World pedestal?

Bai Mo really didn't know what was going on with this so-called world pedestal, his brows were furrowed, and he just wanted to continue asking, when suddenly his expression was slightly stunned, and then the whole heartstrings looked ahead, in an absolute defensive state.

Long Bingshuang also became nervous in an instant.

Because in this cave, suddenly a ghostly coffin appeared, and this coffin was green all over, and there was no other color mixed in except green. What you think of as runes and the like, there is no sign of zài on them. And just after the coffin appeared, without giving Bai Mo any chance to make a move, he slowly opened it, and then a throne rose from it, and a figure sat proudly on the throne.

This figure is what makes Bai Mo the most nervous.

This is an old man with a white beard, wearing a series of yellow robes, he is burly and sturdy, sitting proudly on the throne, and the kind of aura released gives people the feeling that I am the only one in heaven and on earth. Although he said that he was sitting on the throne close at hand, it gave people a sense of distance in the distant starry sky. Standing in front of him, all that rises in your heart is an indescribable sense of alienation, and there is no second feeling other than this.

Deep.

Mysterious.

Powerful.

With such a feeling, it is already able to bring a sense of horror that is difficult to tell about the human race. Long Bingshuang stood here, his body was already trembling, but although Bai Mo said that he was a little confused by the scene in front of him, he really didn't have much of a panic. He didn't know how to say it when facing this guy. There is also a vague feeling of anticipation and familiarity in my heart, and it is this feeling that makes Bai Mo blurt out the first sentence after looking at each other. Loud in all directions.

"Do we know each other?"

"Are you cultivating the Qingtian Divine Guide?" the old man said calmly.

"Yes. Bai Mo nodded.

"Haha. ”

When Bai Mo said this, the old man looked up to the sky and laughed, in such laughter, I don't know why, Bai Mo felt an indescribable sadness, as if the old man's laughter was so vicissitudes, it was so sad.

What's going on?

Could it be that this old man has something to do with himself?

The old man asked about the "Qingtian Shenjian". Could it be that it has something to do with Kyushu?

But no, the master said that Kyushu has been passed down from the day it fell. There has never been a second person who cultivates the Qingtian Divine Jian, which means that no one will know about this kind of soul cultivation technique. But how could this person in front of him be able to penetrate his soul cultivation method at a glance, this was a bit too strange.

"Young Master, should we consider using your Heavenly Land to get out of here thoroughly?"

"Don't be in a hurry. "Bai Mo is reluctant to leave.

If the guess in your heart is correct. Then the old man I see now is likely to be the predecessor of Kyushu. That's not to say it's impossible. You must know that from the moment Bai Mo saw Daji in the First Divine Tomb, he knew that 100,000 years was a long time, but for some old antiques, they really had a secret technique to hide. Maybe the person in front of you is a person from that era, a person who can surprise him.

Bai Mo wants to stab the current Kyushu and bring back the Wu clan from the eyes of the Kyushu sect, that is, he can't give up any opportunity that may be hidden. Kyushu is the sect of White Ink, and it is the only super force that can fight against the Wu Clan. This force was not in the hands of the Wu clan before, and now Bai Mo has become a descendant of Kyushu. Naturally, it is necessary to make good use of it.

So Bai Mo is waiting.

"Senior, I don't know who you are?" Bai Mo asked in a deep voice.

"Who am I?"

The old man showed a vicissitudes of life on his face, stared at Bai Mo and said slowly: "I didn't expect that fate is really a wonderful thing, what I never thought was impossible before, it really became a reality in you." In this way, the old witch and I really failed at the beginning, I didn't expect him to be smart, he really has great ability, and he can even predict such a thing. But even if it could be foreshadowed?

His ambition is too big, he killed us all for his ambition, but unfortunately I didn't die, and if I hadn't, I'm sure the old witch wouldn't have died so easily. The old witch can definitely survive, even if all the limbs of his body are destroyed, he can survive. Since we can all live, it is Heaven that wants us to get justice. You say that we are inferior to you, but you don't know that ours is inferior to you, which is the beginning of your ruined miè. ”

God babble.

Unintelligible.

Bai Mo really didn't know what the old man in front of him meant by what he said, and his expression seemed to be in deep memory. The old man at this moment is really like having experienced countless world reincarnations, and the sadness and vicissitudes of life are unimaginable.

"I said too much, and now I will say these things to you, you may not know, but boy, since you can appear here, it means that this is fate, would you like to listen to me tell a story?" the old man suddenly said softly.

Storytelling?

It's okay to leave or right, just listen to your story.

"Listen up. Bai Mo said.

"This little dragon is your pet, too, if it weren't for that, how could he follow you willingly. It's kind of interesting that you can make dragons become your pets, and it seems that you really are the one of destiny. In that case, things are better said. This little dragon is watching from here, I won't let you go. ”

The old man casually swept over Long Bingshuang, and the words he said made Long Bingshuang really not know what to say. How did he become a little dragon himself? Do you know? Even in the dragon clan, I, Long Bingshuang, am a person of great prestige, and I have the absolute right to speak among the dragon clan. But in the mouth of this old man, I have become the so-called little dragon, but the worst thing is that in the face of this so-called little dragon title, I really have no possibility to refute it.

"A long, long time ago, there were three people in the Heavenly Dao interface. These three people are all great talents with earth-shattering ghosts and gods, and they are still good friends. Although it is said to be a brother, it is really strictly speaking. But they are closer than brothers. The three of them practiced together and traveled together, and those days were really chic. What they like to do is to be chivalrous, and nothing evil happens wherever they appear. ”

But all of that changed one day, because of that event, the three of them began to crack in their relationship with each other. In fact, it can't be said to be a very important thing, it is a small thing, but it is because of this so-called small thing. Let a qiē all change. It's hard to imagine that little thing can make such a big difference. In retrospect, that may not have been a trivial matter. Rather, it is a fuse that has been hidden for a long time. From the very beginning, the philosophies of the three people were different. ”

"These three people are called Lao Wu, they are called Lao Jiu, and they are called Lao Zong. The old witch believes in the supremacy of power. What is pursued is the power of the dead world. Lao Zong's favorite thing to do is to study space. I think that as long as you want, you can pass through the interface crystal wall at any time and appear anywhere. Different from the old witch and the old sect, Lao Jiu's favorite thing is to pursue the way of heaven, and only life is the highest in his heart, if the old witch cultivates the art of death, the old witch cultivates the art of life. ”

Old Witch, the art of death.

Old Nine. The Art of Life.

Lao Zong, the art of space.

When such three spells appeared in the sea of white ink knowledge. He suddenly had an indescribable feeling as he realized that this seemed to be closely related to him. He seemed to be surrounded by these three spells now.

"Do you feel a little excited?" said the old man calmly.

"Yes, I felt like something was wrong. Bai Mo said honestly.

"If you can feel it, it's not right if you can't. But for now, listen quietly to my story, because the story I am going to tell is very important to you. The old man didn't mean to explain.

Bai Mo listened respectfully.

The development of things is already getting more and more interesting, Bai Mo vaguely seems to have touched the reason for the great change in the pattern of the Heavenly Dao interface back then, so he is waiting quietly, he really wants to know what is going on with this qiē.

"You said that if you cultivate quietly like this, this is also understandable. No matter how good they are with each other, they can't interfere with other people's beliefs. However, things took a turn here, and the old sect who cultivated space art finally verified his theory, and he was able to communicate with any world at will as long as he wanted. But because of this, the consequences were tragic, and foreign monsters suddenly appeared in the Heavenly Dao interface. ”

"Each of these monsters is very powerful, and any one of them who stands up has the ability to kill the tenth level of the great god in seconds. When they appeared, they began to wreak havoc on the Heavenly Dao interface, and at that time, they really brought about a catastrophe that ruined their nature. This is the end of the Heavenly Dao as you know, after the original Heavenly Dao Apocalypse came, the entire Heavenly Dao interface began to fight. They have to fight, they have to fight for their homeland. ”

"It was in such a battle that the old witch led his family to rush to the forefront, relying on the domineering of cultivating the art of death, and simply suppressed these demonic fogs to the mysterious battlefield. At that time, the sect founded by Lao Jiu also followed it, but they all fell. You really said that if at that time, the entire Heavenly Dao interface made the strongest last fight, maybe it would be able to completely kill the monster. ”

However, this qiē began to change again, as the culprit Lao Zong made another fateful decision at this time, he even took advantage of the fact that Lao Wu and Lao Jiu were seriously injured, and decisively sealed the mysterious battlefield. The most direct consequence of this is that the old witch was sealed in the mysterious battlefield, and the old nine who escaped by luck hid and fell into a deep sleep, but the old master was calling for wind and rain outside, continuing his spatial research. ”

When the old man said this, the expression on his face was cloudy and uncertain, as if he was still immersed in that atmosphere of sadness and anger when he retold it many years later. Whenever he thought of the tragic scene at that time, the old man would have an urge to kill.

Bai Mo's mood had already begun to get excited, and he stared at the old man and said in a trembling voice: "Could it be that the old witch you are talking about is the co-master of the twelve tribes of the Wu Clan, the founder of the Wu Clan's Heavenly Court, Wu Zun?"

"You finally guessed, that's right, the old witch is Wu Zun. The old man said sadly.

"In this case, could it be that you are the Founding Sect Master Jiuwen who founded the Kyushu Sect?" Bai Mo said urgently.

"Yes, I'm Nine Questions. Nine asked.

Rumble.

Sure enough, it was nine questions. (To be continued......)