The sound of rustling footsteps suddenly came from far and near.

The fog was thick and he couldn't see anything, but Ye Chuan's ears suddenly stood up and came back to his senses, and he sacrificed the iron-blooded banner as quickly as he could, and the cold murderous aura rolled in the direction where the footsteps came.

Although Qing Tianhou, the national teacher Jiang Tongsheng and many demons are gone, it is not excluded that there are still a few powerful loose cultivators left, and Ye Chuan does not dare to be careless. After being severely injured by Qingtian Weather, he is now drenched in blood, but he is afraid that he will not be able to exert his five successful powers, and he suddenly encounters a powerful big devil, and the consequences are unimaginable.

"My lord, it's me!"

In the fog, there was a vaguely familiar voice, and it didn't take long for a tall figure to come out of the fog, tall but slightly hunchbacked, with a lot of wrinkles on his face, and a dragon's head crutch in his hand. It was none other than the old devil who was famous in the nearby seas.

"Is that you?"

Ye Chuan was a little surprised, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he still didn't dare to let his guard down.

In the tomb of the Great Monarch, the old devil not only did not fall into the well, but also risked being burned to ashes by the fire elves to make a reminder, which added a lot of goodwill to Ye Chuan's heart. However, people are unpredictable, and they can't trust others at any time, especially at this time, there is no difference between being careless and looking for death.

The Eighteen Demon God Banner, the great killer left by a generation of kings, who doesn't want it?

Ye Chuan didn't dare to be careless, and the ten heaven-swallowing talismans in his body spun together, secretly brewing the strongest blow.

"Yes, it's me. ”

The old devil nodded from the island, who is he? The big devil who was rampant saw the vigilance in Ye Chuan's heart at a glance, stopped and stopped walking, and said: "My lord, I have no malicious intentions, and I don't have any thoughts about the eighteen demon god flags in the golden sarcophagus. Many things are destined, if it is mine, it is mine, after all, no one can snatch it away, and if it is not mine, it will be reluctantly not coming, even if it is grabbed, it will not be able to keep it, and it will not even be refined. ”

"You're still a little self-aware. ”

Ye Chuan smiled, looked the old devil up and down like a scattered person on the island, sat down cross-legged on the spot to bandage the wounds on his body, put the iron-blooded banner aside casually, and deliberately stopped looking at the old devil to heal his wounds.

The mountain is dangerous, and it is possible to fall into some prohibition or encounter a powerful big devil at any time, and the wound cannot be allowed to deteriorate, Ye Chuan quickly bandaged the wound and healed. In addition, this is also a test of the old devil of the outlying islands, if the latter really has any wrong thoughts, now is definitely the best time to make a move.

"I, Zhong Moli, have always been self-aware and cautious, otherwise, I wouldn't be alive today. ”

The old devil left the island and smiled wryly, the power fluctuation in his body was smooth and calm, there was no murderous aura on his body, there was no sign of moving, on the contrary, his face was full of trouble, "However, the path of cultivation becomes more and more difficult later, no matter how cautious you are, I am afraid that this time it will be difficult to escape the catastrophe, alas, ......"

"Do you want me to help you resolve the calamity and avoid going mad?" Ye Chuan observed his words, and quickly understood the meaning of the old devil leaving the island and scattering people, and suddenly his heart suddenly changed, no wonder the old guy took the risk to help in the tomb of the Great Monarch, and he was prepared for daring.

"Yes, my lord, I really can't resist this time, the Qimen acupoint is getting more and more painful, and the true qi in the body is becoming more and more difficult, and the doppelganger has not yet been condensed, I'm afraid the deity is about to collapse, my lord, you must save me!"

The old devil was sincere in his words, bowed respectfully, and even wanted to kneel down for Ye Chuan. At this time, his life is about to be gone, and he can no longer care about his face and identity.

In the decades since he cultivated the Ancient Clone Technique, he felt that something was wrong, and after breaking into the Holy Land of the Kraken Race, the signs became more and more obvious. This time, I'm afraid it's not an ordinary madness, but the limit of life and death, relying on himself, and he doesn't have a grasp of the past.

As a master at the pinnacle of the real realm, Zhong Moli, a deserter from the island, has experienced a lot of madness in his life, but he has never been so strong this time. The feeling of unprecedented danger completely destroyed his self-confidence, and he couldn't find any way to deal with it. Deigned to take refuge in Qingtianhou, just to find a big backer to help him get through the difficulties, but he didn't expect that Qingtianhou is very powerful, but unfortunately, it is not reliable at all. On the contrary, it was Ye Chuan, the fake Elder of the Benlei Gate, who gave the worried old devil a glimmer of hope.

"I know a thing or two about the ancient clone technique, and I have practiced it before, but I haven't cultivated deeply and am not proficient, so I'm afraid it won't help you. I'm sorry, but if you really feel that the limit of life and death has arrived, it's better to find a master who defends the sky as soon as possible, and don't waste time here. Ye Chuan politely refused, paused, looked at the old devil and smiled, "By the way, haven't you already taken refuge in Qingtianhou? Why don't you go to him? ”

"My lord, you are a master against the sky, and only you can save me. Please, my lord. ”

The old devil was in a hurry to leave the island, and knelt down with a plop, "My lord, as long as you help, in the future, I Zhong Moli will be your servant, and I will swear to be loyal to you for the rest of my life and never betray." My relationship with Optimus is at best just a guest of his, just an ordinary refuge without swearing allegiance, and Optimus is waiting for him...... and he ......"

Seeing the teasing smile on Ye Chuan's face, the old devil was anxious to leave the island, but after all, he had taken refuge in Qingtian, although the latter was chilling, but he didn't want to say bad things about him in front of outsiders. Otherwise, wouldn't he be saying that he is a two-faced person in disguise?

A flash of appreciation flashed on Ye Chuan's face, and he saw the change in the expression of the old devil who was separated from the island, and said: "I understand, helping people resolve the limit of life and death has always been the most dangerous and troublesome, and Qingtian is reluctant to make a move, the deity is ......."

Ye Chuan shook his head, with a look of helplessness, and he did not have the slightest interest in the allegiance of the old devil to the island.

"My lord, I have a book of ancient doppelganger techniques, which I can dedicate to you!" replied the old devil who was away from the island, hoping to impress Ye Chuan, and he also knew the difficulties and dangers of helping people resolve the limit of life and death.

Ye Chuan smiled and shook his head again, "That ancient clone technique remnant of yours, I have a problem with my own cultivation, what use am I going to come?"

The old devil wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "My lord, I have an island, there are hundreds of disciples and servants on the island, and there is also a gold mine, all dedicated to your lordship, how about it?"

"Zhong Moli, right? Do you think these earthly things are useful to me?" Ye Chuan shook his head, his heart moved, but on the surface, his tone was faint, and he looked like a worldly master and a detached person.

"My lord, I can swear allegiance to you, I can be your dead soldier, I ......" The old devil was in a hurry to leave the island, and wanted to give Ye Chuan a bigger reward, but he couldn't think of it after racking his brains. Humanity is a book to be used when it is hated less, but as everyone knows, spars and treasures or something, when it comes to handy, I know that how many are not enough.

"Alas, Zhong Moli, do you think I lack subordinates and dead soldiers?" Ye Chuan shook his head again, the people from the island were also a big devil who dominated the party, and he was not very satisfied with squeezing out such a little thing.

"I ...... , I still have a few flying swords, and a dragon head cane......"

The old devil is really out of luck, and he even has to give the crutches in his hand to Ye Chuan, racking his brains to think about all the slightly weighty family backgrounds. Thinking about it, he suddenly slapped his forehead vigorously and took out a sheepskin from his arms, "By the way, my lord, I have an ancient Siren map here, which records the terrain of the Kraken Race's holy land. With this map, you might be able to find the real Lost City, you see......"

"Siren Diagram?"

Ye Chuan's eyes lit up, and without waiting for the old devil to send it himself, he grabbed the ancient sheepskin in the air with a big hand void, looked down, and quickly became excited.