"Look, let's get into trouble!" the little scimitar shuddered, frightened by the breath of the king.

"You're a former god, so you shouldn't be afraid of this breath. The white turtle glanced at it with disdain.

Although I won't be intimidated by this kingly breath, my heart is still cold. "The little scimitar trembles, tell the truth.

The white turtle glared, to put it bluntly, this guy is a soft bone, useless goods.

"Boom!"

There was a loud roar, coming from behind. At this moment, the dirt disappeared, slowly disappearing into the void space.

Xuantian looked back and watched this legendary road disappear.

"It's really strange, I don't know how this road came about, who is behind it?" muttered the little scimitar, still in the dark.

This qiē, only the white turtle and Xuantian know some clues. But they can't figure out the specific situation.

"Now that it's gone, there's no need to dig deeper. Xuantian looked at the dark void space, turned around directly, and didn't want to think about it anymore.

Yes, in his eyes, this is a bondage, a 'shackle' forcibly arranged for him by the big man behind him.

"Let's go! This is the third day. The white turtle shouted, immediately forgetting the dirt road.

However, at this moment, a faint light appeared in the sky, and then turned into a crack, about to tear.

"Let's go!" The white turtle reacted quickly, immediately pulled up Xuantian and the small scimitar, and then took a hundred steps, bringing a mountain stream.

Xuantian understood, immediately concealed his breath, and then looked over there through the gap between the leaves.

The same is true of the white turtle and the little scimitar, which hide their breath and hide in the dark to observe.

I saw that where I was standing, a 'small' head sticked out of the void crack, looking around and observing.

This is a dragon's head, the size of a pot lid, with a pair of small and delicate dragon horns growing above the forehead, which is purple and gold. Underneath are two big eyes, their eyelashes blinking from time to time, radiating light. Observing the land.

Compared to the Void Crack tens of meters long, it was small.

"It's a little dragon. "Xuantian is staggering, it is conceivable that this little guy's body may only be three or four meters long.

"Don't underestimate this guy, he's not big, but he's a king. "White turtle warned.

"Just like you, short as a mouse, but a mountain master. Amazing enough. The cutlass interjected.

The white turtle has a black face, and the green tendons on the forehead are beating. If Xuantian hadn't pulled it, it would have immediately gone up to find the little scimitar and fought hard.

However, even so, the white turtle secretly stretched out his legs and kicked the small scimitar a few times to vent his inner anger.

Over there, the little dragon searched again and again, but found nothing, and after a while, disappeared.

"Whew!" Xuan Tian breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Damn, this guy must have been attracted by my roar just now." ”

"It's hard to imagine that such a little guy is actually a king. The white turtle muttered, a little jealous. It has lived for most of its age, and it is only a mountain master. And that dragon, at a glance, knew that he was not very old, but he was already a king-level being, and the difference was too big.

"It seems that these three worlds are even more powerful than imagined. Xuantian muttered, his heart full of excitement.

The more powerful the world, the more amazing the younger generation here. There was already a fighting intent burning in his heart, and he couldn't wait to find a young man to collide with immediately.

Before that, of course, he suddenly sounded something.

"It's okay, I almost forgot about this guy. Xuantian muttered, and then took out a small box.

It was at that time that the old man of the God of War Palace gave him something.

"By the way, open it up and see what the hell this old thing is up to. The white turtle got up, and the tangled just now was swept away.

It was really curious what this box was for.

"It seems to be something very noble, carved from ancient sacred wood. The little cutlass muttered, looking at the box as well.

"Okay, I'm open. Xuantian said, pulling hard and opening the box.

There was no light, no movement, and the box was very calm.

The three guys craned their necks and looked inside. I saw a paper figure lying quietly inside the box, which was engraved with various runes, which looked extremely weird.

"What the hell is this old thing?" muttered the white turtle, snatching the look.

At the same time, the second piece of heaven and earth, a secret room in the Palace of the God of War.

The old man was meditating when suddenly, he opened his eyes, and a terrifying gaze shot the door of the secret room into powder.

"Here, is that little guy on the third day?" he muttered to himself, a little excited. At the same time, there are some suspicions.

"It's too fast to reach the third world so soon, right...... Forget it, it doesn't matter, it's all on this stinky boy whether it's dead or alive, and I'm afraid I won't have a chance to miss it this time. The old man muttered, and after thinking twice, he decided to take a desperate gamble.

In the secret room, a black gas filled the air. The old man cast spells one after another, and after carving a few runes, his body began to flatten, as if the flesh and blood inside were rapidly being drained.

This process is over with just half a pillar of incense. In the secret room of the God of War Palace, the old man's body completely collapsed, and only a human skin remained in place.

The breeze blew into the chamber, and the human skin was rolled up, leaving only an empty shell.

And the white turtle, who was in the third world, was staring at the box in his hand with wide eyes at this moment.

Inside, the little paper figure moved, and it was growing up, and his face was changing.

Yes, the paper man was born flesh and blood, first as a baby, and then still growing, from childhood to adolescence, then from juvenile to middle-aged, and finally to old age.

A glance is like a thousand years. This illusion was born at this moment.

"The old man of the God of War Palace. Xuantian glared, the old man lying in the box was not the old ancestor of the Victory Palace?

The old man's skin was wrinkled, his mouth was collapsed, and the skin on his face was like the bark of a thousand-year-old tree, full of lines. Of course, the most conspicuous thing is the three hairs on the top of its head, which are charred and curled like springs.

"There's a ghost!" the white turtle screamed, throwing the box away.

"Boom!"

The box fell to the ground and shook out the old man inside.

"You're big. The old man moved, and cursed, scaring the white turtle into disarray.

Here, the little scimitar was shocked, looked at the old man and muttered: "This is a forbidden technique in ancient times, and the body is transferred to the Dafa." ”

The old man was surprised when he heard this, he didn't expect that someone would know about this access control technique, but he still nodded on the surface and said, "Yes, it is this door control technique, I came here directly from the second world by virtue of it." ”

After speaking, the old man showed excitement.

To be honest, he was really a little uneasy at first, worried that when Xuantian had not yet reached the third world, he opened the box and deceived his feelings.

Back then, he was fooled once, and after performing Dafa and moving his body and soul horizontally, he walked out of the box and found that it was actually a forbidden area in the second world, not to mention how tricky it was.

Fortunately, Xuantian finally lived up to his expectations and brought him to the third world.

Standing high in the sky, the old man turned to look at the endless void behind him, and his heart was surging.

"I see, I knew that I was on the road at the time, and threw the box into the Endless Void. The white turtle teased and knew the cause and effect.

"yes, why didn't you do that?" the old man smiled, looked at the white turtle, and then pressed closer.

"What do you want to do?" asked the white turtle, with a bad premonition. Sure enough, it was knocked several times by the bad old man, and its head almost bloomed.

It was the first time he had seen the white turtle being bullied like this, and he had already regarded the bad old man as the messenger of justice and the embodiment of energy.

"Do you dare next time?" asked the bad old man, winking at the white turtle. It wasn't until I saw the white turtle nodding that I let it go.

"This old man ......" the white turtle cursed, and as soon as the words fell, his head bloomed again.

It wailed, and did not speak again on the surface, the hero does not suffer the loss in front of him, if he wants to scold, he must scold in his heart, and he will rub and abuse the bad old man a thousand times in his heart.

The little scimitar was excited, but soon stopped because the 'messenger of justice' in its eyes had come to the door.

"How can you speak?" the old man glared, and the three scorched hairs on top of him jumped, as if he was frightened.

"I'm not a treasure, I'm just a lonely soul who ended up in a treasure with no choice but to burrow into it. The little scimitar explained, not daring to slack off, he could feel the imperial aura on the old man's body.

"No, it's the soul of a god, don't be fooled by it. "Over there, the white turtle corrected and revealed the details of this 'treasure'. The little scimitar 'gritted his teeth', eager to cut off this turtle.

"Good fellow, it turned out to be a god, no wonder I can feel a faint aura of god on you. The old man exclaimed.

"Yes, back then, I was so high that no one dared to mess with me. The little scimitar was proud, remembering the past.

"You're miserable now, though. The old man raised his eyebrows and said the current situation of this guy.

"It's miserable. However, I will try to survive and finally recover my body. The scimitar said, cheering himself on.

"Well, I congratulate you in advance. But before I do that, I want to ask you some questions, since you are a former god, there must be a way to become young......" said the old man, smirking evilly, dragging the little scimitar aside and asking.

"I ×......" the little scimitar cursed, at this moment, the old man was not a messenger of justice in its eyes. It's like a wicked person who has turned into a demon, and has no morals.

Eventually, the scimitar could not bear the harassment and had to say some exercises to restore his youth. Only then did the old man let go and let the guy go.