The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

After listening to the old ways, I knew that things could not be good today.

The headed man in black was no longer wordy, and with a big wave, the people in black around him moved quickly.

Countless phantoms walked around, with treacherous body styles that made people unpredictable.

The cold breath instantly permeated the surroundings, making people shudder.

The veteran brows frowned slightly, and these people in black didn't know where they came from, and they appeared frequently recently.

These people don't seem to be very strong, but together, they give people a very strange feeling.

The surrounding air fluctuated strangely, and a series of terrifying energy directly confined this space.

The old way is a little surprised, these people can actually affect the aura of heaven and earth.

Facing the black-clothed man who came suddenly at extremely high speed, the old Dao waved his hand casually, and a miniature Tai Chi pattern appeared in his hand.

The terrifying impact of the man in black, like a loach, slid past Lao Dao.

The man in black shot faster and faster, more and more frequently.

But the old Dao still looked calm and calm, and calmly guarded the girl and the little Taoist priest by his side.

Tai Chi patterns flowed out of the old Dao's body, pulling out the attack of the man in black.

A group of people were panting with exhaustion, and as a result, this seemingly violent attack did not even touch the corners of the old Taoist clothes in the end.

Even the attack that was drawn out, there were several times, almost hit his own.

"Papa......"

An unmoving leader in black clapped.

"Wudang Tai Chi is indeed well-deserved."

Talking that the man in black threw a small black seal.

A huge black square cover instantly enveloped a radius of ten miles.

Everything in the hood, air and spiritual energy, was quickly drawn out.

Everything is isolated, including the rules of heaven and earth.

The old-fashioned complexion has changed. These people are really weird and tight. They always seem to be able to easily influence the aura and rules of the world.

Even if everything is isolated, the old way is still calm.

Lao Dao moved his weight to his right leg, his body gradually turned to the right, his left toes buckled, and he made a Tai Chi gesture.

The headed man in black shook hands fiercely, and a long knife appeared in his hand.

"kill."

The black-clothed man gave a low cry, and the figure rushed towards the old way, and the black-clothed people around also rushed towards the old way.

For a while, in the black square cover, the figure was fascinating and strange.

With a smile on his face, the old man moved his hands, making a circle.

The old-fashioned movements seem to be slow, but they can always resolve the attack of the man in black at the most critical point.

The storm-like attack lasted a full ten minutes.

A group of people in black were exhausted, but they still didn't touch the corners of the old clothes.

The headed man in black waved his hand and stopped the attack.

He looked at the old way coldly, and if there is this old thing today, I am afraid that he will return without success.

This black cover can isolate everything and is the best choice for dealing with monks.

No matter what power you are, you can't use the rules of heaven and earth, and there is no aura to supplement, under this black cover, you can only catch it with one's hands.

But today I didn't expect to fall into the hands of this old guy.

This old thing doesn't seem to be very dependent on the aura of heaven and earth, and it doesn't resonate with the Dao.

The strength of the whole body is weird and extremely different from the true essence of ordinary monks.

The headed man in black sneered: "Wufang really deserves its reputation, admire and admire it."

The veteran smiled and fisted, looking harmless to humans and animals: "You are polite, you are polite."

"Since Zhang Zhenren insists on obstructing, then I can only report the matter here to an adult."

"go!"

The figure of the man in black gradually disappeared, and the surrounding black cover burst into pieces.

"Damn!"

The old man wiped his forehead, hammered his waist and said: "It's been too long without doing it, and it's a bit tired to start suddenly."

"Master, your old man has supernatural powers, and the world is invincible." The little Taoist priest on the side ran up and hammered Lao Dao's shoulder.

The old Taoist pulled the ears of the little Taoist: "If it weren't for you bastard, my old man, how could I come to this place to fight with others."

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

"Zhang Zhenren."

At this time, the girl came to the old road with a sad look.

The old man nodded gently: "Let me go to Wudang, your body is very special, these guys may be here for this."

The girl shook her head, just about to say something.

Suddenly, screams sounded around.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Then one by one small black spots fell over from a distance, and slammed heavily in front of several people.

Looking at the things falling in front of them, not only the girl and the little Taoist face changed, but even the veteran who had been smiling, his face sank.

The things that fell in front of him were actually the people in black who had just left.

They were all alive and kicking just now, but at the moment they all became a corpse.

But with the effort of urinating, all these people died.

Lao Dao thinks that even if he is fully fired, it is impossible to kill these people in such a short time.

However, something more terrifying came, and the surrounding space suddenly changed.

The air seemed to be plunged into a quagmire, becoming extremely heavy.

The surrounding spirits began to scurry, rushing violently into the bodies of the three of them.

The three people only felt that the meridians were like being burned by a red iron rod, and the pain was extremely painful.

Lao Dao stepped heavily under his feet, and a huge Tai Chi pattern rose on the ground, enveloping the three of them.

"interesting."

A young voice sounded from afar.

After a while, a figure came to the three of them.

This is a boy who looks fifteen or six years old, looks extremely handsome, with a smile on his face, and dressed in a cyan gown.

The handsome-looking young man carried an extremely overbearing aura on his body.

This dominance makes people tremble, different from the oppressive dominance of Da Neng.

The overbearing on this young man carried a huge shadow, as if the entire sky had collapsed.

With the appearance of the young man, the old-fashioned Tai Chi pattern was crushed to pieces by this domineering spirit.

The young man looked at the old way and said with a playful smile: "It's really interesting. It's amazing that you can reach such a height without resonating with the world and without relying on the rules of the world."

"who are you?"

The old Daoqiang held up a slightly smaller Tai Chi to protect the two little guys around him.

"Who am I?" The boy split his mouth and smiled: "This question is very interesting."

The boy pointed to the sky and said with a smile: "I am the one."

The old Dao's eyes narrowed slightly, and his face suddenly changed, as if he understood something.

"You are the incarnation of heaven."