"Book of Death!"

The voice of the old thing came, and Chu Ling's eyes showed a look of doubt, and then he seemed to think of something.

"Book of Death, Book of Death!" he repeated these three words, thinking of the underworld, and then suddenly realized: "Could it be that the so-called Book of Death is the book of life and death in myths and legends?"

It's a pity that his spiritual power is extremely weak now, and he can't enter his sea of consciousness at all, otherwise, he can rummage through the inheritance memories left by Ning Tianshi, and maybe he can learn some useful information.

While Chu Ling was pondering, the Blood Cloud Ancestor completely erupted, and the Hades Phantom behind him opened its big mouth, pitch black as a black hole, as if it could devour all the light.

"Roar!"

One after another sound waves spread, you can clearly see the sound waves that have substance, but you don't hear the sound, the moment the voice roars out, the breath behind the Blood Cloud Ancestor sometimes gathers, sometimes disperses, like a dream, it is difficult to grasp.

"Boom!"

The silent sound waves, in contact with the old thing's body, made a thunderous roar in more than 300 bones on the old thing's body, stretching endlessly.

"Crackling. His shirt made a burning explosion, like dry bamboo, and the ashes floated up, fluttering in the dungeon, Chu Ling clearly felt that after the sound wave was released, the temperature in the cold dungeon had increased a lot.

However, King Tushan didn't move, he was like a sculpture, even if it was beard, it didn't flutter gently. Not far behind him was Chu Ling.

The silent sound waves spread everywhere, the dungeon exploded with a bang, several supporting stone pillars were blown off, and the dungeon was shaky and about to collapse at any time.

Even so, the old thing's gun was still steadily inserted into the chest of the Blood Cloud Ancestor, and streaks of light began to flow on the body of the black gold divine spear.

Suddenly, the black gold spear trembled suddenly, turned into a dragon shape, and its long body was firmly grasped by the old thing, but the hideous and terrifying dragon head was deeply submerged in the chest of the Blood Cloud Ancestor.

"Shhh ”

In the mouth of the black dragon, two whirlpools swirled, like a large water pump thrown into the basin, and the vitality in the blood cloud ancestor's body was frantically sucked.

"Ahh

The screams of the Blood Cloud Ancestor kept coming out, which was terrifying, but the old thing was unmoved, and the hand holding the spear was extremely stable.

There was a smile in his eyes, it was a mockery, just like an old cat, the mockery of the mouse that fell into his hands, the mockery of the strong for the weak.

Chu Ling looked at the sneering face of the old thing, and felt a little frightened for the first time, the old thing he saw now was similar to the old thing he met in the ghost place at the beginning.

Now this old thing in front of him is like a killing machine, yes, a machine, there is not the slightest life in his eyes.

The saint is unkind and treats severing beings as dogs, perhaps this is the truest side of the old thing.

"Uh...... Forehead ......"

The Blood Cloud Ancestor was lying on the ground, his dry hands that were only bones left, tightly clenched on top of the Black Dragon Divine Spear, and a few simple syllables were squeezed out of his throat with difficulty.

"Humph!"

The old thing snorted, and a domineering aura suddenly burst out, crushing it out with a devastating posture, and the Blood Cloud Ancestor, who was originally about to die, suddenly hummed, and the vitality completely dissipated.

A generation of saints has fallen like this?

At that moment, Chu Ling was a little dumbfounded, regardless of the positions of the enemy and us, a saint-level powerhouse actually died in front of his eyes like this, which made him feel unreal, and a little frightened.

The same is true of sanctification, let alone my generation?

"Whew. With a bang, the old thing pulled out the black gold dragon spear, and with the tree beside him, he turned his head and looked at Chu Ling with a kind smile in his eyes.

The old thing's gaze was so wise and profound, he seemed to see through every thought in Chu Ling's heart. That gaze contained kindness, dissolving every uneasy thought in Chu Ling's heart, making him feel like a spring breeze.

This was the kindness from the saint, at that moment, Chu Ling felt that this loving old man was so worthy of being trusted, so that he couldn't have any disgust, he clearly felt the kindness from this old man. That kind of kindness is like a kind grandfather who protects his grandchildren.

Suddenly, the old thing's face suddenly changed, the horizontal spear was in front of him, the big gun turned into a black dragon, and came straight towards Chu Ling, the figure of the black dragon, in his pupils, rapidly expanded, Chu Ling's brain fell into a temporary stagnation, he couldn't understand why a saint-level powerhouse still needed to use sneak attack means for such an insignificant ant as himself.

It turned out that he was thinking too much, and the black dragon was coiled at his feet, as well-behaved as a cat, which made Chu Ling stunned.

The old thing looked at the sky with a solemn face, and said to Chu Ling quickly: "Good boy, there are many things that I don't have time to explain to you, but you must believe me, later, there is an old opponent who is coming, and at that time, the saint will fight, and I will not be able to protect you." ”

"Before leaving, I'll give you another creation. With a wave of his hand, a white divine light slowly rose from the bottom of the dried Shura blood seabed and floated in front of Chu Ling.

Chu Ling's eyes widened, it was a floating miniature palace, extremely exquisite, although it was only the size of a palm, but the pavilions and pavilions in it, Yuyu Qiong Tower, were the same as the real palace, and they were clearly visible.

"This is ......," Chu Ling said suspiciously.

"A good treasure is a fairy palace, thousands of years ago, there were true immortals living in this palace, even if it is the entire Shura blood sea, its preciousness cannot be compared. ”

"Such a treasure, why should the old thing be given to me?" Chu Ling was a little uncalm, the True Immortal Palace, what an important treasure this is, and the status of the old thing and his own are very different, a saint, there should be no need to deceive him.

The old thing shook his head softly and sighed, and said, "There are some things that cannot be said clearly in a few words, and with your current realm, knowing too much is not a good thing for you." ”

"You just need to practice well, and one day, the secrets of this world will be completely displayed in front of you, and you have to remember that what you see and hear with your own ears in the future is not the final truth, and what the truth is like must be slowly revealed by yourself. ”

The old thing's tone was very heavy, and it was like a serious elder, educating his descendants.

"Alas, do you know that I have been waiting for you for hundreds of thousands of years, but unfortunately, you came too late, I am approaching, and many things that should have been done by me may not be completed, alas......" As he spoke, the old thing's tone was heavy, revealing a helpless bitter smile and sourness.

Chu Ling was stunned, hundreds of thousands of years ...... He felt like a little fly stuck in a spider's web, no matter how hard he struggled, he was imprisoned in a solid spider's web, and this "king" had been weaving since hundreds of thousands of years ago......