Looking at the forbidden army that receded like a tide, Zhao Yu and Ah Fa both looked at each other.

"There is a capable person in front of King Xin?"

Zhao Yu looked at the empty dragon road and turned his head to look at Ah Fa on the side.

Ah Fa shook his head, also puzzled.

They naturally knew that the so-called holy decree must have been concocted by King Xin, as for the sword of the Son of Heaven......

Even the Governor of Dongchang can silently collect the King of Faith under his command, and it is not easy to take away the sword of the Son of Heaven hanging on the Fengtian Palace.

It's just that Zhao Yu is a little puzzled, why would King Xin, who had already torn his face, help him at this time?

……

After the forbidden army retreated, Zhao Yu and Ah Fa followed the dragon road and went straight to the Taimiao.

On the way, Ah Fa wanted to speak several times, but Zhao Yu didn't have the slightest intention of asking.

From the first time he saw this guy, Zhao Yu vaguely noticed that this guy seemed to have a grudge against him.

It's just that Zhao Yu doesn't know where Ah Fa's resentment comes from.

Inside the temple.

Zhu ignored the cloak and knelt under the tablet of the Great Qianxian Emperor, he didn't expect that he would fall to this point so quickly.

And what he didn't know was that the position where he knelt was the place where the former emperor and concubine committed suicide!

"Honor and disgrace have their own definite number, how can manpower do it?"

And beside the former plan where Zhu ignored and knelt, an old monk in a black robe came out.

The monk muttered a nonsensical word, then picked up the sandalwood on the table, lit it, and respectfully offered it in front of the spiritual throne of the former emperors.

"Tai Sui, that rebellious minister has come to Taimiao, do you want to stand by and watch?"

Zhu Wuwen heard the old monk's muttered words, instantly raised his head, and looked at the old monk with a frightened expression.

If this old monk chooses to stand by and watch, then he is really hopeless.

The old monk turned around, staring at Zhu who was kneeling on the ground with a pair of cloudy eyes, without saying a word.

Zhu ignored being stared at by the old monk a little hairy, and his eyes were a little dodgy unconsciously.

"Hey!"

After a while, the old monk sighed slightly, turned around and walked towards the side room on the side of the temple.

"Tai Sui !!"

Zhu ignored and crawled forward two steps on his knees, his face full of horror.

"That's it,"

The old monk didn't look back, just waved his hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "Although your background is not obvious, after all, your surname is Zhu, and you are a royal bloodline......

"Thank you, thank you Tai Sui for saving your life! Thank you very much......"

Zhu Wuwen finished hearing the old monk's words, and almost cried with joy.

Rumble!!

But at this time, the entire Taimiao shook for a while, and the violent energy instantly lifted the gate of the Taimiao Temple!

On the case, the spiritual position of several generations of emperors shook in an instant, and he was about to fall off the offering table.

Zhu ignored the look and turned his head in horror, but saw that outside the main gate of the Taimiao, the two of them strode into the courtyard of the Taimiao.

Zhao Yu carried a knife in one hand, and his eyes stared at Zhu who was kneeling in the main hall of the Taimiao Temple.

Zhu ignored his side, and the old monk didn't say anything, but his palm, which had been withering, fell on the offering table.

The Ancestral Emperor's Spiritual Seat, which was still trembling, instantly quieted down.

"Little one, why are you here?"

The old monk walked out of the main hall, glanced at Zhao Yu at the door of the hall, and then looked at Ah Fa on the side, and asked softly.

"Tai Sui."

Ah Fa, who was already staring at the emperor's spiritual position, whose eyes were red, still restrained his killing intent and bowed to the old monk.

The old monk smiled indifferently and waved his hand at Ah Fa.

Ah Fa stood up, his eyes staring at the second column of the enshrined spiritual seat at the hem of the offering table, without a glance.

The old monk turned around and looked at Ah Fa's gaze, it was the Jinghuang spiritual seat.

"What do you want?"

The old monk turned around, looked at Ah Fa and asked patiently.

"Broken Gravedigger!!"

Ah Fa stared at the worship case in the main hall and said through gritted teeth.

Not to mention other people, even Zhao Yu on the side was stumbled by these four words that this guy popped out!

In front of the royal family's temple, he said that he would dig up people's ancestral graves......

I didn't see this kid Ah Fa before, and this urine!

"When a person dies like a lamp goes out, why is there such a grudge."

The old monk sighed and said tentatively to Ah Fa.

Ah Fa took a step forward, his eyes were cold, and he couldn't see the teasing appearance of the past.

"Tai Sui, I respect you for guarding the Taimiao for hundreds of years, and I also have some relationship with my Baolong clan, I don't want to hurt you, get out of the way!!"

As he spoke, Ah Fa stepped forward.

Hundreds of years?

Zhao Yu was stunned for a moment, and then he was looking at the old monk who relied on the gate of this Taimiao Temple.

If what Ah Fa said is true, doesn't it mean that this old monk has lived longer than Zhang Laodao on Wudang Mountain?

Is this a martial arts, or a fairy?!

How can a person live for hundreds of years without moving......

"Just you?"

Zhu got up in disregard, came behind the old monk, and looked at Ah Fa with a disdainful smile.

Seeing Zhu ignore the appearance, Zhao Yu turned the snow drink blade in his hand, and a cold knife aura instantly diffused in the courtyard.

But he didn't want to, the old monk just waved his hand slightly, and the fierce sword qi in the courtyard suddenly dissipated.

Zhao Yu frowned slightly, and was about to step forward with a knife, but he didn't want Ah Fa to take the lead.

This guy took out the high-tech from his arms and walked towards the Taimiao unhurriedly.

"Tai Sui, you should understand that you can stop him who has cultivated to the sky, but you can't stop me!"

Ah Fa at this moment, whether it is speaking or looking, it is a terrible mess.

Zhao Yu, who ran to kill people in anger, has become a scrap at the moment.

"Tai Sui?"

Looking at Ah Fa who was approaching step by step, Zhu ignored and frowned.

According to his cultivation, he could easily perceive that the guy in front of him who was walking towards the main hall of the Taimiao Temple had no trace of internal breath on his body.

Such an ordinary person, can he really make Yao Taisui helpless?

Ah Fa walked to the main hall step by step, and the old monk who was originally leaning on the door of the hall finally walked to the center of the main hall gate, with his hands folded.

With the movements of the old monk, Ah Fa's footsteps suddenly stagnated.

"The king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die, this is the rule set by the holy sages, and the emperor has been buried, so retreat!"

The old monk glanced at Ah Fa and said in a soft tone.

And Ah Fa's expression also showed a strange change at this moment, and his pupils gradually became a little hollow.

"Bullshit!"

Seeing that Ah Fa's raised foot was about to be withdrawn, he didn't want a salty laugh to come from the side.

Ah Fa woke up suddenly, and then raised his feet and walked towards the steps of the main hall of the Taimiao.

Burst! Burst!

Blood spurted out of his mouth, and outside the Great Qiantai Temple, blood mist filled the air.

Ah Fa's pupils were red, as if blood was spilling out.

And the calm and relaxed old monk on the opposite side also bleed blood from the corners of his mouth at this moment.

When manpower is poor......

can survive two Jiazi, there is only one old man in the world.

The reason why this old monk in front of him can live for hundreds of years in the Daqiantai Temple is because of the supreme luck of this land of Longxing.

And precisely, Ah Fa is also a person who came into being.

The two of them competed, and the consumption was naturally not the internal breath of the world's martial arts penance.

It's the fortune of a country!! 18132/10856976