After a few minutes, it dawned on me. In this cave, there is such a splendid palace, the ceiling is as high as several rods, and jade columns abound. At his feet, a blue carpet was laid on the neatly sized stone slabs, stretching far away to the glowing jade sandalwood.

On top of the jade sandalwood, standing is the old way.

"The evil beast has brought outsiders here to seek death. As he spoke, as soon as Lao Dao stretched out his hand, the little demon beside Iraq was sucked by him. He crushed an ant to death, and with a light force, the little demon turned into a cloud of dust and disappeared into the air.

Lao Dao said to Iraq: "Boy, you really have the guts to dare to come here." ”

"Don't drag it, stinky Taoist, I see that you are a lot old, if you are not in the village, I will just beat you up and let you go, how about it?" Iraq raised his eyebrows disapprovingly.

"I'll drag your sister, look at the move!" After speaking, Lao Dao waved his arm, and the stars in the sky flowed around. The little stars dragged their long tails and circled around Iraq. Anyone who sees it will be fascinated.

Iraq understood that this was a formation conjured up by the old way, and wanted to let himself enter the illusion he had designed. So Iraq rose into the air, and countless small turtles the size of palms appeared, circling with those stars.

It's dense, as if it's very intimate with the stars.

"You...... , How can you know this method?Could it be that Yan Yuan's bastard taught you?"

"There's so much nonsense, you can make dreams, but if you can't let me release the turtle?"

"I ......" Lao Dao saw that he couldn't say this guy, jumped lightly, jumped in front of Iraq, and fought him hand-to-hand.

Iraq reached out and took it, just in time to grab the old man's hands. The two of them worked together, and the stars and turtles above their heads began to spin rapidly.

Star-studded, Iraq only felt a force constantly being sucked into his body, with all kinds of shouts, sounds of horror, filling his brain.

"You ......!" Lao Dao looked at Iraq in surprise, but his hand was pulled out, his memory was as if it had been emptied, and his consciousness slowly became blurred.

After a while, Iraq was like a well-fed vampire, letting go of the old man's hand, smiling weirdly, and there was an inexplicable emotion that controlled him, he didn't want to do this, but that emotion made him like this.

Looking at Lao Dao again, his eyes were empty at this time, and he didn't know where to look. Half a sound, a sudden jump, stupidly ran to the side, and said while running.

"It's fun, Mom, I'm going to eat candy ......"

Iraq calmed down for a while, looked at the old man who ran away, and said: "No wonder they say that old people are like children, it turns out that this is really the case." ”

Suddenly, a voice came from not far away.

"Soul sucking**? I can't imagine that the three meat Taoist who has been sucking other people's souls will be sucked by you, a hairy boy, who are you?"

Iraq followed the sound and saw a man with long hair and a shawl, a blue robe and golden shoulders appear in that corner.

Iraq has only recovered from that sentiment just now.

"I'm your father!" the person he saw in such a place was certainly not a good person, and Iraq did not want to talk to him, so he said directly.

saw the man smile and said, "My father died early!"

"Then I'm your godfather!"

The man ignored him and said lightly, "You are here to find the Soul Venerable, can you tell me why?"

"You still ask me why? You always create nightmares for people, make people crazy, and kill many people, do you know how many people you have killed? You like to create nightmares, you can go to make horror movies, some people can watch them if they like them, and you can buy tickets, and you can still make money, people don't love horror movies, you prefer others to watch them, is this a bit too much to say? Let's speak in good conscience, are you right, big brother long-haired!" Iraq changed his generation, but gave this person a nickname.

The man walked up to Iraq, inquired about Iraq, and said leisurely: "I don't understand what you said, but the Soul Venerable has been sleeping for a hundred years, and in the past hundred years, I have been relying on me and the Three Meat Dao Masters to absorb the remnants of the qi to protect the mind of the Venerable, and the remnants of the qi must be condensed by the fear of ordinary people, and we must create these." If His Holiness wakes up, will there still be any living beings in the vicinity?"

"Damn, according to what you say, are you still reasonable?" said Iraq, and shouted heedlessly.

"What Venerable, get up for Lao Tzu, I've been sleeping for more than a hundred years, why are you so sleepy?

Seeing Iraq shouting, the man waved his hand, and a wave of force struck him. Iraq did not want to entangle him, but jumped up, conjured eight turtles and began to ramble around. The walls rumbled and the stone pillars were slammed crookedly. It's as if the whole palace is going to collapse.

Seeing Iraq like this, the man hurried to stop him, but Iraq just ignored him and jumped everywhere, but bumped.

"What kind of people are arguing about the deity resting......" A leisurely voice came from nowhere. Approaching the middle of the palace and collapsing, a circular blue altar slowly rose, and on top of the blue altar, stood an old man with white hair over his shoulders and a bloodless face.

The eyes are deep, cold, gloomy, and the Buddha has hidden hundreds of years of resentment and suffering. When he saw Iraq, his eyes were irritated and angry.

"Damn human, you've disturbed my rest, so you must sacrifice your fresh flesh and blood to ease my anger!"

"Phew, I'm like a steak, why do you eat it except for sleeping, so it's easy to get fat, do you know? No one has ever told you that losing weight is painful?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes as he looked at the person above the blue altar.

"I won't have anything to do with you, little brother, let's go!" said him, and jumped to the roof, grabbed the lantern that the old man was holding that day, and flew out with another leap, and disappeared.

Iraq was about to say something, but suddenly felt a chill, and white snowflakes floated in the house. Look at the old man on the blue altar, he was babbling something at this time, above his head, the black fog was shrouded, and in the huge whirlpool, it was like a whirlpool for thousands of years.

"M egg, this is the rhythm of dreaming again!" said that, Iraq did not hesitate, jumped onto the blue altar, moved his hands, and his true qi surged, and countless little turtles slowly came out, drilling around under the pressure of snowflakes, like dragonflies catching mosquitoes.

"I'll let you make it, and I'll eat it all for you!"

The old man ignored Iraq's complaints, still waving his seemingly weak arm, and the whirlpool became bigger and bigger. As soon as the old man stepped forward, countless pairs of black and large magic grasps stretched out from the whirlpool, rushing towards Iraq.

When Iraq saw this, it immediately jumped back and shouted.

"Xuanwu Great Shield!"

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