Shi Ji's eyes narrowed, and he pressed the strings.

A gray-haired old man appeared silently behind Kua's father.

No one could see how he appeared, except for Ishiji.

Just now, the moment she provoked Kuafu's anger, she accidentally triggered a terrifying qi machine, which was very subtle, but she still caught it.

The witches thought that she was going to use Taichu and Qin to kill Kuafu, but in fact she was not, she was targeting the great supernatural who was hidden beside Kuafu.

"Fuji Lao?"

"I've seen all of you!"

The old man was short in stature, with a strange face, dry and gray hair, and a hoarse voice, which made the listener tired.

Whether they know each other or not, all the great witches bow down and return the salute.

At the moment when the old man looked at Shi Ji, Shi Ji bowed and bowed: "I've seen my predecessors." ”

The old man's shriveled mouth pulled at the dry voice and rubbed: "Are you going with the old man, or do you want the old man to do it." ”

"The senior is from the Witch God Temple of Lord Emperor, right?" asked Shi Ji.

"Yes. ”

The old man replied with a blank expression.

"Then the senior must have been ordered by the emperor, right?" Shi Ji asked again.

"Yes. ”

The old man replied.

"But the emperor wants his predecessors to arrest me?" Shi Ji asked again.

The old man didn't speak for a long time.

Kua's father spoke: "Old Teng, the stone spirit is cunning, don't talk to her more, take it down!"

"Yes. ”

The old man's rotten hand reached out to the rock.

"Zheng!"

The beginning of the thrill.

"Xuan!"

Cold, clear.

A mysterious great text rose into the air, like ink pouring into the sky, the sky and the earth were dark, and fell into the eternal night.

Xuan Yu looked at the night sky obsessively, his lips trembled, he saw that Xuan, the pen walked the dragon and snake, coiled and turned, expelled the light, the text was as big as the sky, and it was as dark as the night.

The witches seem to be shocked and suspicious, and they will also be the ancestors of Xuanzi, but they think that they can't write such a big article, this article seems to be fiction and not fiction, and it is written in a way that is incomprehensible!

The sky and the earth are blue, and five green lights pierce the night sky, and the text is stagnant.

"Zheng!"

Breaking the ice at the beginning.

"Hades!"

Cold, dull.

A profound and mysterious text falls at the foot of the rock, such as the ice abyss, the world is cold, and everything is frozen.

The Xuan Ming came out together, and the heavy rain was connected.

"Good article!"

"What a curse!"

The dry and hoarse voice penetrated the heavy rain into Shi Ji's ears, and the five fingers of the withered hand grabbed Shi Ji standing between the big texts in the heavy rain at the same time, and the long and thick old nails on the rotten and withered fingers were green and shining, like five quenched blunt knives.

The blunt knife was approaching, and Shi Ji chanted a mantra to pluck the strings.

"Nine!"

A streamer, five fingers grasp the air.

Candle Flame looked at the shadowless open space, and muttered: Nine, or lurking in the abyss, or soaring in the sky, Wuji, Jiye.

Fuji Lao looked at his right hand empty-handed with some distraction, his shriveled and fleshless face moved, the corners of his mouth pulled slightly, and he pulled out a very stiff smile, and Fuji Lao muttered in his mouth: "What a calculation!

"It seems that you want to go in!"

"Hmmm......"

"It's good!"

"I'll break your little world first, see how you can hide?"

The old man moved straight to the ground, and in an instant it rained, and as soon as he entered the rain, it was a thunderclap.

A thunderbolt slammed down, and the old man didn't even lift his eyelids, and his sleeves broke.

One thunder broke, a hundred thunders came, and endless thunder blasted towards the old man.

The old man frowned, his head showed Xu Qingyun, an old vine was entrenched in it, and the old vine was dancing wildly, breaking the thunderclouds and breaking all the thunderclouds.

"Zheng!"

The primordial hum.

"Strong!"

A purple Xuanao Dawen rotated, and the endless shattered thunderclouds were thrown into it, the thunder was magnificent, the old vine did not dare to approach, the old man's face changed slightly, his body moved sideways, and he wanted to retreat, how did he expect that Dawen covered him, like a shadow, unable to dodge.

The old man frowned, snorted coldly, and raised his hand to break it.

Xing Tian also snorted coldly: "Break it, and you're not afraid of breaking old bones!"

"Boom!"

Heaven and earth trembled.

The thunderclouds broke, and the old man's arms hung down, except that his face was a little dark, and he couldn't see anything abnormal.

"It's a bit interesting to know the three ancestral witches!" the old man said meaninglessly.

There was no reply.

There is only one great text, the highest and greatest.

The old man opened his mouth: "Emperor Zunwen!"

The old man was surprised!

An 'emperor' text encompasses the heavens and the earth, the old man becomes smaller, and the space becomes larger.

Father Kua's expression is complex, his writing changes the world, his whimsical ideas are amazing.