Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

"Holy Lord?"

Su Han frowned.

He then stepped back a few steps, clasped his fists and said: "Thank you for saving my life just now, but... you must have recognized the wrong person, right?"

Xuanwu raised his head slightly, just looked at Su Han calmly, but did not explain too much.

"Senior, please get up quickly. How can I be qualified to accept such a great gift from you!"

Seeing that Xuanwu was still kneeling on one knee, Su Han could only step forward and help him up.

"The devil's thoughts are too strong. If Xuanwu takes action at the first time, the strength will reach the extreme in this world under the fusion of devil's thoughts!"

Xuanwu said: "Therefore, Xuanwu can only watch the Holy Lord being killed, and only dare to help the Holy Lord when his cultivation falls to the lowest level."

"It is Xuanwu's fault that the Holy Lord has suffered so much pain. I hope the Holy Lord will punish him!"

As the voice fell, Xuanwu was about to kneel down to Su Han again.

Su Han hurriedly raised his hand and stopped Xuanwu with great effort.

"What the senior said really confused me."

Su Han shook his head and said: "I am just a hard-working cultivator, I am not the 'holy master' that the senior said, but if the senior is willing to explain, I would like to hear the details."

"Those guys are the evil thoughts of the holy master."

Xuanwu pointed at the clones outside that were full of hatred and were still madly slashing the light curtain.

"They are extending from the consciousness of the holy master and want to completely occupy the body of the holy master."

"When the holy master was alive, they couldn't do it. Only when the holy master died completely and the main consciousness completely dissipated, they could take advantage of the opportunity to enter."

"That's why they are persistent and must kill the holy master."

Speaking of this, Xuanwu paused.

Then, he pointed his finger at the arm in the center of the deep hole that was emitting dazzling light.

"That is the arm of the holy master!"

"What???"

Su Han's eyes widened and he turned his head to look in disbelief.

He did feel an extremely familiar feeling on this arm.

This feeling had no reason, and Su Han could not find any reason.

But to say that this was his arm was too far-fetched.

How powerful was Xuanwu?

The light emitted by this arm alone could heal his injuries in the blink of an eye.

What virtue and ability did he have to possess such a powerful ability?

The key was when did he lose this arm? Why didn't he remember it?

"Whether it was true or not, the Holy Lord will know after one try."

Xuanwu said: "You just need to get close to that arm. If Xuanwu is not wrong, then the first time you get close to the arm, this arm will merge with you!"

Su Han frowned and looked at Xuanwu with doubt.

The words of the replica before, and everything that happened just now, actually made Su Han have guesses in his heart.

But his cautious character made him not believe these easily.

There are too many people stronger than himself in this universe.

If they directed and acted by themselves, he would not be able to find any traces at all.

He didn't want to get close to the arm, and stood still.

Seeing this, Xuanwu could only smile bitterly and said: "Holy Lord, don't think too much. If Xuanwu wants to harm you, why would he go through so much trouble?"

Su Han pursed his lips.

Suddenly asked: "Senior, do you know the ghost killer?"

"Ghost killer?"

Xuanwu was obviously stunned for a moment.

He shook his head and said: "No."

A hint of coldness flashed in the depths of Su Han's eyes.

He asked again: "Then do you know Zhuque?"

"Suzaku?!"

Xuanwu's eyes widened suddenly, his face full of excitement.

"Where is she?!"

"Junior doesn't know, but I have heard a little bit. If senior can describe her appearance, maybe junior can find out a little bit." Su Han said.

"Double wings with golden feathers, stretching 30,000 miles, a golden crown on the head, glorious, burning with fire, a strange appearance of heaven and earth!" Xuanwu said without hesitation.

This is his description of Zhuque's appearance, but Su Han listened with a confused look.

When has he ever seen the true body of Zhuque?

"Could it be that the Holy Lord is talking about the appearance of the Vermillion Bird after its transformation?"

Xuanwu saw Su Han's confusion.

He said: "The Vermillion Bird is a woman who often boasts of her beauty. Her figure is no different from that of an ordinary person, her appearance is stunningly beautiful, she has a red mole between her eyebrows, and her demeanor is rather cold and arrogant!"

Su Han was still confused by the first few sentences.

But she has a red mole between her eyebrows and a rather cold and arrogant demeanor!

She is extremely similar to the Vermillion Bird that Su Han saw!

Others have never seen the Vermillion Bird, but Xuanwu can describe her appearance.

This proves that Xuanwu does know the Vermillion Bird!

The coldness in the depths of Su Han's eyes disappeared.

He asked again: "Since the senior knows the Vermillion Bird, how could he not know the Ghost?"

"Xuanwu has been suppressed here for many years, guarding the holy body parts for the Holy Lord. She has not been out for a long time and does not know the changes in the world. I hope the Holy Lord will not blame her!" Xuanwu sighed.

"That's not what I meant."

Su Han paused for a moment: "To be honest, Senior, I was a bit of a liar just now. In fact, Zhuque is now in the sect I founded, and her makeup is exactly the same as what you described."

"She's still alive???"

Xuanwu came forward fiercely, so excited that he lost his mind.

"Zhuque... is still alive?!"

"If the person you are talking about is the same person, then she must be alive!"

Su Han said: "It's just that the person who brought Zhuque to me is the one named 'Ghost Killer'. As far as I know, Ghost Killer's strength seems to be no less than Zhuque. If you are of the same generation as him, you should have heard of him."

"Impossible!"

Xuanwu shook his head decisively: "Under the Holy Lord, except for Qilin, the four of us are the strongest! If we are really from the same era, no one can match us!"

Looking at Xuanwu's firm eyes, Su Han also wavered in his inner thoughts for a moment.

The changes of the times have created more powerful people, and Xuanwu has been here for many years, so he doesn't know?

"May I ask you, senior, how long have you been here?" Su Han asked.

"How long..."

Xuanwu's eyes showed reminiscence: "After the Holy Lord reincarnated, we dispersed. I followed the Holy Lord's holy body arm to come here and never left for a moment. The Holy Lord asked me how many years it has been, but I really can't remember."

Su Han was silent for a while.

Finally, he said: "Since you are so sure that I am your Holy Lord, why are you so anxious to let me merge with this arm?"

Xuanwu was stunned: "The Holy Lord's arm, the Holy Lord merges with it, isn't this right?"

This made Su Han's eyes twitch, and he felt ashamed!

He was used to judging others with a hateful heart, so he asked this question.

But Xuanwu's question made his old face red, and he didn't know how to answer.

"Alas..."

Xuanwu sighed again: "Why should the Holy Lord be so cautious? Whether you are the owner of this arm or not, you should have sensed it the moment you arrived."