sharp claws of the white-clothed impermanence had been caught in the air.

The moment the sharp claws of the white-clothed impermanence touched the Divine Turtle Master Heavenly Spirit Gai, a bright flash cut through the middle of the white-clothed impermanence's arms.

Blood splattered!

It's not the blood of the Divine Turtle Master, it's the blood of the impermanence of the white clothes!

The two arms of the white-clothed impermanence were broken off at the shoulders.

Two bloody arms fell to the ground, and the white-clothed impermanence had not yet reacted.

The white-clothed Impermanence stared at a pair of frightened eyes, he trembled all over, and after a while, he fled with a scream. He didn't feel the pain, his fear had completely overshadowed it.

When he came, he was full of confidence, but when he fled, he was embarrassed! He lost both arms, but what broke him more than the loss of his arms was that until now, he didn't know how the old turtle cut off his arms.

This thing is too bizarre, too terrifying, and too incredible!

The white-clothed impermanence ran wildly until he bumped into a man! The man stood silently in the darkness, silent, as if he had become one with the darkness.

"It wasn't the old turtle that unloaded your arms, but the golden dragon in the old turtle's arms!" In the darkness, a cold voice shook the eardrums of the white-clothed impermanence.

With his eyes wide open and trembling, he lowered his head and said in a trembling voice: "My subordinates are too reckless...... That's why we suffered a tragedy...... Could it be that there really is a golden dragon here?"

"The golden light in the old turtle's arms is a heritage site of the Flood Desolation Golden Dragon, the real Flood Desolation Golden Dragon, no one knows where it is?"

(End of chapter)