"Senior, the Jingguan is difficult to break, it was the skeleton people who used the Shi clan to build the Jingguan."

I said it out loud.

"Can I not know this?"

The old man gave me a blank look.

Then, he said: "The people of the Shi clan who can be used to build the Beijing Temple are not ordinary people, and the high head mound on the Beijing Temple must be at least eight grades!" ”

Huo Zifu's words made me stunned.

Eight pins?

This was a big surprise to me.

How many heads does that Takatsuka have? How many people built that Kyoto Temple? Tens of thousands, right?

Tens of thousands of eight-pins?

In this way, it may not be very impactful, in other words, there are tens of thousands of heads of Wang Guoguang, Fang Ye and other figures, and that Jingguan has been built!

No wonder the skeleton man told me about Lao Huang's whereabouts, but he didn't worry at all that I could break his Jingguan.

According to the old way, if you really say so, the real six products may not be able to break the high mound of the head.

Perhaps, if you want to break the Jingguan of the skeleton people of Changbai Mountain, the Zhendeshi clan can unite to break it.

"Where did you get so many eight pins? I think, now all the eight grades of the scholar clan combined, there are not so many eight grades, right? I asked.

"Yes, but there is a history of two thousand years of scholars."

The old way back to me.

My eyes froze.

In this way, wasn't the skeleton man's Jingguan built overnight?

I wondered, what is the identity of the skeleton man?

What age is he?

Lao Dao smiled mysteriously at me: "I know better than anyone how powerful that Jingguan is, otherwise, I wouldn't have let your kid break the Jingguan, but our grievances would have been resolved." ”

"My seniors exalted me too much."

I sneered.

At this time, I listened to Lao Dao's words, and I always felt that he had something to say.

"Hehe, I let you go, definitely not for you to die, you have the help of this girl's piece, and the secret of the Liuguo Kingdom, although the strength is not strong, but it may not be impossible to break the Jingguan."

Lao Dao looked at me playfully, he paused, and then said: "The most important thing is that my niece is also extraordinary, and if you want to come, she will also help you." ”

Hearing this, I was thoughtful and didn't speak.

Rely on us, can you?

But the old way has said so, and I can only choose to believe him.

"I'll do my best to find Master as soon as possible while the truly powerful beings of the Shi clan don't react."

Finally, I agreed.

"Okay, little bird, put the old man down, I'm leaving."

Lao Dao nodded, and there was a slight tiredness in his eyes.

Then he patted the eagle on the head and said aloud.

The giant eagle immediately carried us to the surface.

And at this moment, I noticed that it seemed that something was not quite right in the eyes of the giant eagle looking at the old way.

The giant eagle is psychic, very psychic, in addition to not being able to speak, his spiritual intelligence is higher than that of normal people, and the power shown by the old man is also seen by the giant eagle.

Normally, the eagle should be afraid of the old ways, or fear the old ways.

But in the big eagle's eyes, I didn't see fear, I didn't even see respect, but I saw a very strange look.

It's an unbelievable look......

It's like ordinary people seeing a creature that doesn't exist at all.

Old Dao Huo Zifu patted the giant eagle's head again, and said: "Staying in the Divine Palace, it is better to follow the Kunlun Immortals, although the Kunlun Detention Technique will make you lose some freedom, but it can bring you a greater upper limit, of course, in this world, no matter human or beast, it is impossible to have everything." ”

That's when I realized.

The giant eagle is a bird of the Sun and Moon Shrine in Kunlun Mountain.

And the relationship between the Sun Moon Divine Palace and the old Tao is deep.

The eagle didn't respond to the old way, but he kept his head down, like a devout believer.

"Gone!"

The old way looked at me last.

"Wait a minute, senior!" I hesitated for a moment and called out to the old man.

"What?" Lao Dao picked his nostrils.

"Is your strength only six grades?" I asked.

"You think it's so, you think it's not, then it's not." Lao Dao replied to me casually, vaguely, said, and scolded: "What do you care about my strength?" Am I your father? ”

Listening to his scolding, I was silent.

After hesitating for a moment, I asked what I really wanted to ask in my heart: "Senior, please tell me, is the remnant soul of my master that appeared in front of the stone gate related to you?" The severed finger of Wenwang Temple, Huang Yongen who appeared in front of the Yan in front of the hall, is it you pretending to be again? ”

After asking, my mind went to the apex.

These questions have always been stuck in my heart, and I want to know the answers.

I know that Lao Dao may not tell me these answers, just like he never told me his true strength, and even his detailed identity, I have known him for so long, I don't know.

But for now, I still want to try.

If all this is related to the old way.

If all this is Lao Dao pretending to be my master.

Well, it actually means one thing.

Meant one thing, something I didn't want to happen at all.

"Hehe, you kid, what a goblin."

Lao Dao smiled at me and did not answer me positively.

But his answer seems to have explained a lot of things.

I took a deep breath and said, "Actually, my master Huang Yongen has long since died, he is not alive at all, the so-called second fraudulent death is just a game, not only my master, but also my master, Lin Suhe's mother, Lin Susu of the Lin clan of Jin'an, she is also dead." ”

"Their husband and wife have long since died."

"Am I right?"