"It's a bit early for us to meet!"

The old man in black looked at me, although his eyes were gloomy, but his voice was very weak, and he said weakly: "According to my plan, we should meet again in a few years, so that my plan can be more complete and proper!" People are not as good as heaven, years in advance, although there are some flaws, but my plan is also completed......"

Before he could finish his sentence, the skinning and boning had already burst out, straight to his head.

However, as soon as it approached Zhangyu, the huge worm opened its mouth and spat out two clouds of saliva that were a little purple, and the silk in the saliva shimmered, preventing the peeling and deboning.

"Don't worry, we still have time to talk!"

The old man in black who was sitting on the worm's head covered his mouth and nose and coughed a few times, and when he took his hand away, his mouth and nose were bleeding.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help frowning and looking at him suspiciously.

The black lotus seeds on the two knives flickered, and the figures of the disciple and the tyrant appeared, and when he stood beside me and looked at the old man in black vigilantly, he was also a little puzzled.

"This old thing's clone is so weak, it doesn't look like it's pretending!" The tyrant whispered.

The disciple said in a deep voice: "This is the strongest doppelganger of King Taishan, it stands to reason that he can't be so weak, something must have happened!" ”

Since both the tyrant and the disciples said this, it means that the old man in black is not in disguise, but why has he become so weak?

Could it be that it took too much effort to bind the drunkards?

If that giant fat worm alone had killed the drunkards, I wouldn't have believed it.

"Let's go up and take a look, I've spent a lot of energy making things over the years, and I can't do it without an audience!"

The old man in black wiped the blood from his mouth and nose, and after saying a word to me, he glanced at the disciple and the tyrant, and a slight color flashed in his eyes, and said, "You two wastes should come and take a look!" ”

The tyrant raised his eyebrows, his violent anger was surging, and he was about to rush forward with the boning knife in his hand, but the disciple held him down on the shoulder.

"Let's see what the hell he's up to!"

"Let go, Lao Tzu will kill him now, his doppelganger is so weak at this time, such a good time can't be missed!"

Hearing this, the disciple said in a deep voice: "He is very weak, but the abyss worm he is sitting on is a bit troublesome, that thing is not the same as the abyss worm we have seen before, don't be careless......"

Before the disciple could finish his words, the tyrant had already struck.

In an instant, the figure of the tyrant disappeared from the spot, and when it flashed out again, it had already appeared on the head of the huge fat worm, and the sharp boning knife in his hand stabbed directly at the head of the old man in black.

The old man in black didn't dodge and moved, and the old face of the yin owl showed a hint of mockery.

Just as the sharp boning knife in the tyrant's hand was about to touch the head of the old man in black, the huge fat worm only trembled slightly, and the tyrant's figure suddenly froze at this time.

In the next moment, the figure of the tyrant disappeared from the head of the giant fat worm and reappeared beside me and my disciples, as if it had never moved.

The tyrant's face was ugly, the boning knife in his hand trembled a little, and the tyrannical aura seemed to be even stronger than just now. The tyrant stared at the old man in black, if his eyes could kill, the old man in black would have been in shambles.

Why?

What just happened?

Why did the tyrant suddenly stop?

The mockery on the face of the old man in black became even stronger, and he said unabashedly sarcastically: "You still don't admit that you are a waste?" I'm just here waiting for you to kill, why don't you do it? ”

The tyrant did not respond, his face contorted and hideous, as if he was enduring something.

My disciple and I both looked at the tyrant with puzzled faces, and the tyrant didn't explain to us what had just happened, but gritted his teeth and whispered, "Later, let's do it, kill that abyssal worm first, if it doesn't die, we can't attack that old thing!" ”

It seems that when the tyrant made a move just now, he should have eaten a little bit of the huge fat worm.

The old man in black didn't say much, sitting on the head of the abyssal worm, controlling the abyssal worm to move towards the top floor.

I glanced at the drunkard and the others wrapped in thick silkworm cocoons, and said to the disciples and tyrants, "Send them out, and I'll go up and see the situation first!" ”

Without waiting for them to respond, I rushed straight to the top floor.

When I got to the top floor of the Longhui Building, I saw a lot of strange equipment that had been broken, a huge broken culture tank, and a lot of lab personnel in white coats, but they were all dead.

Hundreds of experimenters were cut off from breath, without the slightest wound on their bodies, and all of them died with smiles on their faces, as if they were dreaming in a deep sleep.

Walking through these strange labs, I came to a large and wide hall, where the old man in black sat cross-legged and waited for a huge fat worm.

And in front of the wide floor-to-ceiling window, there were two figures standing there looking down, seemingly interested in the situation of the many Dao masters below attacking the Longhui Building.

Among those two people, there is one person I am familiar with, that is, the bespectacled young man named Destiny Master, who is still holding a laptop in his hand, typing on the keyboard quite excitedly, and at the same time looking at the person next to him with burning eyes, saying something feverishly and excitedly.

The man next to the master was a thin young man, with his back to me, and I couldn't see his appearance clearly, and I couldn't feel any strong aura on him.

However, it is such a person, but it gives me an inexplicable feeling of trembling.

He is the result of the plan of King Taishan's clone for many years.

He is the result of years of implementation of the so-called god-making project in this laboratory!