On the ruins of an old city in some sprawling glorious era, there is a new city.

Towering buildings with half-peeled buildings, overgrown asphalt roads, and cars with their contours wrapped in creeping plants, people here use what remains of the ruins as the cornerstone to build new cities, high-rise buildings become watchtowers, residential buildings become fortresses against monsters, and shopping malls become places where people gather.

At this moment, a figure passed by in the sky, it was a middle-aged man in dark blue silk clothes, he was walking in the air at a height of hundreds of meters above the ground, and his two deep eyes were as sharp as eagles.

Suddenly, he stopped in the air, and then fell freely to the ground, and just as he was about to approach the ground, a gust of wind rose from the ground, causing the middle-aged man to fall steadily to the ground.

The place where he landed was a small park square, which was very dilapidated, but the weeds and broken tiles had been treated to make it look at least tidy. In front of the square, there is a three-storey house, which is different from the centuries-old buildings in the ruined city, obviously newly built or newly renovated, and the paint on the walls is new and there is no trace of age.

What's more, the house is designed in style, it uses a lot of logs and bamboo, and the terrace on the second floor is full of all kinds of potted plants, making this three-story house very antique, like the small building of the ancient rich and noble.

The middle-aged man approached the small building, and there was a young woman standing at the door of the small building, and when she saw the middle-aged man coming, she immediately lowered her head deeply, and shouted in a respectful tone: "Senior brother!"

The middle-aged man known as Senior Brother nodded and asked, "Master, is it okay lately?"

The young woman raised her head, her face showed a bitter color, she shook her head and said, "Master failed to break through again, and almost turned into starlight and returned to the Infinite Sky Realm, but fortunately, it was prepared in advance that he reunited his body. This is the third time, and Master is in a very bad mood and very unstable. ”

After hearing this, the middle-aged man's expression did not change much, he just sighed lightly, then reached out and patted the young woman's shoulder, and said, "It's hard work." Then, he took off his shoes outside the door of the small building and strode into the small building.

The still life scenery in the small building is very different. There are indoor rockeries, small lakes, log tea tables, faint incense, and cold handmade straw mats on the ground. If Qi Wanli was allowed to come here to take a look, he would definitely think that he had come to the resort of a wealthy man of his time.

The middle-aged man did not stop on the first floor, he went directly to the third floor and walked to the terrace on the third floor.

The terrace here hangs silk curtains as thin as cicada's wings, which gently touch with the breeze. On the straw mat on the ground of the terrace, a man lay on his side, with his back to the staircase, his body was lying on his back, making a faint snoring sound, and he was sleeping soundly.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man sat quietly on his knees and sat upright, without making a sound.

After about half an hour, the man lying on his side sat up slowly, stretched, and turned around. It was a small old man, who looked to be less than a meter and a half tall, with layers of wrinkles on his face and eyebrows long enough to cover his eyes. He coughed lightly twice and said to the middle-aged man, "Qionghan, you are injured. ”

The middle-aged man named Qionghan nodded and admitted, "Yes, the apprentice was seriously injured, his divine power was weakened, and he regressed a great realm. ”

The little old man coughed twice, then stretched out his right hand and wiped the droplets from the corners of his mouth nonchalantly. His right hand, which poked out of his sleeve, was not flesh-colored, but a deep, light, transparent blue-black, covered with sparkling light, as if his entire arm had turned into a starry sky.

The corner of the firmament's eyes jumped, revealing a sad look.

"You're not here to cry for the old man. The little old man said coldly.

"Master, the apprentice is wrong. Qiong Han lowered his head and continued, "The apprentice came today to tell Master that the White Dragon King is about to appear. ”

The little old man's wrinkled face could not see any expression, he stretched out his strange right hand, touched the ground, touched a cigarette, and put it into his mouth, and rubbed his fingertips lightly, and there was no fire jumping, and the cigarette was lit.

"You encountered the White Dragon King? No way, then you can't come back alive. The little old man took a puff of his cigarette and sneered.

"Master is wise. The dome man raised his head, took a deep breath, and said in a voice as cold as ice, "Disciple...... I just met a child of the White Dragon King, but that little white dragon also had the strength of the seventh order or above, and he was defeated and seriously injured. As he spoke, he seemed to remember the terrifying scene when he fought with the little white dragon, and he couldn't help but shudder.

The little old man was silent for a while, and his long eyebrows suddenly raised, revealing his eyes. His eyes, like his right hand, had long since lost their original appearance, and the position of his pupils and the whites of his eyes were all the color and appearance of the starry sky.

"Of the five children of the White Dragon King, four of them were killed by us old immortals, and only this one remains, and now that the little white dragon is about to become an adult, our last chance has appeared!hahahaha!" the little old man muttered to himself, letting out a hoarse and ugly laugh, and spit everywhere.

The dome man still sat on his knees, his head bowed, as quiet as ever.

Suddenly, the little old man restrained his laughter, his eyebrows covered the starlight's eyes again, his face turned to the direction of the dome, and said coldly: "After studying with me for so many years, even a little white dragon can't beat it, waste." ”

Without waiting for the dome man to answer, the little old man said, "You go and do two things. First, take two divine relics and ask Li Chengkong to help us see where the White Dragon King is, and then try our best to hold the White Dragon King for an hour when we need it; ”

Qionghan nodded yes, and was about to get up and leave, when suddenly his shoulder was lightly pressed, his face was shocked, and the divine power around him was about to explode, but the hand that was pressed on his shoulder flicked his fingers lightly, and Qionghan's face was as white as paper in an instant, and all his divine power was constricted, and sweat soaked the straw mat on the ground on the spot.

The little old man raised his head leisurely and looked in the direction of the dome man, only to see a slightly chubby man about thirty-seven or eighteen years old standing behind him, with a kind and gentle smile on his face.

"Li Chengkong?" the little old man's voice was no longer cold, but mixed with surprise and doubt.

"Hehe, Mr. Fan, Li came uninvited, please forgive me. Li Chengkong ignored the man who was kneeling on the ground panting like a cow, and slowly walked in front of the little old man, and said: "It's just that your senior apprentice injured Li's junior apprentice a lot a few months ago for a three-mutated thousand-eyed spider, and Li learned that this eldest nephew came back to find Mr. Fan, so he hurriedly came to ask for an explanation." ”

The little old man pursed his lips, pointed at the dome man and said, "He has no way to invoke a trace of divine power for three months, he already deserves it, what else do you want?"

"I'm not going to help you hold back the White Dragon King. Li Chengkong said.

The wrinkles on the little old man's face twitched slightly, and his voice was a little lower: "Three divine relics." ”

When Li Chengkong heard this, he patted his belly and laughed, laughing until the face of the dome man was gloomy, and the little old man also exuded a dangerous aura, and then said slowly: "Old Fan, you really misunderstood, where is Li this kind of person? Li means that the White Dragon King does not need me to drag it, in the next three years, the White Dragon King will have his own calamity, you just have to do it." ”

The little old man's eyebrows were raised again, and there seemed to be a meteor in his starry eyes: "Can you take advantage of it?"

Li Chengkong shook his head: "Don't dare to peep, otherwise your life is at risk." ”

The little old man's brows furrowed, and he asked again: "Is it a matter of divine machines?"

Li Chengkong showed a playful smile: "Old Fantou, you have asked too much. ”

The little old man trembled slightly. After a few seconds, he gently lowered his proud head, and his voice became even hoarse: "Thank you for the advice." ”

"Not necessarily. Li Chengkong carried his hands behind his back, paced leisurely in the small building, casually took out a crystal lubricated fruit from the plate on the table next to him and threw it into his mouth, smiled with satisfaction, and said: "What Li can tell you is that this time you only have less than a 20% probability of successfully killing the little white dragon, but if it is the little girl who is sent to guard the door downstairs, the probability can be increased by half percent." ”

The little old man seemed a little confused, he stretched out his weird right hand and grabbed a few handfuls of his messy white hair, and said bluntly, "I don't understand." ”

Li Chengkong laughed again, and understood what the little old man meant, he didn't say that he didn't understand Li Chengkong's words, but he didn't understand why Li Chengkong made a special trip if this matter was difficult to achieve.

"It's hard to do this, but you're going to make this trip. After Li Chengkong finished laughing, he said seriously: "There are variables in the southeast, there are big variables! Old Fan, your fate has been decided, and you have no chance to reach the ninth order in this life, and your life expectancy will be exhausted." But if you meet that variable, everything has infinite possibilities, dead wood in spring, desperate life, and hope!"

As he spoke, Li Chengkong's eyes also changed, and a faint blue light was faintly visible at the edges of his two pupils, fluttering with complicated and obscure runes.

"Near the eastern coast of the Nanlin Peninsula, there is a discordant existence, time has shifted there, fate has appeared there huge ripples, even my gaze does not dare to peep at ......"

As he spoke, two thick tears of blood slipped from the corners of Li Chengkong's eyes, but he smiled even more happily.