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"Who?"

He suddenly turned his head and looked behind him, but he saw nothing, no one.

"The younger generation is not filial, even the ancestor's magical instruments can't be kept." The old voice sounded again.

Ye Zichuan's whole body was taut.

He didn't find any suspicious people within the space coverage of five kilometers.

Just like the last person who appeared when facing the temple last time, he didn't even notice where the opponent was.

Peerless master!

The existence that may surpass the gods!

Silently, the space fluctuated, and an old figure appeared in front of Ye Zichuan.

He has white beard and hair, sparse hair, thin body, and he doesn't know how old he is wearing a robe, exuding an old smell.

This is an old man who is almost dead, Ye Zichuan can even feel the lifelessness on him.

But just such an old man made him look like an enemy.

The viewing of space is completely useless to him.

He seemed to have merged with the world, regardless of each other, became one of them, and escaped Ye Zichuan's detection.

The old Taoist is very old, with only one pair of eyes, pure as a baby, pitch black, and shiny.

Ye Zichuan stared at him, feeling lost in an instant, as if sinking into the abyss.

This shocked his heart.

Is this the old monster Song Yuqian said, the kind that has lived for hundreds of years.

The old way looked at Ye Zichuan, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

"The breath of the ancient god..." This made waves in his heart, and it was difficult to calm down.

The old Taoist priest stretched out his hand and patted the head of the head. The head of the head was shocked, and he immediately separated from the illusion.

"Zu... Patriarch?"

The headmaster looked at the old Taoist priest, his eyes widened.

This Patriarch, he thought he would have passed away a long time ago, but he did not expect that he was still in the world.

"Patriarch, the magic weapon of the heavenly master... is that the disciple is not filial!"

The old Taoist looked at Ye Zichuan: "Return the magical tools of the heavenly master, that is not something you should have."

"I'm sorry, there is no reason to return what came to me."

He couldn't do it even if he wanted to, the sword had been swallowed by the godhead.

"You Qingcheng Mountain wants to swallow my medicine, it's just a little interest."

"So, the young man doesn't plan to reconcile with Qingcheng Mountain?" The old Taoist crouched, as if it could be blown down by a gust of wind, but Ye Zichuan didn't dare to be careless.

"You picked things up first."

"Is it not enough to kill so many people?"

"I said, give me a satisfactory statement, I immediately went down the mountain."

The old Taoist sighed: "I really don't want to kill the genius."

"Well, after so many years, my hands and feet are almost stiff, let's move."

call!

A gentle breeze blew, and then the old Taoist priest disappeared in place.

Ye Zichuan's hairs stood up in an instant.

Bang!

The next moment, he flew out directly, hitting the distant stone wall heavily.

The speed of the old Taoist priest was too fast, and the power of space was completely ineffective against him, unable to capture his movements, and unable to confine the opponent.

Ye Zichuan's brows furrowed tightly. What kind of power is this, even the power of space has failed.

The next second, almost instinctively, he raised his fist and slammed it to his right.

Bang!

A majestic force came, as if the Yangtze River was rushing, Ye Zichuan retreated again.

But the old Taoist priests were also forced back.

Ye Zichuan felt her entire arm numb and her bones were in sharp pain.

With both hands pressed down, with a bang, the entire sky seemed to be pressed down, and the huge mountain peaks shook again.

It looks like a big earthquake happened here, the ground shakes the mountains, and the trees tremble.

The old Taoist frowned, feeling as if he was carrying a mountain on his back. Even he couldn't ignore the pressure and his actions were blocked.

This kind of pressure is enough to crush people into meatloaf, but the old Taoist is only a little slower, besides, there is almost no other impact.

Ye Zichuan could feel that around the old Taoist priest, a realm was also enveloped, which offset his spatial power.

The two disappeared in place at the same time.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

A crash continued to sound, and every collision was like thunder, shaking the mountains slightly.

This is enough to affect the power of heaven and earth.

The veteran Taoist has practiced for hundreds of years and has been enlightened for so long. He has a profound understanding of the laws of nature and earth. So even if Ye Zichuan can teleport in space, he can still use the power of heaven and earth to capture traces.

This is his strength, he is one with heaven and earth, he is heaven and earth.

This is similar to Ye Zichuan's space, and has become the master of a world.

boom!

The two banged against each other again, and in the instant they faced each other, Ye Zichuan opened the eternal kaleidoscope.

Monthly reading!

With the powerful illusion cast, the dark eyes of the old Taoist priest lost their senses at that moment, but after that, they became extremely deep.

Even got rid of illusion.

"Very strong illusion." The old Taoist said: "But don't you know that our Taoists have Taoism? I have cultivated the Tao for hundreds of years, and the Taoism has long been as solid as a rock. How can it be broken by a mere illusion?"

His thin body moved, it seemed to be extremely weak, but every blow seemed to be able to destroy the mountains and break the mountains, unmatched.

Ye Zichuan took a deep breath. Today, it seems that he is about to explode with all his strength.

"Brontosaurus!"

He shook his fist, and with a bang, a huge thunder and lightning rushed out and turned into a thunder dragon, roaring towards the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist face was startled.

The power of thunder and lightning?

Ye Zichuan still has the power of thunder and lightning, how is this possible?

"Zhenwu Golden Body!"

The old Taoist shouted softly, and a dazzling golden light burst out from his body. In a daze, a huge golden body appeared behind him, with a solemn face, suppressing the world.

The skinny body of the old Taoist priest was wrapped in a layer of golden light, and the whole figure looked like pouring gold.

He shook his fist, and with a bang, the whole Thunder Dragon exploded directly, turning into countless lightnings scattered all over, crackling, lighting up here.

Song Yuqian had just arrived here and happened to see this scene.

"Really an old monster jumped out of the coffin?"

The boss with her mouth open was just talking nonsense. He was going to scare Ye Zichuan, but she didn't expect to be hit by her.

"This big pig's hoof still hides its strength?" She was a little unacceptable, feeling that her world was completely destroyed.

In addition to the ability of controlling objects, Ye Zichuan also hides the ability of lightning?

How is this possible, how can the two abilities appear on the same person?

At least since she joined the tenth department, she has not seen such a precedent.

"Zhenwu Fumo!"

The old Taoist clasped his hands together, his old Taoist robe was hunting, and the power in his body roared out like a flood that bursts a bank.

Behind him, a huge real martial art image appeared, extremely solid, as if real, exuding dazzling golden light, like a sun standing there.

"Young man, it's over!"

The old Taoist priest stretched out his hand, and the huge face behind him made the same posture. A pair of big hands covered the sky, thicker than the mountains, and pressed it down against Ye Zichuan.

Ye Zichuan looked at the huge face, red light flashed in his eyes, and a huge figure suddenly appeared behind him.

Susanoh!