"Ladies and gentlemen, stop quickly, go back wherever you come from, this son is destined for me, not something you can covet. ”

The divine voice is vast, in the sky, an old man with white hair, with his hands on his back, coming into the air, his footsteps rise and fall a few times, and his figure has appeared in the sinkhole.

"Brother Dao, don't be big, the wonder of the holy medicine is known to everyone, not to mention the 'medicine spirit' that has evolved and generated, with your words, let me wait and retreat, it is too contemptuous of me to wait. The Heavenly Sect sneered.

The old man who appeared out of thin air surprised the monks in the field, they were always paying attention to the "medicine spirit", once someone approached the sinkhole, they would be attacked by a group, and the "medicine spirit" was lying safely in the sinkhole from beginning to end, and all kinds of yuan energy did not hurt it in the slightest.

And this old man entered the sinkhole without realizing it in full view of everyone, which is really unfathomable. However, they were not afraid, expecting that so many Monk Fierce Sect Sect Masters would not retreat because of this unprovoked old man.

Simply, they stopped fighting for the time being, but wanted to see if the white-haired old man had three heads and six arms, and dared to call for the heroes to retreat.

"This is a Terran baby, not a 'medicine spirit' evolved from the holy medicine, can't you fellow Daoists feel it?"

In the sinkhole, the white-haired old man shone brightly, and all the snowflakes melted away as they approached his body. He said this to the "medicine spirit" and with his back to all the monks.

"Hehe, yes or no, let's find out what it is. "The lord of Mengliang Kingdom, Duanmu Lei, fell from the emperor's car, his holy light covered his body, his head was tied with a dragon crown, he was wearing a dragon robe, and his bearing was extraordinary, like the god descending from the sky, stepping on the divine rainbow, and walking to the pit and standing opposite the white-haired old man.

"Hmph, the old man is so daring, I just don't know if my brothers in this sin will agree. Gu Prisoner Hai's face was calm, exuding a terrifying momentum, and he strode into the pit.

The enchantress dream of Lier, the country is fragrant, like a shocking Hong, the jade foot is not an inch, the next step is a lifetime lotus, and the style is all kinds of stepping into the pit.

"Amitabha, I have been practicing penance for 700 years, and everything I do today is what the world does. ”

"Haha, it's not ashamed, it's clear that you, a bald man, have no heart. ”

"I am too boxer to enter the Tao with a fist, the fist is in the direction, and I am indomitable, how can I be persuaded to retreat by words. ”

At that moment, dozens of powerful monks entered the sinkhole one by one, each occupying one side, either suspended in the void, or sitting on the ground, or riding beasts, forming a fan-shaped momentum to surround the white-haired old man.

"If you are not convinced, come to war. The white-haired old man said softly without raising his head, looking indifferent and light-hearted, completely ignoring the dozens of powerful monks around him.

"Hmph, what a big breath, and I'm not afraid of the wind flashing my tongue, I'll fight you. "The lord of Taiquan Mountain came out in line, the dragon walked and the tiger walked, and the god was majestic. After finishing speaking, the fist was like a Jiao soaring into the air, bringing up a piece of Yuanli Gangfeng that rolled like a sea and waves, and the void was collapsing everywhere it passed, and the golden fist marks seemed to collapse all tangible qualities.

The white-haired old man was joyless and carefree, raised his hand slightly, and pressed a palm forward to resist the domineering punch of the Taiquan Mountain Lord, letting his Yuan Force be monstrous, the divine fist was incomparable, and all the energy disappeared without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea.

"What, how is this possible!"

Not allowing the Taiquan Mountain Lord to be surprised, the white-haired old man immediately slapped his backhand, without any yuan force fluctuations, but with monstrous combat power.

"Whew"

The Taiquan Mountain Lord wailed, turned his head and flew upside down into the sky, the casual blow of the white-haired old man made him invincible, unavoidable, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Obviously, the cultivation of the old man in white has been perfected, and a random move and style is a peerless killing, which is comparable to the Heavenly Gong Treasure Book Divine Technique. If it weren't for the mercy of his subordinates, the Taiquan Mountain Lord would have died on the spot.

There was silence on the ice field, and the white-haired old man defeated the Taiquan Mountain Lord with only one hand, and his cultivation was really extraordinary, which made the crowd on the field feel a little unreal.

The lord of Taiquan Mountain, the shadow of the famous tree of people, a pair of iron fists moved the north, the "Boundary Prison" fought for his life, it was difficult to meet the opponent, and he was sealed as a god in a hundred battles, and then he created the mountain gate with his own strength and dominated one side. But today he was defeated by a white-haired old man with one hand, which is really incredible.

However, the powerhouses in the pit didn't care. Duanmu Lei, the lord of Mengliang Country, rubbed his jade wrench and looked at the white-haired old man with a thoughtful expression; the corners of the Zhitian Palm Sect's mouth were sneering, and the cold light of the fairy sword behind him burst out, and he could make a move at any time; the palace master of the Ice Palace calmly held the treasure bottle in his hand, his beautiful eyes flashed, and no one knew what she was planning; there was also the enchantress Meng Li'er, who was upside down in the void, with two jade feet swinging back and forth, and her posture was bewitching and seductive; there were also groups of monks who were shrouded in the light of Yuan Li, and their fighting spirit was majestic, and they were all not afraid of the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man looked like a wave in the past, and defeating the Taiquan Mountain Lord with one hand was as simple as pinching a bed bug to death. In the face of Zhu Qiang's gaze, he didn't care at all. He leaned over and picked up the "medicine spirit", raised his hand to caress it, and the charred black skin fell down, revealing the delicate skin inside.

"Quickly put down the 'medicine spirit', or you will be in a different place. ”

At this time, the white-haired old man was holding the 'medicine spirit', which can be said to be the target of public criticism.

"Oh, is it? Old man, I, the person is here, let me be in a different place, do you have that ability?" As soon as the words fell, the white-haired old man had already appeared behind the man who was talking wildly, he was holding the 'medicine spirit' in his left hand, and his right hand grabbed the fairy sword of the Heavenly Sect at some point, and it was now between the neck of the person.

"This is not a 'medicine spirit', it is indeed a human baby, you should sense the breath of life, I want to take him as a disciple, I will take him away today, if you want to stop it, you can try it. The white-haired old man said domineeringly, he used a little magic to imprison the madman in front of him, kicked it away, and the fairy sword in his hand was obliquely guided to the sky, and his cold eyes swept over the powerhouses.

"Even if he is a human baby, but he was born in the holy medicine, there must be a big mystery here, and it is not easy to let you take it away. ”

The strong in the pit are either a hero or the master of a sect, and in the northern land, they are absolutely ruthless, and it is impossible for them to give up the "medicine spirit" because the white-haired old man is strong. Especially the head of the Heavenly Sect, who was taken away from the fairy sword without realizing it, was the most angry, the white-haired old man made him lose face in front of Zhu Qiang, and he couldn't wait to crush the white-haired old man to ashes.

"Don't talk about the old man, I'm bullying, you, you, you, and all of you go together. The white-haired old man was domineering, holding the baby in one hand and pointing at all the monks in the field.

"Don't be arrogant, old horseman. ”

"Kill. ”

"This emperor has reigned for a thousand years, led the army to the east and west, pacified the enemies in the troubled times, and has never had a defeat, and the same is true today!"

"Amitabha, I am a great ascetic in the world, and there are countless demons, and the donor should not fall into the inferior world. ”

"In the land of the north, the Ice Palace is the law, who dares not to obey. ”

"The master of the crime is above, the longevity is boundless, and the ancient prisoner is willing to punish the lord on his behalf. ”

Duanmu Lei, the lord of Mengliang Country, Jialan, the presiding officer of the Ascetic Temple, the palace master of the Ice Palace calmed down, Gu Prisoner Hai, the head of the wicked people in the sinful land, and many other monks all acted in an instant. Since the white-haired old man insisted on fighting them in a group, they didn't care about any face. After all, the strength that the white-haired old man just showed was by no means something that anyone present could kill alone.

The true qi of the imperial road condensed into nine Yuanli true dragons, they went hand in hand, fangs and claws, the dragon's roar roared on the ice field, countless snow-capped mountains fell apart in an instant, Duanmu Lei killed decisively, and the momentum was terrifying and boundless.

The purple gold bowl grows in the wind, like the ancient magic mountain flying from outside the territory, suppressing it from the high heavens, and three thousand golden-bodied Buddha shadows flew out of the bowl.

The palace master of the Ice Palace has the posture of a sinking fish and a goose, and when his delicate body twists, the void is deformed, and the treasure bottle in his hand pours endless innate holy water, like a heavenly river falling, and like a galaxy hanging upside down, surging forward.

Half of the magic knife in the hand of the ancient prisoner sea slashed out, and suddenly the heaven and the earth lost color, and the demonic qi seemed to burst out from the netherworld, wanting to devour all beings, and the sword slashed the space, penetrating the heaven and the earth, and the killing intent went straight to the white-haired old man.

The long arrows were in the air, the divine chain whipped, and there were more monks, but they hit their strongest blow, and the heavenly yuan power was endless, mighty.

"Fellow Daoists, don't hurt the 'medicine spirit'. ”

"It's okay, the old man's baby is tight, and it will never hurt the 'medicine spirit', so I'll catch the old man together." ”

Endless Yuan Force energy, hundreds of killing attacks, forming a mighty manpower heavenly punishment, straight to the white-haired old man, that kind of power to destroy the world, can almost shake the heavens and the earth, if it hits, the consequences are unimaginable.

"Heaven's Resolution"

At the last moment, the white-haired old man pointed forward, and a large piece of clear light quickly appeared from his fingertips to envelop the heavens and the earth, and in an instant, all the monks were like sculptures, maintaining their current posture and not moving, including those that were about to be performed, all the Yuan Force spells, magic weapons and weapons were imprisoned in the void.

"No! How could this be! We represent the supreme power of the North, and we can attack together and be defused so easily. ”

At this moment, the powerhouses on the field who had lost their ability to act turned up a monstrous wave in their hearts, and they looked at the white-haired old man in horror, their eyes full of disbelief.

Even Duanmu Lei, Gu Prisoner Hai and the others were shocked. They knew that the white-haired old man was very strong, but they didn't expect it to be strong, they thought that they would be able to take it down soon, but now, they and the others became prisoners first.

For a moment, they couldn't accept the reality in front of them. They are the pinnacle forces in the northern realm, and how sad it is to be defeated by one person like this!

Just now they vowed to break the white-haired old man's body into ten thousand pieces, now that I think about it, how ridiculous and ridiculous this is, if the white-haired old man wants to kill them, it's just a matter of raising his hand.

This white-haired old man in front of him definitely has a great background! I'm afraid that there are not many people in the world for this kind of cultivation, right?

The most terrible thing is that people are swordsmen and I am fish and meat, and their net worth and lives are all in the thoughts of the white-haired old man. After a battle between heaven and man, cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of many monks, especially the Heavenly Sect, whose face was the color of pig liver, and the back of his palms was already soaked.

"You say, why bother, it's not ashamed to play as a wooden man when you're old. ”

"It's not that the old man is unreasonable, I have been serving people with virtue all my life, and I have never bullied my juniors with strong cultivation, and I have killed people indiscriminately, I just want to accept an apprentice, why do you bother me. The old man in white muttered to himself, with a look of incomprehension.

"I... Nima... Absolutely pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, obviously cultivating to the sky, but you have to waste half a day of saliva, you directly imprison us in the morning, take away the baby, don't fight and don't kill, and now you still ridicule us, play. ”

"This is definitely for fun, but we also have the lord of a country, the lord of a sect, and the head of a sect, so we don't have such a pastime. ”

While marveling at the white-haired old man's cultivation, they also secretly slandered themselves, if it weren't for the fact that his cultivation was not as good as the old man in white, they would have let him know what it meant to truly convince people with virtue.

"Okay, okay, this is the case, I'll go, old man, and I'll do it yourself. The white-haired old man shook his hand and struck out a clear light, restoring the mobility of the monks, and then suddenly rose into the air, and disappeared into the sky in a few steps, leaving behind a group of monks who looked at each other on the ground.

"From this day forward, you will be my only apprentice. Above the green clouds, the white-haired old man gently looked at the sleeping baby in his arms, and his words resounded through the world...

At the same time, in the Eastern Wilderness, among millions of mountains.

A stone egg that had been silent for tens of thousands of years suddenly erupted with monstrous demonic energy, and a huge beast shadow rolled and floated in the dark night...