As the candle in the corner went out, there was a sudden roar in the distance, followed by the sound of some animal running.

Wang Quanquan suddenly looked at the rickety young man, although the other party was arrested, there was a smile on his face, he immediately understood that there were other people in the underground palace besides them, and the one who was missed was most likely the mysterious Taoist.

The king's authority and spiritual sense were wide open, covering more than ten zhang around, and behind the three tomb walls, he detected a strange figure.

"Old Liao, you hurry up and take people away, and I'll deal with the fish that slipped through the net."

After Wang Quanquan finished speaking, his figure ran towards a passage, and the speed was so fast that it almost disappeared in an instant.

Liao Yuanzheng had seen his skills before, and although he was still worried in his heart, he still retreated according to his instructions.

Wang Quanquan entered the tomb alone, and his body moved on the seemingly flat ground from time to time to avoid the mechanism hidden in the shadows, and after walking in the labyrinth-like tunnel for less than five minutes, a figure finally appeared in front of him.

The dungeon was dim, and the royal authority had no lighting other than candles, but even so, he could still distinguish the appearance of the dark shadow with his spiritual sense.

The other party was on all fours, wearing an imperial crown and a black and gold dragon robe, he was an emperor, but he had been stored for too long, and his skin and flesh were tight on the bones, causing the whole person to take off his image.

The other party stared at him with a pair of godless eyes, opened his mouth stiffly, and let out an obscure syllable, Wang Quanquan's expression was calm, as if he said to himself:

"There was no imperial power back then, and in the end it was just a dry bone."

The corpse seemed to understand him, and let out another roar.

The king's authority slowly moved forward and continued:

"You have blasphemed a great emperor, and although I am not against him, I am especially inferior to him in the matter of being a king.

Let those who have died rest in peace, and those who cultivate the Tao should do good deeds extensively, and if they do something contrary to the way of heaven, everyone can be punished, and although their sins are punished by thousands of calamities, it is not a pity. ”

Wang Quanquan opened his mouth indifferently, as if counting the crimes, the other party was completely enraged by the words, and rushed forward with a roar.

The king's authority was still unmoved, and said calmly:

"Wang Zhide, maybe you didn't expect that there would be a catastrophe in a thousand years."

With that, a dragon roar echoed throughout the Imperial Mausoleum, and the corpse sank down sharply when it was less than three steps away from the king's authority, as if pressed to the ground by an invisible force.

"Stealing the imperial tomb is already a capital crime, disturbing the eternal sleep of my royal family's heroic souls for generations, and adding to the crime."

The king's eyes shot a golden light, and the power that suppressed the corpse revealed its true face.

It was a five-clawed golden dragon, with flying hair and a majestic weapon, this is the dragon energy accumulated by the Wang family for thousands of years, and only the royal blood can drive it.

As the strength of the golden dragon's feet gradually increased, the spirit attached to the corpse showed its original form, which was also light purple, but compared to the previous tomb robbers, its eyebrows were clearer, and he was an old man with long hair and long beard.

The spirit was so restrained that he couldn't move, his expression was painful, and the old man's voice was ethereal:

"Who are you?"

"You don't deserve to know."

Wang Quanquan turned around directly, and a violent wail sounded behind him.

With another explosion, in a tomb a hundred steps away on the north side, a figure suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and then the whole person quickly withered, and in just a few breaths, it completely turned into a dry bone, no different from the corpses all over the ground.

Liao Yuanzheng saw Wang Quanquan coming out of the hole, and finally let go of his hanging heart, and asked the other party about the result, only to get a bland "dead".

Since the two met, Wang Quanquan surprised him one after another, I don't know if it was an illusion, Liao Yuanzheng always felt that the other party had the momentum of a superior, and even he had to look sideways at this momentum.

After hesitating, the old man didn't ask after all, and said with a smile:

"Quan, I didn't expect you to give me a big gift before I retired, and to show my gratitude, come to my house for a meal?"

Wang Quanquan did not refuse this time, nodded and said:

"That's a good feeling, can I take Peaches with me?"

"Peaches?"

"It's that three-inch villain, since he left your house, he has been talking about Liao Huanyan in my ear every day, I guess he has fallen in love with others."

Rao is an old man, and he is used to strange things, and he is still speechless at this moment.

……

After a month and a half, the earthly movements in the capital became more and more frequent, and even the immortals in the sky couldn't stand it, and began to go down to earth to discuss with the king.

He, the Holy Spirit, doesn't seem to think about the common people at all, and he clocks in and out every day, which is mediocre and unbearable.

The king's authority is not in a hurry, but it is useless to be in a hurry, and the master has accepted his own cultivation, which is to ask him to understand, to understand this kind of thing, and he has always sought chance.

According to the Purple Whisker Thunder God, the current ruler of the Heavenly Court is the God of Prison, one of the ten evil gods of ancient times, who has always been known for his fairness, and did not participate in the war of exterminating souls ten thousand years ago, and this time is the same.

For the sake of previous friendships, the God of Prison gave a suggestion, but after Wang Quanquan heard it, he exuded a terrifying murderous aura around his body.

Early the next morning, he came to the front of a famous World Trade Center building in Beijing, and at the gate, there was an endless stream of young people getting on and off the elevator, including some strangely dressed people.

Wang Quanquan ignored this, followed the crowd into the elevator, and after reaching the fifteenth floor, the elevator door opened, and there was a bustle in front of him.

Today, a large-scale comic convention is held here, and there are handsome men and women dressed as anime characters everywhere, and there are many vendors selling goods, and the atmosphere is extremely lively.

Wang Quanquan now looks ordinary, if he changes to his previous body, he will have to wear the most sassy clothes, with a long sword hanging from his waist and a folding fan in his hand, so that everyone can see the demeanor of the immortals.

The whole venue was extremely huge, and Wang Quanquan walked around in it for half an hour, and finally saw an old man with a white beard in the corner, who was talking to a beautiful girl, and his face was so smiling that he could kill flies.

"This girl, the deity is amazed at your bones, but are you willing to worship the old man and be a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world?"

The old guy was dressed in a white robe, and his words and deeds were indeed very similar to the legendary immortals, but it was a pity that his eyes were a little obscene, so that the woman who was accosted left in a hurry.

Looking at the other party's back, the old man shook his head with a little regret and said to himself:

"It's a pity, a good seedling."

"Master, what a coincidence?" Wang Quanquan stepped forward and grabbed the other party's shoulder, his tone calm.

The old man turned around, his face was surprisingly calm, and he didn't look embarrassed, "Ah, apprentice, you have come to see the pretty girl too?" ”

The corners of Wang Quanquan's mouth twitched, and he smiled without a smile:

"Didn't you break your life with Lifang Taibai?" ”

Li Changsheng stroked his beard and said with a smile:

"Judging by your cultivation, you should have been teleported back by Jiulongyi, right?"

"Lao Deng, it's time to pretend to be stupid, I'm afraid it's useless, right?"

"No, the me in front of you is not the current me, but the me from the past, the real present me, life and death are unpredictable at the moment."

Wang Quanquan ignored the other party's tongue twister-like words, slowly took off his shoes and said:

"Master has a saying that is right, at this moment, you are indeed unpredictable."

…… (End of chapter)