The old man stood up slowly and looked Pei Feng up and down.
Pei Feng saw through the old man's identity at a glance. He is a monk of the Witch Clan. He is a deadpool like Qianqing. Because his vicissitudes of life also revealed his indifference to life.
Pei Feng knew that this old man's mission was to activate the Shura Seal in front of him.
The old man spoke. He smiled slightly and said: "You can actually withstand the thunder calamity in this alien space. You are not simple. During the battle on the top, a young man pierced the Shura Seal. After all, that young man should be equal to you now They’re the same age.”
Pei Feng said: "No need to doubt, I am him."
The old man was not surprised. He has been watching Pei Feng since he entered this strange space. The strength Pei Feng showed had already made him ninety-nine percent sure.
"As expected, it's you! But this time you won't have that chance again."
"You didn't expect me to stand in front of you before. You can't predict what will happen next either."
The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly: "Are you confident that you can survive in the hands of a land god? Or can you escape the pursuit of the entire Witch Clan?"
Pei Feng spread his hands and replied harshly: "If you're afraid, I won't come in."
"Hahaha! You are indeed no ordinary person." The old man laughed. He made no secret of his admiration for Pei Feng. "My child, you don't have to use your words. You know your situation very well in your heart. I can point out a way out for you."
"I'm taking refuge in your witch clan?"
"You are very smart."
The old man slowly took a step closer to Pei Feng. "You are qualified to step into the Temple of Chaos. With a small dagger, you can actually pierce a Shura Seal! The high priest also wants to know how you did it?"
The old man took another step closer to Pei Feng. "After the Battle of Dingding, we investigated your identity. We learned that you were the last of the Gods. The high priest guessed your identity."
When the old man said this, Pei Feng's heart became tense.
"What's your identity?" Pei Feng asked.
"You are the Wu Clan's biggest enemy. Of course, you can also choose to become the Wu Clan's closest friend."
"Not interested in."
The old man chuckled again and said: "Listen to what I have to say and you won't be too late to refuse. You are different from us. You are not my god's slave, you are an existence above us. My god can give you the cultivation of the Immortal Emperor. , and even help you achieve the status of god, allowing you to ascend from this world."
Pei Feng said nothing, his brain spinning rapidly. I want to find some clues from the old man's words. Obviously, there were too many secrets in the old man's words.
Pei Feng was silent for a long time and finally asked. "Are these what you said to the people of Qingshui?"
"Hahaha..." The old man laughed heartily. "Not entirely. People from Qingshui are not qualified to be my god's friends."
When Pei Feng heard this, he could no longer calm down. He asked in a deep voice: "What exactly do you mean?"
The smile on the old man's face was thick. He said slowly: "My god said that after he escapes from trouble, there are only two people in the world who are qualified to fight with him."
The old man paused and said to Pei Feng: "The first is the person chosen by the Dragon Ancestor. The second is the person chosen by the Demon God."
Pei Feng was shocked. How could he not guess what the old man meant at this moment. He is the person chosen by the Demon God. In an instant, the context of the whole matter became clear.
The blood of the Beihai Sky Demon flows in his body. The Goddess tribe is a tribe of people created by the Demon God. The people of the Goddess have been carrying the blood of the Demon God to this day, and he is the last bloodline of the Gods, so he is the savior chosen by the God of Heaven.
In the dark, he met Ling'er and the Sun-Splitting Divine Sword. Now Ling'er lives in his demon palace, and he himself is becoming a magic weapon used by the demon god!
All this is not a coincidence, this is the way of heaven that the ancient god foresaw countless years ago.
Time seems to be frozen inside the tower. There was no sound for a long time.
Pei Feng suddenly broke the silence and smiled. Laughing wildly!
"Hahaha. It seems that your god is not invincible!"
The old man's face darkened.
"If he didn't have fear, he wouldn't care about me, a Taoist monk who hasn't grown up yet. If he was invincible, he wouldn't need Qing Shui to help him clear the obstacles. Hahaha. If he can't win, there will always be someone who will stand up and defeat him. He fights back into the turtle shell. If that person is destined to be me, how can I escape!"
After Pei Feng finished speaking, he suddenly struck out with his sword. A good head rolled to the ground without warning.
A high column of blood spurted out from the white-faced young man's neck.
Pei Feng's True Martial Sword Intention has entered the Transformation Realm. This young disciple who has cultivated in the Soul Realm did not even have time to react under the True Martial Sword. His body and soul were completely destroyed!
Pei Feng turned and pointed his sword at the long-haired old man.
"The Witch Clan uses a peak monk to sacrifice the Shura Seal. It's really a great gesture. It seems that you are going to kill a great big shot."
"It can also be you!" the old man said coldly.
Pei Feng sneered and said, "I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it. Your witch clan used the blood sacrifices of tens of thousands of creatures to create the Shura Seal. Isn't it a waste to use it on a Taoist monk like me?"
"You!" The old man's face turned pale.
Pei Feng hit the nail on the head. The old man was really unwilling to break his original plan and use the Shura Seal on him. Regardless of Pei Feng's identity, he is still just an ant. Qingshui people can come back and pinch him to death at any time. Any expert sent by the Wu Clan can kill him hundreds of times.
"It's a waste. I don't need Shura Seal to kill you!" The old man's voice was hoarse as he finished his words. His breath suddenly rose. A black realm of transformation centered on the old man's body and spread out in all directions.
Pei Feng also launched his own dual realm. The realm of water, the realm of reincarnation.
Pei Feng once fought against three gods in the sky above Tianyan Sect. But in fact, in that battle, he relied entirely on luck and strategy to tangle with the three great monks.
Qiniang Xie Yue had just broken through to the realm of becoming a god. Her most powerful killing move, the Enchanting Heavenly Technique, has no effect on Pei Feng, so Qiniang's combat power cannot actually reach the level of a great monk.
And Han Hao is a dying man whose life span has been exhausted. He also had to distract himself from protecting his disciples. His combat power is also far inferior to that of the great monk.
Pei Feng fought against Wanlong, and several killers from the Thirteenth Hall also helped.
And today. Pei Feng was facing a peak monk from the Witch Clan. This will be a real fight. Pei Feng's blood boiled. This battle made him extremely excited.
"Come. Let me see how much the top monk of the Wu clan weighs!"
"What an arrogant boy." The old man shouted. His black domain of destruction surrounded the entire tower.
