On the top of the isolated mountainous area of Yuanshan Town, Taoist Ergou led Chu Nianlang to hide in a corner of the top of the mountain and carefully observed the secret realm of the Flying Centipede Corpse King's Palace that was constantly changing. When he discovered that the Flying Centipede Corpse King Palace had disappeared inexplicably, Chu Nianlang felt inexplicably flustered. He stood up directly and tried to confirm whether there was his beloved senior brother in the remaining light group. However, his own cultivation was not worth mentioning in front of the experts at the scene. , unable to step forward to confirm. Just when Chu Nianlang felt ashamed, another change occurred, and the spiritual sword rain poured down from the sky. Taoist Ergou didn't hesitate at all, and threw Chu Nianlang down alone. He didn't consider that his own cultivation was not stronger than that of Chu Nianlang. How much do you think of Lang?
When Taoist Ergou was ready to face death, everything returned to normal again. After confirming that he had not been harmed at all, Taoist Ergou slowly raised his head in disbelief and carefully observed his surroundings. He suddenly discovered that the positions where he and Chu Nianlang were were not covered by the sword rain. The old man with all white hair and beard stood at the place where the secret realm disappeared. As the old man formed seals with his hands, the rain of swords in the sky disappeared without a trace in an instant. Everything was like a dream.
"Uncle Zhongquan, thank you for protecting me so hard. One day Nianlang will reach the supreme realm. Otherwise, not only will he not be able to protect you and senior brother, he will even become a burden to you." Chu Nianlang stood up and looked at the old man with white hair and beard. , was deeply shocked by the old man's unfathomable cultivation, and at the same time, a powerless feeling of loss swept through his body.
"Nianlang, what are you thinking about? How old are you? You are a young man who is less than twenty years old! Nianlang, you are talented, extremely perceptive, and extremely diligent. You have all the successful qualities, but Lack of talent and opportunity. Calm down, kid, I definitely like you. Don’t imitate that bitch, he is not a good person! That bitch is too unreliable, he messes around all day long, and does some stupid things. It's good to be gone now, so as not to affect you." Taoist Ergou said as he turned to look at the place where the secret realm disappeared, his face full of melancholy and worry.
"Uncle Zhong Quan, I know you are worried about Senior Brother, but with our current cultivation level, we are completely incompetent. The only hope is the master, but my intuition tells me that he is not reliable."
"Hey, Nianlang, since I can't resist, I can only bear it first. Keep the green hills and don't worry about running out of firewood!"
"Well, don't worry, Uncle Zhongquan. Senior Brother Jiren has his own destiny, as you said. Senior Brother is very rough-skinned and thick-bodied." Chu Nianlang looked at Taoist Ergou with a wry smile. He also smiled bitterly and sighed softly, "I hope..."
The missing flying centipede zombie king's secret realm hybrid was entangled with the dark black ancient character "ghost", floating in the sky above Shen Ling Lake.
The secret area of the Flying Centipede Corpse King's Palace.
"It's almost here. You should be here. Can you still fool me? Little Shitou still wants to fool me. Damn it. You deserve to be suppressed by me. Humph, Wukong? I got this name. I'll be sorry if I don't suppress you for five hundred years. With your name, you are so clever that you think I can't find your sacred mountain passage! Hehe, get out of here!" The Ghost King of All Realms muttered to himself for a while, giggling twice like a maniac.
Following the speculation of the Ghost King of All Realms, the whole secret realm of the Flying Centipede Corpse King's Palace shook twice, and a figure was thrown out as if excreting.
With a "plop", Shi Dundun's huge figure fell into Shenling Lake like a heavy stone. After three breaths, Shi Dundun's figure sank into a whirlpool-shaped portal, and then gradually became illusory and disappeared.
