The scene has changed again!

In front of Wang Dong was a mountain luan, the mountain range was undulating, faintly hovering in the night!

On the top of that mountain, there are two old men looking at the world!

The left hand is an old man in a green robe, the person is bathed in clear light, not like the people of the world, there is a green cow under the seat, the cow looks leisurely, is lying on the ground to eat grass.

The old man looked gloomy, sighed, and sighed with compassion and compassion.

The old Taoist said: Senior Brother Zhuang, you see, heaven and earth are not benevolent, and now this fourth day demon king has descended to destroy the world, this Tang Dynasty cultivator has declined, and there is no one in the world who can resist it. I have been quiet and inactive for so many years, and I deserve this catastrophe, but today I can't bear it.

The old man on his right hand, known as Senior Brother Zhuang, was dressed in a black robe, and his robe was stained, looking sloppy and. He sat down with a pengniao, but his expression was extremely arrogant. When the black-robed old Taoist heard this, he didn't act vulgarly, but just said softly: I'll go with my senior brother.

The old man in the green robe smiled indifferently: Idiot. How can there be no one among you and me who continues to take care of this world? I am in a surge of heart, and I have had to take action after years of hard work to cultivate my qi. Senior brother, you are strategizing, and your qualifications are even higher than that of foolish brothers, so you can't give up your life easily!

The sloppy old man looked at the world with cold eyes, and said: I have been thinking recently, if I have gained something in my dream, in more than a hundred years, the world will give birth to a person who should be killed, or it is unknown whether the fortune of this thousand years can be redeemed. If my senior brother endures it for a few more years, I will ask Peng'er to go and tear up that bullshit demon king.

Hearing this, the Peng Bird under the sloppy old Taoist seat, his eyes suddenly became blood-red, and an incomparable ferocity suddenly rose! The entire Yinshan Mountain Range trembled slightly, and it seemed that it was also ambushed by this incomparable might.

The old man in the green robe reprimanded: Idiot. You and I both know all the creations in this world, so why do you talk such nonsense? If Peng'er kills the Fourth Heaven Demon King, he 。。。。。。。。。 Speaking of his words, Lao Dao paused slightly, and then said: He must know, what is the difference between him and you and me? The demon king is easy to kill, and the destiny of heaven is difficult to violate.

The sloppy old man knew that his senior brother had made up his mind, so he kept silent.

The old man in the green robe turned around and said: The millennium has fallen, the historical truth has long been mottled, the world does not know that there are Qin and Han dynasties, let alone the Wei and Jin dynasties, and now that An Lushan is in power, he actually slaughtered the historians. This little guy is the only descendant of the famous historian Sima Qiangong of the former Han Dynasty, and you can protect him with me.

Wang Dong took a closer look, and it turned out that on the grass behind the two old Taoists, there was still a middle-aged man with a beautiful face, sleeping with his eyes closed. The man's lips were tightly closed, and even though he was asleep, he could not hide his stubborn ambition.

The old man in the green robe said: It's just that over the years, although I have many generations of sects, there is no one I really like. You and I pay attention, if you meet the talent of the heavens, and have the intention of being pure, you will accept me as a disciple, pass on my teachings, and call you Uncle in the future.

The corners of the sloppy old man's eyes were slightly red, and he turned around and carried the sleeping man on top of the Peng Bird, bowed, and disappeared.

Wang Dong seemed to feel something, stared at the old road that flew away on a Peng bird, and silently said to himself: Could it be that you are an old 。。。。。。。 Is it your old man?

At this moment, Wang Dong in the dream suddenly felt a strong surge, and as soon as it was dark in front of him, his soul flew into the endless void!

In a few moments, in that reality, in the woods and in the ruined temple, Wang Dong, who had been in a coma for a long time, opened his eyes.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the roof of the ruined temple, and when I looked sideways, the beautiful willow cherry blossom was sleeping on her side not far away. The willow eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, the apricot eyes trembled slightly, and they were indescribably charming and moving.

After a period of confusion, Wang Dong gradually adapted to the scene in front of him and completely sobered up.

As if blessed to the soul, Wang Dong's somewhat confused eyes gradually cleared.

He muttered, "Teacher Zhuang, you old pervert!"