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The old man looked at him with a slight smile on his face, and in his hand, he was also holding a primordial baby. Take a closer look, that Yuanying is the deer elder of Taiyi Dao Palace.

Now at the center of Elder Deer's eyebrows, a black silk thread burst out. This silk thread also didn't know what it was, faintly pointing to Dongfang Mo, and he didn't even know anything about it.

When Dongfang Mo noticed the sudden appearance of the old man's face, his breath suffocated.

Although the pupils of this person's eyes turned blue, he still instantly recognized that this old man was the old storyteller he had seen twice in Oxhorn City and the Netherworld Island.

As to the reason why this person suddenly appeared next to him, he immediately thought of the storage bag that he had hidden in the Thousand Chassis.

At the beginning, he learned from Guya's mouth that the owner of the storage bag was on the way to find it, but he didn't expect the owner of the storage bag to be the old storyteller. At the thought of this, his heart began to pound.

At this time, he finally knew why Gu Ya was pretending to be dead, this old storyteller must be a powerhouse in the Fugue Realm.

"Hey, hey, we're meeting again."

At this moment, the old storyteller grinned, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth.

"Gollum!"

Dongfang Mo swallowed, and a smile barely appeared on his face.

"Former ...... The seniors haven't seen each other for many days, so don't come unharmed. ”

"Hmm." Hearing this, the old man nodded approachably, and then looked at the bone tooth that fell to the ground:

"That fellow Daoist of the underworld, why is it like a mouse seeing a cat when he sees Xiao Lao'er, maybe he is still afraid that Xiao Lao'er will eat you."

"Whew!"

After his words fell, perhaps knowing that there was no way to avoid it, the two green flames in his eyes burned instantly, and then he floated up.

"Blue Devil!" I saw him look at the old man and mutter.

"Daoyou's eyes are like torches, and he can recognize the identity of the little old man at a glance, admire and admire." The old storyteller laughed.

"Humph!" Guya snorted coldly, and said no more.

"I'll nag Daoyou for a while, and now the little old man will get down to business first." The old storyteller didn't care about Gu Ya's attitude, and after speaking, he turned to look at Dongfang Mo Dao:

"The little Taoist really made the little old man look for it, if it weren't for the cause and effect line, maybe the little old man would have to pounce again."

"Cause and effect line?" Dongfang Mo was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously looked at the black silk thread that burst from Elder Lu's eyebrows and pointed at his body.

Immediately, he forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart and said, "Dare to ask the seniors what is the matter with finding Xiaodao." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, Xiao Lao'er is here to find a storage bag, it should be on the little Taoist." As the old storyteller spoke, he also glanced at the storage bag on Dongfang Mo's waist.

Dongfang Mo's heart jumped, and the next moment he gritted his teeth and took out a wooden box from his waist.

Elder Lu's Yuan Ying fell into the hands of this person, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, so it can be seen that this old storyteller is a ruthless person nine times out of ten. But now he has no other choice, if he doesn't pay, it will definitely be a dead end, and if he does, there may be a glimmer of life.

"Tut-tut...... Sure enough, it is a thousand chassis, if it weren't for the fact that there is still an old thing in my clan that is still imprisoned by the Gu Su family, it is really impossible for the little old man to recognize this thing. ”

The moment he saw the wooden box, the old storyteller was amazed.

Hearing the meaning of this person's words, Dongfang Mo's expression twitched, and then he still quietly turned his wrist and slapped at the wooden box.

In a few moments, the wooden box popped open, and he reached out and pulled out a black storage bag.

"Dare to ask the seniors what they are looking for, but this thing?"

After taking the storage bag out, he presented it to the old speaker and asked.

The moment he saw the storage bag in Dongfang Mo's hand, the blue light in the old storyteller's eyes soared, shining brightly around him. Even if Dongfang Motie's head was successful, under this turquoise light, a trace of dizziness still appeared in his mind.

"Wave!"

At the same time, Elder Lu's Yuan Ying was pinched and exploded by the old storyteller like a bubble, turning into pieces of blue light, and then these points of light penetrated into his nostrils as soon as he inhaled them.

In the next breath, Dongfang Mo only felt that his hand was light, and the storage bag was gone, and when he reappeared, it was already in the hands of the old storyteller.

Under the encouragement of the old saying calligraphy, only a few cracks were heard. Dongfang Mo's face suddenly turned pale, and he noticed that the seven or eight layers of prohibitions he had placed on the storage bag collapsed in an instant.

When only the last layer of the original prohibition was left in the storage bag, the old storyteller made a move.

His mana caressed through the layer of prohibition, as if he was feeling something.

The next moment, he grinned.

"It's it...... That's it, hahahaha...... You didn't expect it, this thing ended up on my poor mobile phone...... Hahahaha......"

At the end of the laugh, a hint of madness appeared on the old storyteller's face.

Dongfang Mo's brows furrowed when he saw this scene, but he didn't dare to move.

After a long while, the old storyteller laughed, and then looked at him with an unpredictable look on his face.

"Although you and I have had several encounters, but since you know that this thing is in the hands of Xiao Lao'er, then Xiao Lao'er really can't keep you. It's a shame to be ......."

"Huh!"

Before the old storyteller finished speaking, Dongfang Mo's figure flashed, and he appeared on the teleportation array, and in the next moment, a white light suddenly lit up on the teleportation array.

Seeing this scene, the old storyteller just waved his sleeves slightly.

"Whew!"

A hurricane is coming.

At the critical moment, Dongfang Mo raised his right fist, and the power of his mana and body was all agitated, and he punched towards the hurricane.

"Bang ......"

The moment the two touched, they saw a figure being thrown away fiercely, smashing on the cliff not far away, smashing the cliff wall into seven or eight cracks.

Then there was a muffled sound of "bang", and Dongfang Mo's body fell to the ground.

"Ahem...... Wow! ”

Under the violent cough, he opened his mouth and spurted out a large mouthful of hot blood.

Unexpectedly, he struck with all his might, and he was not the old storyteller. Thinking of this, he smiled bitterly in his heart.

He was able to kill the monks of the Foundation Building Period during the Qi Refining Period, the monks of the Condensing Dan Realm during the Foundation Building Period, and even the Monks of the Transformation Infant Realm when the Condensing Dan Realm joined forces with others.

The higher the cultivation, the greater the gap between the strengths, and between the Infant Transformation Realm and the Divine Journey Realm, it can be described as a "chasm".

Not to mention killing the enemy by leapfrogging, even if you escape, I'm afraid it's also a luxury.

But even so, it is impossible for him to be restrained. After standing up against the stone wall, he reached out and took out a broken blade and clamped it between his fingers. As soon as he opened his mouth and spit out, the natal stone was also suspended in front of him.

"The strength is among the monks of the same level, it can be regarded as the upper average, and the physical body is not bad." The old storyteller withdrew his palm at this time, stood with his hands in his hands, looked at Dongfang Mo and nodded as if evaluatively.

"Old man, what kind of ability is it to bully a junior."

At this moment, the bone teeth on the side suddenly spoke.

When his words fell, not only the old storyteller, but even Dongfang Mo glanced at this old in surprise. He couldn't have imagined that Guya, a man who was greedy for life and afraid of death, would stand up and speak for him. This is similar to his previous style.

"Oh? Do you mean it's okay to shoot at you. The old storyteller turned to look at the bones.

"You can try it and see if Grandpa Bone will be afraid of you." Guya said disapprehantly.

"Don't think that the little old man can't see that you have no mana, I really don't know where you got the confidence to shout with the little old man." The old storyteller chuckled.

"You little blue devil rabbit cub, Grandpa Bone even killed people in your sect back then, what are you to dare to talk to Grandpa Bone like this." Hearing this, Gu Ya scolded loudly.

As soon as he heard the word "Zongshang", the old storyteller looked like he was smiling, and suddenly sank, only to see a strange smile on his face.

His palms lifted up like lightning, without any fancy grabs.

"Bang!"

A turquoise blue palm condensed by mana instantly grasped the bone teeth in the palm of his hand, and then pinched it hard.

"Click......"

A crunch came from the palm of his hand.

"Although Lao Tzu has no mana, what can you do to me. Wow Ka ...... "The bones and teeth are copper and iron, unscathed under this pinch, and the mouth is even more arrogant.

"Since you are looking for death, then I will fulfill you first." The old storyteller looked grim, and then the power of his palm suddenly increased more than tenfold.

"Click...... Click......"

Just the slight tremor of his palm shattered the void around him, and black cracks appeared.

"Boom!"

But at this moment, a muffled thunder suddenly sounded from the sky, and then a thick dark cloud gathered above everyone's heads.

Yellow lightning swam through it, making a crackling sound, as if some doom was about to befall it.

For a moment, the old storyteller's movements paused, and he looked at the bones and teeth with a gloomy expression.

"It turned out that it was to let Xiao Lao'er use the power of the Divine Journey Realm, so as to attract the squeezing power of the Star Field Enchantment, and bombard the little Lao'er to death, Dao Friendly Calculation."

As his movements stopped, the terrifying coercion in the sky gradually dissipated.

But the dark clouds still froze, as if something was brewing.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo's pupils on the side shrank. I thought that the old scumbag was helping himself, but it turned out to be a premeditated plan to provoke the old storyteller, and it was as insidious as ever.

At this time, his mind turned, and a fierce flash flashed in his eyes.

"Whew!"

I saw that a blood-colored flame suddenly burned on his body, and then with a "boom", his figure was wrapped in blood-colored flames and broke into the air in the distance.

He didn't hesitate to cast the Blood Escape Technique.

"Did you run away?"

The old storyteller didn't even look back, his free left hand stretched out to Dongfang Mo and took a shot in the air.

"Shhh

A strong suction force came, and the next moment, the blood light that was already hundreds of zhang away was sucked by him, and then slammed Dongfang Mo's neck and lifted his body in the air.

Then, the old storyteller's arm shook.

"Poof!"

With a soft sound, the blood-colored flames burning on Dongfang Mo's body were directly extinguished, revealing his blood-colored face and his body with tiny beads of blood constantly bubbling from his pores.

At this time, Dongfang Mo was like a bloody bloody man.

"Hey, the power of the bloodline! It seems that you still have a bit of identity. ”

When Dongfang Mo's hot blood flowed from the palm of the old storyteller's hand, I only heard his somewhat surprised voice sound.

Then the old storyteller didn't care about Dongfang Mo's eyes that wanted to breathe fire, and he slapped his heavenly spirit.

Then Dongfang Mo felt a strong pulling force, erupting from the palm of the old storyteller, as if he was about to pull out his brain.

"Soul search!"

In just a moment, he realized what the old storyteller was doing to him.