"Tibetan power child, accept your life!"

There was no pause behind the dry corpse breaking the rain scene, and it rushed straight to kill Tibetan power.

Zangquan obviously suffered a lot of trauma, in the face of the attack of the dry corpse, he could not avoid it at all, seeing the dry corpse falling from the sky, and when the heavy fist was about to smash Zangquan's head, a strange true element fluctuation suddenly appeared out of thin air.

"Bang!"

With a soft sound, the corpse's fist stopped less than three feet away from the hiding power.

"What kind of magic weapon is this? ”

The face of the dry corpse changed slightly, he only felt like he had smashed into an invisible wall, and his entire fist was shaken to pain, in his opinion, Zixiao Palace was rich and rich, and it was known for many treasures, and it was normal for Zangquan to have so many special magic weapons on his body, and most of the things that blocked his fists were some kind of magic weapons.

However, soon the dry corpse knew that things were not what he had imagined, and only heard a loud voice suddenly explode in his ears.

"The thief of the Demon Gate is going to be rampant, let the old man come and meet you for a while. ”

The dry corpse could clearly feel that the sound was not far from him, but he looked around, but could not find the owner of the voice.

"Don't look at it, the old man is far away in the sky, close in front of him. ”

The voice rang out again, this time the corpse heard it clearly, and it was the same sound that came from the invisible wall in front of him that had stopped him.

The dry corpse was startled, and immediately jumped back, his body moved hundreds of meters away, and he said sharply with a vigilant face: "Who is pretending to be a ghost?" ”

"All things are in the light, but they are empty, and all things are dark, and all things are dark, and they are true. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a bald old man with a white beard and a short stature, only five feet tall, suddenly appeared.

The place where the bald old man was was where the corpse attack was blocked, and on the bald old man's forehead, there happened to be a red fist mark that was not very obvious.

"Who the hell are you?"

The dry corpse's heart tightened, and he understood after seeing the fist marks on the bald old man's head that he had just hit with all his strength and was blocked by this guy with his body, and the most important thing was that he didn't even find that there was a person in front of him, which had to shock the dry corpse.

"The years are too long, but I don't remember the name of the old man, but seventy years ago, he once walked the world with the Taixu Dao. ”

The bald old man had a blank face and a calm voice.

The dry corpse was different, as soon as he heard the name of Taixu, he suddenly exclaimed: "Taixu, you are the Taixu True Immortal who went to the 100,000 Mountains alone to assassinate the last young sect master of the Ghost Control Sect, and then retreated with his whole body?"

"I can't imagine that after a few decades, there are still people who remember the name of the old man. The bald old man said lightly, and then he sighed again: "Is it too void true immortal, it was a long time ago, and I am now the same as you, the same Yuan Immortal." ”

"You"

The dry corpse was already shocked in his heart, his face changed again and again, although the other party said that his realm was the same as his own, but the dry corpse knew that he was not at the same level as this Taixu at all, you know, even the previous young sect master of the Ghost Control Sect was lost in the hands of this person.

Who is the last young sect master of the Ghost Control Sect, that is the senior brother of the current head of the Ghost Daozi, Taixu can use the strength of the true immortal of the Xianhuang Realm to kill the core personnel of the Xianhuang Realm without realizing it in the headquarters of the 100,000 Great Mountain Ghost Controlling Sect, and leaving the killer Taixu Zhenren, retreating silently without alarming anyone, how powerful is it?

Because of this incident, even the old sect master who had entered the Immortal Xuan Realm couldn't sleep for several nights, and after this incident, the Ghost Control Sect didn't even launch any retaliatory action.

"Senior, you and I have no grievances in the past, and no enemies in the near future, why do you want to trouble me, it's better to leave it at that, he has his own gratitude. The dry corpse couldn't help but swallow his saliva, such a powerful existence, let him run into it, I don't know if it was his luck or bad luck, for the sake of today's plan, I can only pray that this is too weak to be in a good mood, and don't care about him.

Hearing the words of the dry corpse, Taixu's expression became vivid, and he looked at the dry corpse with interest and asked, "Do you know where I come from?"

"I don't know. The corpse replied truthfully, Taixu is a mystery, and even very few people in the Cloud Realm have seen his appearance, let alone where he came from.

Taixu narrowed his eyes and asked softly, "Have you heard of Lingxiao Palace?"

"The first hall under the sky, ranked in the Eastern God Venerable Xuanmen!"

Hearing the three words of Ling Xiaodian, the body of the dry corpse was shocked, and his face was full of panic.

Lingxiao Palace, known as the first hall under the sky, is one of the nine major Xuanmen of the Eastern God Kyushu.

The Nine Great Xuanmen are the top existences in the entire Cloud Realm, they represent the peak combat power of breaking through the realm of heaven and earth, and in Lingyun's previous life, they are equivalent to countries that have mastered nuclear weapons.

The dry corpse could not have imagined that it would lead to the people of the Nine Great Xuanmen, and it stands to reason that the battle between Dao and Demon is a child fighting with the supreme Xuanmen, and he is disdainful.

Just when the dry corpse felt panicked and felt a little incredible, he spoke too vainly.

"That's right, you kid has a little knowledge, I am the deacon of the outer gate of Lingxiao Palace, who is responsible for taking care of the subordinate sects, and Zixiao Palace is one of the subordinate sects of Lingxiao Palace. ”

Taixu's words undoubtedly answered the question of the dry corpse, but it also made the whole heart of the dry corpse sink to the bottom, Taixu's words have been very clear, Lingxiao Hall is the backstage of Zixiao Palace, and he wants to stand up for Zixiao Palace.

"You breathe back, I'll deal with this kid. Taixu turned around and said to the injured Zangquan, and then regardless of Zangquan's response, he immediately turned his head and locked the dry corpse

After Ling Yun killed Guangyu, he traveled all the way south, but he didn't know that the road under his feet was the road to Yangzhou, where the Zhengjian Gate was located.

Lingyun's speed is unhurried, while ensuring the speed of travel, it also ensures that the physical strength will not be too much consumption, after traveling for most of the day, Lingyun walked out of a vast grassland flatland, the front is full of trees, and it is a mountain forest similar to Ziqiuling, if it were not for the position of the sun There was no deviation, Lingyun even thought that he had turned around and walked back to the original point.

Looking at the vast mountains and forests in front of him, Ling Yun suddenly stopped, he frowned, as if he was hesitating.

This mountain forest gave him a feeling that something was wrong, looking into the black oppression, like a behemoth beast with a bloody mouth open, and the mountain forest seemed to be quiet and a little scary, deathly silent, even if there was not even a birdsong.

Reason told Ling Yun that this mountain forest could not be entered, but he didn't know when the pursuers of Zixiao Palace would arrive, and the entire mountain forest could not be seen at a glance, and he wanted to bypass it but didn't know how long it would take.

"That's it, the soldiers are coming, and the water is flooding. Ling Yun finally decided to grit his teeth and rushed in. (To be continued.) )