When Kujiu told another person in his story, this person was in Qingzhou. No one knows who this person is, and he himself knows one thing very well: he is not a national teacher, and he has never been a national teacher. As for who he is, it no longer seems to matter. And when it came to the moment when who he was important, as he himself said, the world was shocked as soon as the name came out.

He sat cross-legged on top of the golden dragon's head, still reading with his head down.

It was no longer late at night, so his face and body shape were clearer. But I don't know why, but even then he is still a little vague. This kind of ethereal blur is different from the virtual body crows under his hands, because it seems that his physical body is real, and there is no flaw in it.

It is precisely because the light is better during the day that people who look at him notice that his eyes are a little different. His eyeballs are all black, and there are no white eyeballs. So theoretically he was blind, but he was reading so casually but seriously. He was wearing an ordinary cloth shirt, and on his feet were a pair of gray but clean cloth shoes. His appearance is not very handsome, but it is so, as if a picturesque sentence can depict him.

The mighty golden dragon sat down on him, and the golden dragon was his divine seat.

Only he can make this unruly golden dragon so obedient. He is the only one who can be willing to become a mount for such a divine object.

Therefore, although it seemed that this huge golden dragon was far more imposing than him, the Endless Ghost King still focused his attention on the body of this middle-aged man in cloth. What worries the Endless Phantom King the most is that as soon as this person came, half of the black clouds that shrouded thousands of miles dispersed. Everywhere he went, the sky was clear, and the clouds retreated as if they had met a nemesis.

Qingliang Mountain, which was originally shrouded, was mostly exposed at this time. Therefore, all the things that the Endless Phantom King has built these days have been exposed in broad daylight. This gave him the shame that he had to reveal all his secrets, but he could only endure it for the time being.

The Endless Phantom King was very conceited, but no matter how conceited he was, he could see that he was definitely not this person's opponent.

Even, he couldn't beat the golden dragon that the man sat on.

Was that a real golden dragon? If so, how could such a noble creature be willing to be a mortal's mount? Let such a mortal sit on top of its noble head all day long, and let him call the shots.

"Who are you?"

It took a long time for the Endless Phantom King to ask this question.

The middle-aged man who was sitting cross-legged on top of the golden dragon's head and reading did not look up, and replied in the same tone as when he replied to Ku Jiu's question about who he was more than ten years ago. If Ku Nineteen was present now, he might feel better, because in this person's eyes, there was no difference between even the Endless Ghost King and a small slave.

"You are not qualified to know my name. ”

He finished the last page of the book, and let out a long sigh of relief, his expression was very comfortable. It's like just taking a sip of a peerless wine, eating a mouthful of a peerless delicacy, or just kissing a peerless beauty. Perhaps by now, nothing has soothed him more than books.

After reading the book, he seemed to be in a better mood. He beckoned, and then two golden crows pushed a cart over. The car was full of books, and with a wave of his hand, those books floated in the sky, densely and neatly, and it was spectacular.

The books formed a circle around him, and he read them for a while before picking up one and sitting down cross-legged again. The floating books flew back into the car on their own, and two powerful golden crows pushed the cart away.

The Endless Phantom King once killed a golden crow, even if he looked down on the golden crow, he had to admit that the golden crow was powerful. A golden crow, far more powerful than the average Abyss Beast King. But in the presence of that man, these golden crows were like slaves. And the Endless Phantom King could see that those crows had an unparalleled awe for that person. This kind of awe could not be found in the attitude of the abyssal beast towards the Endless Phantom King. Therefore, the Endless Phantom King is a little jealous, and jealousy will make people move some killing thoughts.

The person sitting on the golden dragon smiled slightly: "It's not easy to remember you, so don't kill, you have your karma story, don't let me finish you, wouldn't your story be too boring and boring." There have been many people who have had murderous thoughts against me, and I have not been afraid. When I had murderous thoughts, the whole world would be afraid. So you go on doing your thing, and I do mine, and if you interfere with me any more, I will kill you. ”

The Endless Phantom King opened his mouth, and finally didn't dare to say anything, he really didn't dare.

So he simply gave up and made a gesture that he thought was very atmospheric: "Please." ”

He moved out of his place, then said a please.

The middle-aged man on top of the golden dragon's head smiled, without a trace of sarcasm, but deeply stabbed the self-esteem of the Endless Phantom King and said, "If you don't invite, I won't come?"

The Endless Phantom King felt that he had been humiliated, and it was a humiliation that he could not send back the humiliation in a short period of time. At this time, he suddenly understood one thing, any dignity in the face of absolute strength is nonsense. The cloth-clothed man looked so ordinary, and he didn't seem to have the aura of a king, but he just understated a few words, and the Endless Phantom King didn't even have the courage to resist.

Can't even beat other people's mounts, what else can they resist?

The middle-aged man pointed in the direction of the Mantian Sect of Qingliang Mountain, and tens of thousands of crows began to float towards it, and the scene was as if a thick layer of dark clouds were enveloping it. Not long ago, there were dark clouds hanging over Qingliang Mountain, but compared to this dense crow, the previous dark clouds seemed to be completely different from the same level. Countless crows broke into the original Mantian Sect, and then entered the inland river and found the location of the original Nine Shadows Dungeon.

The golden dragon hovered in the sky, and the middle-aged man seemed to think of something after reading a few pages of the book, he closed the book in his arms, and got up with the pot of old wine. Sitting down, the golden dragon screamed in a low voice as if aggrieved and coquettish, he suddenly smiled, pulled the cork of the wine jug and poured a drop, no more, no less, only one drop.

The golden dragon opened his mouth to catch this drop of old wine, which was really nothing compared to its massiveness. But there was a distinct sense of satisfaction on its face, as if it were not easy to be rewarded with a drop of wine.

"Don't go far, I'll go down and have a look, I don't know if I haven't been here for many years, this place is still not the same. Although I didn't want to go, it seemed a bit deliberate not to come. What I want now is to be comfortable, just be happy. ”

The golden dragon circled, and a drop of wine actually drunk it. It flew a little crookedly, so that the flying abyssal beasts not far away thought something was wrong with it and avoided it. Among them, there are fierce and not afraid of death, thinking that an opportunity has come, and they come forward to prepare for a surprise attack. The golden dragon opened its mouth with drunkenness and spat out a mouthful of dragon breath, which was extremely hot, and the golden fire spread, and there was even a wine-scented wine burp in it.

With a hiccup, the dragon's breath spread all over the sky, and at least more than a thousand abyssal beasts that thought they could sneak attack the golden dragon and thought they could escape were burned by the dragon's breath. As soon as they came into contact, those abyssal beasts turned to ashes. The dragon's breath condensed and continued to spread into the distance, flying out for a few miles before burning it for a few miles. It was four or five abyss beast kings who came out and tried together to stop the dragon's breath, but they couldn't do their best.

The golden dragon snorted disdainfully, took the dragon's breath, and burped again. The smell of alcohol spread out, and the four or five Abyss Beast Kings who were going to come over to reason turned out to be weak and drunk at the same time. It's just a drop of wine, drunk with a golden dragon. It's just a wine burp, drunk with four or five abyss beast kings.

The golden dragon simply fell down and lay there, and quickly fell asleep, but who would dare to provoke it again? Sleeping soundly on the territory of the abyssal beast, this is the strength of the golden dragon.

The middle-aged man in the cloth shirt didn't even look back, nor did he fly or sweep, but slowly walked towards the Mantian Sect step by step. He walked past the dilapidated outer sect, looked at the ruins and leaned over slightly and said a word of hardship. I don't know who he is talking about in this sentence of hard work, this picture looks like a different kind of vicissitudes.

He walked along the tree-lined path through the forest, which was originally the boundary between the inner and outer sects, but during the war, the barrier was broken, and even the realm spirits had been killed. He walked slowly, his dark eyes looking around from time to time. It seemed that he could see the tragedy that had happened in every broken tree, and it seemed that he could smell the blood of that time from the breath that remained in the woods.

He walked to the middle of the woods, leaned over the woods and said bitterly.

Then he continued on foot and walked to the inner sect. The inner sect of the Mantian Sect, where the largest sect in Qingzhou is located, although it cannot be compared with those first-class sects in the world, but in the hearts of countless young people in Qingzhou, to be able to enter the inner sect is to ascend to the sky. How many people can't kneel down in the outer sect in order to seek the Tao and seek cultivation, and in the end all they get is a sigh? Everyone wants to change their lives, but who can enter the Fortune Reform Tower?

He walked to the waterfall and stopped, looking up. The Lingyun Hall is still there, and it used to be the place where the Inner Sect Master lived. His eyes are blind, but whatever he wants to see, there is nothing he can't see. He seemed to see a sturdy old man coming down the stone steps beside the waterfall with a broom in his hand, the old man was vain and long gone, but he could see it. Looking at the old man, his expression was a little strange.

Then he said to the old man with the broom, you are also hard, but he did not lean over slightly. Maybe it's because the woods are real and the waterfalls are real, but this old man is virtual.

He walked into the cave behind the waterfall and seemed to be very familiar with it. He still didn't use the slightest bit of cultivation, but the waterfall that fell from the top of the mountain automatically avoided him, and it seemed that there was an invisible power in him, even the water was afraid. He walked along the cave and down the river. The boat in the river was still there, and he stepped on the boat and stood at the bow. The boat moved on its own, steady and flat.

When the man in the cloth arrived, the boat docked by itself. He walked slowly up to the boundary wall, where there were still countless faces clashing, as if desperately trying to rush out.

The cloth-clothed man paused slightly, looked at the boundary wall and said: "The boundary wall is woven from the withered hair of the divine servant, even if it is withered hair, it is still a god's thing, maybe it is the lowest god, but it is enough to seal you." I've been struggling for so many years, why don't you just settle down?"

Then he seemed to suddenly remember something, and actually smiled happily: "I forgot, you can't go anywhere and can't go back forever because you are sealed by the boundary wall, you can't go anywhere, you can't go back, it's really happy." ”

After saying this, the others disappeared, and in the next second, he stood at the entrance of the endless abyss. Countless crows are flying into it.

He opened his arms, and finally had some emotion on his face: "This is a new era, for the past and for the future...... I am here." ”