After a while, the old man's soul stopped, and there were two figures in front of him, both sitting with their eyes closed, towering and motionless. One of them was tired, his eyes closed, and he seemed to be in a coma. And the other, his face is not very clear, he is dressed in gray, surrounded by sword energy, and there are nearly a hundred miniature flying swords hovering around his body, like a fairy in a sword.

The old man's face was solemn, he didn't expect that he just took away a person casually, how could such an unbelievable thing happen. There are actually two divine souls in a person's body, which makes him feel surprised and stunned after a long time of strong winds and waves.

The three were not very far apart, but the gray-clothed spirit still stood quietly with one hand on his back as if he couldn't see the old man's coming. It was as if there was something in this sea of knowledge that attracted him so much.

When the old man saw this, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he was surprised. I can see the other party, but the other party can't see me, which shows that the other party's soul and divine consciousness are not as strong as my own.

The old man stepped forward again, and after a few breaths, he was no more than ten steps away from the Grey Friar. And the gray-clothed soul still felt as if he had never seen him, carrying it with one hand on his back, pondering.

"Who are you?" the old man's eyes narrowed slightly, he didn't know if the other party was pretending to be profound, or if he was really arrogant, so he had the intention of temptation. If he went directly towards Luo Yuan's sitting soul, he would definitely have a flaw exposed, or gain the upper hand.

The gray-clothed soul still had his back to the old man, and after a few breaths, he asked rhetorically, "Who are you?"

The old man frowned slightly, the other party's words were unhurried, and the words he said gave people an extremely casual and absent-minded look. This made him even more hesitant and difficult to determine whether it was true or false. However, the old man is a thousand-year-old monster, and he replied to this without saltiness: "Many people liked to call the old man, the old man Wanzhu." As for the original name, it's been too long to remember. ”

When the gray-clothed soul heard this, he sighed lightly in his heart, but his face was silent, still not sad or happy, and replied without emotion: "No, you are not." That old man Wanzhu died a long time ago. Probably more than 500 years. ”

"Believe it or not, the old man doesn't need to lie to you about this. Thinking about it, the Ten Thousand Bamboo Sect has been scattered, and the trees have fallen and scattered. The old man spoke slowly.

"Well, it's kind of credible. The gray-clothed soul replied with great copability.

"Since you know the old man's name, and you know a little bit about the old man, you must be an old fellow. Don't you think you should turn around and tell me who you are?" the old man Wan Zhu said flatly, but there was a hint of murderous intent in his flat tone.

"Well, that's what you want. The gray-clothed soul smiled, then turned around and looked directly at the old man Wan Zhu coldly.

"What! it can't be! Who are you, how can you have two souls. When the old man Wanzhu saw the face of the gray-clothed soul, he immediately shouted in shock, like a mortal seeing a ghost. However, he was an old monster after all, he calmed down instantly, and then said coldly: "The old man knows, what kind of illusion you are using to confuse the old man." He's just a mere mid-stage Jindan, where did he get two soul bodies. ”

"Believe it or not, I don't need to lie to you about this. Come to think of it, now you are not far from death. The gray-clothed Luo Yuan spoke coldly, looking at the eyes of the old man Wanzhu, as if he was looking at a dead person, a corpse.

"Hmph, it's a mystery. A sword cultivator with overflowing sword aura and a fire path monk who controls fire, if they complement each other, the old man still believes in one or two points, and it is still unknown. But if you say that one of the two of you is an incarnation outside the body, hmph, it is not possible to treat the old man as a three-year-old child?

The gray-clothed Luo Yuan shook his head: "Self-righteous and ignorant. The Avatar Monk does not have a golden pill, but the Golden Pill monk may not have an incarnation. ”

The old man Wanzhu snorted coldly, and then a palm slapped out, and a huge spiritual power overwhelmingly headed towards the gray-clothed Luo Yuan, shaking Luo Yuan's entire sea of knowledge.

The gray-clothed Luo Yuan frowned, threw out his sleeves, and saw hundreds of sword shadows flying, shattering all that spiritual power.

"It's a bit of a means, Wanzhu puppetry, refining. The old man Wanzhu recited silently in his mouth, teased his hands, and made a Taoist mark, like a god and Buddha appearing. It emits an emerald green light that shines on the heavens, and it is awe-inspiring.

The gray-clothed Luo Yuan frowned slightly, put his fingers together with his sword, and gently moved forward. But seeing Luo Yuan's sea of knowledge surging, a sword intent burst out from the sea of knowledge, as if it could pierce the blue sky and destroy the eternals. The sword intent burst out, and thousands of sword qi flew and condensed, turning into a gray big sword that slaughtered the common people. This is the condensation of Luo Yuan's sword knowledge in the sea of consciousness, there is no purple qi, no Dao magic power, and no divine glow. Yes, only pure sword intent that is strong enough to slash everything.

The old man Wan Zhu was shocked in his heart, under the observation of his divine sense, the gray-clothed Luo Yuan in front of him no longer existed at all, and there was no sign of life. This gray-clothed Luo Yuan is a sword, a sword that can punish immortals and kill immortals. The old man Wanzhu didn't have time to think about it, the magic of his hands evolved rapidly, and after his figure, a bamboo forest suddenly appeared, and in the blink of an eye, the bamboo sea was churning, and every leaf was a drop of emerald **. However, if you look closely, you will find that in this seemingly vigorous and vigorous bamboo forest, every bamboo is buried with withered yellow. There is also a dead air floating out, and this bamboo forest has already returned to the light, and time is running out.

"Mourning the death, condensing the puppet!" The old man Wanzhu did not stop, the change of breath has not stopped, and the change of breath is coming. The verdant bamboo forest spread out in all directions, and on each bamboo, a black ring appeared, in which there was a strange imprint symbol. Then, the green of the bamboo suddenly disappeared, replaced by a black flood, as if it had been splashed with ink.

The old man Wanzhu narrowed his eyes, then bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of soul blood sprayed in the middle of the bamboo forest. Then, an imprint of Fang Cai appeared in the center of the bamboo forest, but it was the size of a radius of ten zhang, and a black pillar of light rose. The bamboo trembled, and the bamboo leaves flew, like sharp flying knives, enough to kill several Jindan monks. And that's just a start. Subsequently, Wan Zhu condensed and turned into an inky giant that stood up to the sky.

And the giant's face is very similar to the old man Wanzhu. It's as if he cast the law of heaven and earth, incarnating as a supreme demon lord, slaughtering all living beings. And the old man Wanzhu himself stretched out his arms and quickly integrated into the puppet giant.

"I see. Luo Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the side, opened his eyes, and his eyes were as calm as water.

"Hmm, weren't you hit hard by the old man, and you were about to lose your soul?" how did you wake up?" the old man Wanzhu couldn't help frowning, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

"Earlier, I also had some doubts, and I didn't believe that you would be the ancestor of Han Haohe, Old Man Wanzhu. But until now, I know why you're still alive. Luo Yuan shook his head, with a hint of admiration in his gaze at the old man Wanzhu.

"Oh? Interesting, let's talk about it. The old man Wanzhu carried his hands on his back, standing between the sea, like stepping on the top of the clouds, looking down on the common people, swallowing the sun and the moon, showing the style of the grandmaster of the year.

"According to common sense, you should indeed die, because your cultivation has not broken through to the Yuan Infant, and the longevity is insufficient. But you are indeed extremely talented, and you have refined yourself into a puppet, and you have used that bamboo tube to escape the wear and tear of the years and survive to the present world. However, even if you do your best, because your cultivation is only the reason for the golden pill, you can't be too against the sky after all, and you still can't escape the erosion of the years. So, even if you seem to be alive and vibrant. But in this vitality, the rich dead air, the withered yellow that seems to be buried deep in the emerald green, you can't hide it. Even if you don't die in my hands today, you don't have much time left. Luo Yuan sat cross-legged, looking at the old man Wanzhu with no joy or sorrow, calm and relaxed.

When the old man Wanzhu heard this, he finally sighed lightly and turned into a wry smile: "The future is terrifying, it is true, the old man has little time." The only regret is that a puppet of the Yuan Infant was not completely refined. I only hate this realm of golden pills, Shouyuan is not enough, and the old man is unable to break through Yuanying. If the gray-clothed sword body is really your method of incarnation outside your body, the old man is indeed not your opponent. The old man still has something to ask for, and I hope that the Taoist friend can agree. ”

Luo Yuan frowned slightly, he couldn't understand the old man Wanzhu in front of him, the other party had survived for too long, and he could reach the city of his mind. After hesitating, Luo Yuan asked, "What?"

"If the old man dies today, Daoist friends will learn this Ten Thousand Bamboo Puppet Technique. I don't want to carry it forward, but I don't want to cut off the inheritance of this technique. After all, this is the old man's hard work that has condensed thousands of years, and the dust has dissipated, and the old man is unwilling. The old man Wanzhu sighed, took out a jade slip, branded it with his soul, and then threw it to Luo Yuan.

The jade slip slowly floated in front of Luo Yuan, Luo Yuan pondered for a moment, and took the jade slip, he knew that people were dying and their words were good, so he nodded: "Yes."

"Okay! In this way, thank you Daoyou, carrying more than 1,500 years, the old man should also be liberated. The erosion of these years is really uncomfortable. The old man Wan Zhu said that, he dispersed all his spells, and like an old man in the twilight, he closed his eyes and waited for death to approach.

Luo Yuan groaned slightly, stood up, and became one with the gray-clothed avatar. In an instant, the divine glow gushed, and the whole body emitted a burst of light, and the sword intent diffused, and an astonishing power burst out.

With such a might, even a supreme monk like Old Man Wanzhu couldn't help but take a few steps back, his eyes full of horror.

"I won't kill you, Wanzhu puppetry, buy your life......"