Listening to the old man's self-report, the earth-shattering Jiao subconsciously shook his huge body, and the waves of water slapped on the shore like a wave, but before the wave touched the old man, it turned into a mist and scattered between heaven and earth.

"Shhh...... Are you from the East China Sea?" the shocking Jiao's eyes widened, and a cold air burst from the dark scale armor.

The white-haired old man arched his sword in his hand and said in a deep voice: "The old man is a cyclalist in the East China Sea, and he took the liberty of disturbing this place today, just to take away a drop of the Fountain of Youth. ”

Hearing the name of the East China Sea Cyclamen, the earth-shattering Jiao was unmoved, but Ling Jiang was shocked, "Didn't Miss Xi Yao say that there are no immortals in this world? Or did you say that all the immortals in this world were killed by the immortal in front of you?"

Ling Jiang didn't dare to think about it further, if this was the case, how terrifying the strength of the white-haired old man in front of him must be? How could the human world allow such a person to exist? These were too far away for Ling Jiang, he could only fantasize, but he couldn't see through the mysteries.

"Shhh...... Slashing Immortals?" Shocking Jiao let out a sneer, "This is such a big breath, since you are from the East China Sea, you should know the rules of this Fountain of Immortality." I have been guarding here for tens of thousands of years, and it is precisely because I am bound by this rule. If the rules are not broken, I will not be able to turn into a dragon and ascend to the sky. This cold pool of water and qi can inhibit my transformation, and it can also suppress your realm under the ten realms, even if you are a real immortal, in front of me, you are just an ant. Hiss...... I haven't talked to anyone for a long time, and I'm still quite lonely in the end, since I'm here, don't be in a hurry to leave, stay here and stay with me for a hundred years. ”

"Hundreds of years?" Ling Jiang felt uneasy in his heart, how could he feel that he had been cheated by this old guy in front of him? Even if he was very strong, but the earth-shattering Jiao also said, even if the gods came to him, they were like ants in front of him, could this old man be more powerful than the immortals?

"Meow ......" only heard a cat meow ringing in his ears, Ling Jiang suddenly trembled, only to find that the white cat behind him had climbed onto his shoulder and lay on his stomach at some point. Ling Jiang looked down at the wet and slippery ground, and did not drive it down. Cats are naturally afraid of water, and Ling Jiang also knows this. It's just that the white cat's fluffy white fur sticks to his neck, and he always feels a bit of itching, which makes him shiver from time to time.

Roar!

At this moment when Ling Jiang was distracted, the earth-shattering Jiao let out a roar that looked up to the sky, and the water splashed like a missile on the rock wall, and kept rolling down the rubble. Fortunately, there was an old man standing in front of Ling Jiang, and the murderous splash failed to hurt him.

I saw the old man lift the long sword, the sword light became more dazzling, and the tide that slapped in front of him turned into a clear stream under the illumination of the sword light, winding around the sword body.

The tide of the East China Sea, the sun and the moon rise.

Ling Jiang suddenly saw the rapidly rising and falling tide, reflecting the rising and setting of the sun. I saw a slender sword, splitting through this boundless sea, and the sword qi and sword intent pierced the sky.

Roar!

The sword light gradually became dim, and with a loud roar from the earth-shattering Jiao, a sword mark was left on his pitch-black scales, and Yin Hong's blood continued to overflow along the three-foot-long sword mark, dripping into the cold pool, and the sound was deafening.

The white-haired old man walked alone in the air, standing upright on the cold pool, and the white lingering cold air looked very bright under the light of the sword, like a fairyland.

Shocking Jiao ignored the sword on his body, a trace of anger appeared between his eyebrows, and his two tentacles were also tightly straight.

"Human, you've me off. The earth-shattering Jiao roared, "I've decided, you guys should die now!"

The white-robed old man said unhurriedly: "I just want to take a drop of the Fountain of Youth, and I will never take more, as for your injury, I will also compensate you with some heaven and earth elixirs to apologize." ”

The earth-shattering Jiao ignored the old man's words, and fiddled with his body frantically, the long and thick black body was very scary, almost covering the sky and the sun.

"Those who covet the fountain of immortality will be killed!" the earth-shattering Jiao shouted, the pair of horns above his head glowing golden. In fact, it was not a horn, but a pair of dragon horns, this earth-shattering Jiao has been cultivating in the cold pool for ten thousand years, and it is only half a step away from turning into a dragon, and it is precisely this half step that makes its cultivation stagnant for ten thousand years, without the slightest growth.

The white-haired old man didn't rush out of his sword this time, he gathered several glittering sword qi around him, the horizontal sword in front, and his eyes were level at the golden dragon horn. Obviously, the golden light on the dragon's horn was enough to cover the sword glow around him, as if he had hit a stone with an egg.

The dragon's horn emitted a streamer, like a flood in the heavenly river, and the golden light pierced the eternal void, carrying the mighty momentum of thousands of horses galloping to startle the sky.

The earth-shattering Jiao shouted: "I want to see what kind of ability you have to kill immortals." ”

The time for the golden light to flow was very short, but in the eyes of the old man, it was extremely long, he tapped his toes, lifted his sword and flew into the air, and before touching the streamer, he slashed forward with his sword, and used a series of sword moves.

Chop the flat river and break the sea tide.

Under the light of the streamer, the sword in the old man's hand looked extremely ordinary, and from a distance, it looked no different from a sharp sword made of mortal iron. The moment he retracted the sword in his right hand, he suddenly sprinted forward with lightning speed and slashed out a sword.

This sword did not shoot cold, nor did it have an earth-shattering roar, but it really split the streamer in front of him into two. This sword seems to be extremely domineering, but on the old man's arm, several blood streaks have cracked, and blood drip by bit fell into the streamers on both sides, and his mouth and nose were also spilled with blood.

Clang!

The old man moved forward very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the blade of the sword was draped over the pair of dragon horns, echoing softly.

The streamer dissipated, and the world was quiet.

Just before the darkness was about to fill this world, Ling Jiang saw the earth-shattering Jiao struggling to shake its long tail and slap the white-haired old man off in front of him in one fell swoop. Then, there was nothingness in front of him, and the long night completely exploded, and he once again ascended to the throne of dominance.

Rumble!

The deafening sound of falling water resounded through the dark night, and the Dao wave rushed towards Ling Jiang, making him unable to stand on his feet at all, and slammed against the rock wall behind him along the wave.

The force of this wave was very strong, and Ling Jiang slipped down from the rock wall, feeling as if his body was about to fall apart, and his limbs were in indescribable pain. But before he could react, the second wave followed, and soon the third ...... Five waves rushed in front and back, almost not letting Ling Jiang drown in the water.

If it weren't for the fact that he was already a martial artist who had crossed the first mountain, he would have already been unconscious after these twists and turns.

He looked at the endless darkness and thought to himself: "I don't know if that senior is still alive, the East China Sea Cyclad, in the end, is this person standing on the top of the mountain in the world, and it can be regarded as content to see this battle." ”

He was glad that he had picked up a life, he breathed a few breaths, and then he struggled to get up from the ground, and every step he took made his whole body ache, and he could only endure it. At the moment, what he was worried about was the white cat, and he didn't know if it was still alive after being swept away by the wave.

Sou!

It was as if someone had cut a beam of light in the darkness, and the light was dim, but it was enough to illuminate the way forward.

I saw that on the small test plate in the middle of the cold pool, there was a white-haired old man, and the sword light on the green edge in his hand flickered and dimmed, like a broken candle, which could be extinguished at any time. He was already in tatters and covered in blood, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a bloody man.

"For this fountain of youth, I almost put my life into it. The old man held a crystal clear white jade bottle in his hand, looked at it and smiled bitterly, "But what's the matter? As long as I can let my old friend live for another ten years, it will be worth ...... me to die."

"Senior, are you okay?" Ling Jiang stood on the edge of the cold pool and shouted at the old man in the middle.

The old man glanced at Ling Jiang standing on the edge of the darkness, nodded slightly, and replied in a loud voice: "Don't worry, since I promised to take you out of this forest, I won't break my promise." I'll take a moment of pranayama and send you out. ”

Hearing this, Ling Jiang finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and began to look around for the white cat.

"Little white cat, where are you?" Ling Jiang didn't dare to go too far, he could only swim around the edge of this faint beam of sword light, "If you can still hear it, just scream." ”

But Ling Jiang called for a while, but he still couldn't hear the white cat's voice, and he couldn't help but feel a little lost in his heart.

"I hurt it......" Ling Jiang lamented in his heart, if he didn't let the white cat follow, maybe she would still be living well outside, and she wouldn't die in this ghost place. But think about it, it's actually not a loss, at least one Jiaolong is buried with him......

At this time, the white-haired old man had already stood up from the disc, and he looked at the clear spring in the eyes of the stone pan spring, as if shining with colorful light, and there was a very charming power, and he wanted to let people plunge into it.

But he knew it was all false. The Fountain of Immortality is the treasure of the world, and he can take this drop from the ghost gate for a while, if he is insatiable, he will not be able to take away a drop.

That's the rule.

With a sword in one hand, he stood on the edge of the stone plate and looked at the cold pool, and couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Slaying a dragon is a sin, and killing a Jiao is also a sin. Jiao is a hidden dragon, although he may not be able to turn into a dragon, but no one knows if he can really turn into a dragon and ascend to the sky in the future.

The old man waved his sleeve slightly, and dozens of elixirs flew out of his sleeve and fell into the cold pool.

The Heaven-shattering Jiao is not dead, these dozens of elixirs can allow him to wake up one day and continue to guard this fountain of immortality.

The old man put away his long sword, leaving only a sword qi glowing with light and shadow. He walked with his feet on the water, as if he were on the ground, without even a ripple. Ling Jiang looked at it with emotion, the so-called snow treading without a trace in the book can't achieve such strength, right?

The old man was seriously injured and walked very slowly, and it took half a cup of tea to move forward by three points.

呲呲......

But at this moment, the cold air of Sen Sen once again couldn't stop rising, and the old man's eyebrows suddenly flashed with a solemn color.

Crash!

A stream of water rushed from under his feet to the sky, and the white jade bottle containing the Fountain of Immortality also flew into the air.

"The Fountain of Youth, not a drop is indispensable!"

There was a hoarse voice under the cold pool, he was very weak, if it weren't for the dozens of elixirs that the old man had put in, he would have been able to wake up in at least half a year.

Immediately afterward, several more streams of water surged, and in an instant, a water cage was built around the old man, imprisoning him from advancing.

"My old friend Yang is approaching his life, just ask for a drop of the Fountain of Youth, that's all!" the old man exclaimed as he looked at the jade bottle that fell from the sky.

"It's the rule, I can't say yes. You saved me, and I can let you go in peace. The earth-shattering voice came from under the cold pool.

The old man's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he knew that he had no power to return to heaven......

Ling Jiang looked up at the jade bottle that fell down, maybe the water flow was not right at the right time, and he always felt that the jade bottle was falling in his direction, but it would still fall into the cold pool.

Ling Jiang looked up at the old man, and in an instant, he had already made a decision in his heart.

I saw it struggling to jump out of the cold pool, trying to grab the jade bottle that fell down.

"I can't help myself!" said the shocking Jiao coldly, but he didn't stop him.

Because Ling Jiang's steps were too small, there was still a long one foot away from grabbing the jade bottle, but his figure was already falling.

The white-haired old man looked at Ling Jiang's move, his heart trembled, he knew that the end of the young man falling into the cold pool was a certain death. The slightest mistake made him feel even more guilty.

"Meow!"

Ling Jiang heard a cat meow in despair, only to see a white cat running out of the darkness, and like him, he jumped up from the edge of the pool, and a white arc crossed over the cold pool, and finally landed on Ling Jiang's back.

The white cat was still running hard, and his feet pointed at the back of Ling Jiang's head and went forward.

It bit the white jade bottle, and as it fell, it threw its head forward vigorously, throwing the white jade bottle precisely along the gap in the water cage.

Poof!

Puff ......