Fantasy, The Cultivation Base From The Previous Life Cannot Be Sealed

"Who are you?" Someone asked.

The old man snorted coldly: "I don't want to change my name when I'm going, and I don't want to change my surname when I'm sitting down, so is Gu Lei!"

"Gu Lei?" Several Patriarchs headed by Tang Yingying looked at each other, then shook their heads unanimously, "I've never heard of it..."

There was even a Patriarch who sneered sarcastically and said: "Gu Yuan, I think you should stop pretending to be a ghost and make crooked tricks..."

"Really think that finding an old bastard without Cultivation Base fluctuations can fool us? It's ridiculous!"

In his cognition, the only few remaining elders of the Gu family, Daxiu, were all besieged and killed in the Dragon Lake a few days ago, and none of them survived.

Grandfather Lei has black lines all over his head, "Old miscellaneous hair... old man miscellaneous your ancestor's hair!"

The grumpy little old man teleported to the head of the house in a flash, raised his hand and slapped the latter's head into a rotten watermelon.

In an instant, red and white were all over the floor.

The headless corpse lost its balance and slid off the seat like a puddle of mud.

"Not good, the Gu family still has hole cards!" Tang Ying and the others turned pale in shock on the spot.

"I haven't been born for tens of thousands of years... It seems that the world seems to have forgotten the horror of the old man..." Grandpa Lei showed a fierce smile on his face, just like a bloodthirsty killing god.

Thousands of years...

When these three words were spit out clearly, Tang Ying and the others felt as if they were struck by lightning, and they were terrified.

One of them asked tremblingly: "Could it be...are you one of those people under the ancient family's ancestral hall?"

"You guessed it right, I reward you with a happy death!" Grandpa Lei raised his hand and pointed, and a thunder spear shot out.

"Boom", that person was shocked to death on the spot, his body and spirit completely destroyed.

At the same time, a silver light suddenly lit up under Tang Ying's feet, and patterns appeared one by one.

"Let's stay." Grandpa Lei immediately sensed the abnormality, and then waved his hand, intending to completely seal off this space.

But after all, it was still a step too late.

Tang Ying's entire body turned into nothingness in an instant, disappearing out of thin air.

"Immortal soldiers?" Grandpa Lei frowned, feeling unhappy. If it was his heyday, even if the opponent had immortal soldiers by his side, it would be impossible for him to escape successfully.

But not yet.

The fallen Half step Realm has not yet recovered, and it is far from the second and third peaks.

"Sun Xiaoyou, according to the agreement, I will leave the rest to you!" Grandpa Lei immediately turned into a thunder light and chased after him.

On the other side, Grandpa Feng, who has been paying attention to the movement here, escaped into the void and followed after seeing this.

Since the opponent has immortal soldiers in hand, it is bound to be difficult to deal with.

As for the Ziyang Bell, the real immortal secret treasure of the ancient family, it is still refining the strange remnant soul at this time, so it cannot be used for the time being.

"Huh-hehe..." Sun Xiaokong yawned and came with an iron rod on his shoulder.

As soon as he came, he stared at the two old men in the corner, with a fighting spirit in his eyes.

"Old apprentice, how about two gods, one for each of us?"

"Uh, I'm afraid it's a bit difficult..."

"Ah? As a teacher, I still remember that you said before that you can deal with the first and second layers of God Transformation..."

Long Aotian blushed, smiled and said nothing.

He also remembered the big words he said in Kamikaze Imperial City back then, but his ignorance at that time had already brought him almost death.

Now I really don't dare to take it too seriously.

The hurdle between Dao Formation and Divine Transformation is different from the previous one.

A slight difference, a thousand miles away, does not mean that one has leapfrogged one level.

Of course, this is only the usual situation, except for the little Master.

"Oh, I knew you were useless, old boy." Sun Xiaokong smiled coldly, then took out a piece of dragon scale from his bosom and handed it to the old apprentice.

"Here! I specially asked for it for you as a teacher, remember to use it leisurely, and be careful not to explode and die."

"The scale of the real dragon!" Long Aotian was shocked, and he recognized the origin of the dragon scale in front of him at a glance.

The so-called real dragon actually has two conditions.

One is a member of the Dragon Clan whose blood is pure enough, and the other is that his own Realm has reached the level of a fairy.

Otherwise, even the parent and child of the Dragon King can only be called descendants of true dragons.

"Master, where did you get such a rare fetish..." Long Aotian was a little lost, always subconsciously ignoring the master slaying the dragon.

Rare fetish? Can I say that in the eyes of others, they are all useless rubbish... Sun Xiaokong didn't explain, and said in a nonchalant way:

"I'll take it for you, why ask so many questions?"

He thought to himself, he didn't remember how many times he said it, and then asked carefully to beat you for the teacher...

"Okay, okay...thank you, Master..." Long Aotian took the dragon scale carefully, staring at it for a moment, as if it were a treasure.

Sun Xiaokong looked at the good-for-nothing old apprentice with disdain.

What's going on with this guy? It's really strange that he is so in awe of the real dragon despite being hunted down by the dragon clan...

Could it be the Smither Syndrome that Master once said?

"Old apprentice, I have to remind you that it is difficult to achieve long-term results with the help of external forces. Pay attention to the proper measure and stop when enough is enough."

After saying that, Sun Xiaokong turned into a golden body of Zhang Ba, and rushed towards an opponent with an iron rod.

"Well, the disciple has written it down!" Long Aotian nodded solemnly, and then put the dragon scale in his palm.

The dragon chant sounded, and the dragon's might filled the air.

Its aura also rose rapidly at this moment, but it stopped only when the skyrocketing first entered into a trance.

...

That's called Stockholm Syndrome... Huo San, who was eating melons and watching a show, was amused and couldn't help laughing:

"Little bastard is really good at learning and selling, this little Master is still decent."

The words that Sun Xiaokong said to Long Aotian just now were parrots from him.

"It can be regarded as applying what you have learned." Hu Li gave a positive evaluation.

Huo San raised his eyebrows, "Uh, it's about the same..."

"The Artifact Spirit is not far away, and it seems that its target is also in the Gu family." Hu Li turned his head to look in a certain direction, exhausted. A man in azure clothes was holding a dilapidated bronze jar.

"Oh, then he came late, his master probably died yesterday."

"You mean to say that the artifact spirit intends to remnant the soul?"

Huo San gave a "hmm", "If I guessed correctly, the bronze pot was the first device to seal the remnant soul, and the second weapon spirit was assimilated during the sealing period."

"Daughter-in-law, let's go to the back mountain and wait. There just happens to be a suitable sandbag for you to practice your hands on."

...

A hilltop a hundred miles away from the ancient home.

Yang Wudi held the Spirit-swallowing Magic Jar.

Surrounding him is a specter formed by the condensed black air, with two horns on top of its head and bat wings on its back, just like a small remnant soul.

"Master Qi Ling, have you sensed the location of Lord Saint King?" Yang Wudi asked.

"Not yet..." Phantom shook Unreal's head.

It has raised its perception to the highest level just now, but it still can't detect the breath of its master, which makes it very uneasy.

But it also never believed that the Saint King would be killed by a mere lowly immortal soldier.

"Go, come closer!"

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