In Seclusion For 100,000 Years, My Descendants Ask Me To Come Out

"Elder Su!" Wu Wanqing burst into tears and cried heartbreakingly.

At this moment, she felt an unprecedented despair.

It was also the first time that I hated myself so much!

Hate why you don't have the strength to protect the people you want to protect.

Wu Wanqing came to Old Daoist Mai and cried in despair, "Stop! You don't just want my life, okay! I'll give you whatever you want, even if you are lucky, but if you are treating me Father, I will kill myself and die in front of you immediately!"

Wu Wanqing took out a dagger from the storage ring and put it on her swan neck.

But The next moment, Wu Wanqing stood motionless.

"Poor ants, you can't even decide your own destiny." The poisonous-faced scholar smiled grimly.

After that, the poisonous-faced scholar smiled respectfully at Old Daoist Mai: "Venerable, let's do it, there is no need for the Great Martial King to exist."

boom!

Spirit Power crazily condensed around the linen-clad Taoist, and just this breath made Martial King and others feel suffocated.

"This is the sword intent!" Martial King murmured.

But the old maid in front of him didn't use a weapon at all, so he could use the sword intent.

Is this the difference in strength?

Martial King closed his eyes in despair, tears streaming down his eyes.

Wu Wanqing continued to cry and cry, her tears had dried up, and at the end there was a line of blood and tears.

"No, please don't!" Wu Wanqing kept begging, wanting the other party to spare her parents' lives.

The poison-faced scholar sneered and shook his head.

"I have no regrets to die in the hands of the Three Saints of Beihuang!" Martial King smiled in despair, stood up from the ground, and stood in front of the queen.

Turning his head and smiling, he whispered three words to Wu Wanqing and the queen.

"It's kind-hearted. Based on this alone, he deserves to be the king of the Great Martial King." The old man in Mai said lightly.

After all, the old man in linen stood on the spot, and the sword intent filled in the Great Hall did not fall on Martial King and the others for a long time.

kindness?

The Venerable Scholar frowned and asked, "Venerable, why haven't you done it yet?"

The old man in linen didn't answer, he still stood there motionless.

"Old Daoist Mai, what are you doing? Could it be that you have compassion for them?" The poison-faced scholar said coldly.

Damn it!

What the hell are the Three Saints of the Northern Wilderness, so unreliable at the critical moment?

When I go back, I must sue him in front of King Zhou.

"Because he knew that if he moved, he would die."

Suddenly, a calm voice without any emotion sounded.

who?

The voice that appeared out of thin air made the poison-faced scholar's expression change, and he hurriedly turned around and followed the voice.

I saw three figures walking slowly from outside the hall.

Walking in front were one black and one white, two weirdos in long robes and long hats, and behind the two was an unusually handsome young man in a white shirt.

Seeing the three people approaching, the poison-faced scholar flashed a cold light in his eyes, and at the same time, his heart was full of fear.

It was because he felt a familiar aura from Black and White Impermanence.

"Dao King Realm!"

The poisonous-faced scholar seriously felt the aura of the black and white impermanence, his face sank, and his expression was serious, "The breath is restrained, Spirit Power is condensed, and he is obviously a veteran who has been promoted to the Dao King Realm for many years."

"As for this young man." The poisonous-faced scholar turned slightly to Chen Xuan.

However, before he could feel Chen Xuan's aura, the two of them, Black and White, walked away together to make way, and then respectfully called the latter: "Master!"

what!

This, what's the situation!

The poisonous-faced scholar widened his eyes, watching this scene in disbelief.

Dao king realm powerhouse, actually called that man master?

Although in the eyes of the poison-faced scholar, the Dao King Stage is nothing, the Dao King Stage powerhouse who died in his own hands is eighty if not a hundred.

However, the only person who can call the Dao King Realm master is... Dao Huang peak powerhouse!

Thinking of this, the poisonous scholar covered the past with his consciousness, but he really couldn't feel Chen Xuan's Spirit Power.

"Dare to ask your Excellency?" Cupped hands, a poisonous scholar, asked Chen Xuan.

He is now sure that the other party must be the Dao Emperor peak powerhouse!

Chen Xuan glanced at him with deep star eyes, and said lightly, "You don't deserve to know who I am."

This seemingly simple sentence made the poison-faced scholar's scalp tingle, trembling uncontrollably, and wanted to kneel down to Chen Xuan.

It's not that he wants to kneel, but that he is pressed to kneel by the supreme momentum.

puff.

In the end, the poison-faced scholar knelt down, and the cold sweat instantly wet his clothes.

"Respect, Venerable, the scholar who is poisoning the face, is one of the top ten generals of the Great Zhou Dynasty. He is dealing with state affairs today, and please Venerable not to interfere."

The poisonous-faced scholar trembled, facing such a strong man, he had no choice but to move his own backers out.

I hope Chen Xuan will give up on this, after all, the Great Zhou Dynasty also has a peak powerhouse of Dao Huang.

In Beihuang, who would dare not give Da Zhou Patriarch's Face?

However, it is a pity that he met Chen Xuan.

Not to mention the Great Zhou Patriarch, even if there are a hundred Da Zhou Patriarchs, Chen Xuan will not take it seriously.

"Black and white are impermanent, let's do it." Chen Xuan said lightly.

"Your Excellency, you are not afraid of angering Da Zhou..."

Before the poisonous-faced scholar could finish speaking, the old Daoist in Mai who had been immobilized suddenly moved.

There was a gust of wind in the Great Hall, and Spirit Power exploded instantly.

puff!

The old man in Mai spit out a mouthful of blood. He didn't expect that just to break free of the other party's shackles, he had already made him do his best.

In an instant, the old Daoist in Mai rushed to the sky, holding a supremely fast knife, and thunder bursts in the sky.

"Burn!"

The old man in Mai did not hesitate, and immediately burned his lifespan.

Facing the Dao Emperor peak powerhouse, he did not have the slightest fear, but an endless fighting spirit.

"Thunder!" The old man in mai roared up to the sky, and a knife transformed by lightning appeared beside him.

Seeing this scene, Martial King exclaimed: "This, this is artistic conception!"

Artistic conception is the power that many Practitioners dream of, this power cannot be seen or touched.

But as long as the artistic conception breaks through to Tianpin, it can be transformed into a quality image.

"Old man, I was ten-year-old concentrating, nourishing my soul at twenty, and at the age of fifty, I already reached the fifth rank of the Dao King Realm. Now, I am over 800 years old, but my strength is still stuck at the peak of the Dao King Realm. I am not convinced, I am not convinced. Today, I dare to ask Dao Emperor Venerable for advice!" The old Daoist in Mai roared and shouted.

Hundreds of years ago, he knew the Great Zhou Patriarch in the Dao King Realm, and the Da Zhou Patriarch at that time was only at the peak of the Taoist realm.

But who would have thought that a hundred years later, he was still stuck at the peak of the Dao King Realm, and the Great Zhou ancestor had already surpassed him and reached the legendary Realm one step ahead of him.

This made Dao's heart attacked, and he secretly swore that he would definitely surpass Dao Zhou's ancestor.

As soon as the voice fell, the strength of the old maiden was Ascension again, and it had vaguely broken through to the strength of the half step emperor.

The terrifying coercion came instantly, forcing both Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang to retreat.

Martial King, Wu Wanqing and others even hugged the stone pillars of the Great Hall to avoid being blown away by the air waves.

"This knife is so powerful!"

The poison-faced scholar looked pale, and muttered with tears flowing from his left eye.

Just looking at the old man in Mai in the air, his eyes were scratched by the sword intent.

Is this the difference between you and the Three Saints of the Northern Wilderness?

In the air, the old man in linen suddenly opened his eyes.

boom!