Chapter 1007 Meeting the Emperor
"Where are you going, Marshal?"
The two-foot figure crossing the hill was stopped.
He looked at the people blocking him through the Qi-Blood Iron Armor covering his face.
The demonic blood in the center of his eyebrows beats.
He knew the three people walking towards him. They were famous first-rate masters in the world.
It is said that at the 100th birthday party of Mr. Yue half a year ago, these three brothers made a great show.
The boss defeated Mr. Yue and became famous in one fell swoop.
However, in Shou He's eyes, they are just chickens and dogs now, not worth mentioning.
Maybe he would have exchanged pleasantries in the past, but this time it was extremely urgent, and anyone who tried to stand in his way would die in his hands.
Therefore, the king who turned a deaf ear had no intention of stopping and continued to stride forward.
"kill!"
In an instant, three more bodies were left behind.
Shou He saw an old man smoking a dry cigarette.
He seemed to know this old man. After thinking about it carefully, wasn't he the man who hid behind the young man when the old god took action that day?
…
At first, Ghost Saint thought it was a magical power that affected his thinking.
Because his thoughts became very long.
Quite slow.
He soon discovered the difference. It was not that his mind was affected, but that his body was aging due to this magical power.
As people age, so do objects.
Not only people and objects, but also a weapon and a cloud in the sky will age.
That kind of loneliness abandoned by time is frightening and unsettling.
In the end there was nothing to do.
The word closest to old age is death.
"Is the Tao body magical?"
A few words came out from his pale lips.
The red-haired ghost saint guarding the entrance of the courtyard staggered.
The black energy that covered his body turned into decayed dust and fell down, revealing a face that looked like the icy peaks of a distant mountain. He was so old at the moment that even his red hair was turning gray.
Cui Jianlu nodded slightly.
Admit it generously.
The Ghost Saint was still walking towards him.
The pace is extremely slow, but one step at a time.
With every step he took, his figure grew thinner.
After walking twenty-four steps in a row, he stood not far from Cui Jianlu.
call.
Let out a breath.
The Ghost Saint at this moment is skinny and bones.
But strangely enough, this pair of dry bones and skin has never changed at all.
Gui Sheng, who was holding up his fist, suddenly punched out.
Refining all dharmas reveals yin and yang.
Two Qi burst out.
The body that was as dry as firewood came back to life in a matter of seconds.
It's like going back in time, and the black and red light and shadow condense again.
The old man's teeth faded and gave way to fangs, his old face turned into a peak of ice again, and even his gray hair turned into a waterfall of red hair draped over his shoulders.
The great millstone appears in the void.
It seems that it will never change due to other will.
Cui Jianlu asked in surprise: "What kind of magical power is this?"
"Immortal!"
"And, the rotation of yin and yang."
Cui Jianlu was facing a formidable enemy. Now he completely understood the terror of the Ghost Saint. This was a powerful weapon spirit with the ultimate Yin and Yang Dao, and the green grassy world changed.
At the same time, he had already pinched the seal in his hand: "The seasons change, all things..."
The Ghost Saint twisted his seals at the same time.
The two parties performed ancient magic as if in tacit agreement.
"Before crossing the river, hit the middle stream!"
"ban!"
"Ancient magic?!"
Cui was shocked when he saw the deer.
His ancient magic was eliminated by unknown magic before it could be activated.
If you feel it carefully, it should not be eliminated.
It was because the magic was too fast and it preceded the enemy. In the middle of his execution, it was like a military charge, directly cutting off the ritual of his magic. This caused the magical power to be unable to be activated.
"good!"
Cui Jianlu roared: "No matter how secretive or magical powers are, they will be greatly reduced here, so let me crush you purely with my fighting skills!"
God shows the tactics of war.
Ancient Immortal!
Wearing a purple gold crown and a purple robe.
Fist horizontally in front of you, forming a boxing frame.
Cui Jianlu was like a divine general in the void, tearing apart the clouds blocking the way.
Under the evolution of tactics.
God is an immortal.
It really seemed like an immortal god had arrived, raising a long fist called the Galaxy to cleanse the world of filth.
However, this is a forbidden land after all, and more people cannot see the horror of this ancient immortal's battle method. Even if it is only a few courtyards away, the pilgrims in the front hall have not noticed it.
However, standing on the other side of Cui Jianlu was Ghost Saint, and he could clearly feel the power of Cui Jianlu's tactics.
boom!
The air trembled into ripples, detonating behind him and turning into wisps of smoke.
Cui Jianlu, whose fighting skills evolved, punched out.
Separated by two walls, Li Yuanqing was lying on the railing with his eyes widened.
As a prince, he has naturally seen warriors fighting, but in his opinion, such fighting is not unusual and is within the ordinary scope.
But this man in a purple robe is different. He doesn't look much stronger than those rumored first-rate warriors, but his attacks are completely different.
Every move seemed to contain some kind of terror.
It left an indelible impression on Li Yuanqing's young mind.
I'm afraid these are those great monks.
It seems that the strength that can be exerted is very limited, but in fact, every move implies the heaven and earth, and coerces the avenue.
This made him worry about the young man in black light and shadow.
The monk with Purple Gold Crown is so powerful, will the young man who saves him be his opponent?
His eyes fell over.
The red-haired monk who was supposed to be standing there disappeared without a trace.
boom! ! !
The first thought of the pilgrims in the front yard was thunder.
But the sky was clear, how could there be thunder in such a good day?
Only the young man could see clearly that it was not thunder at all, but the attack of two monks. The two people who attacked were like two balls of lightning falling from the sky.
The purple lightning and the red lightning collided.
A solid punch was exchanged.
The two punches collided and a terrifying aura burst out, forming a vacuum there.
Bang bang.
Cui Jianlu, who was in purple thunder, was thrown nearly ten feet away before landing.
He stepped hard twice.
The huge deep pit finally stopped his body.
The red ghost saint also flew out.
However, his body was like he had no entity. He had stabilized in the air and landed slowly while stepping into the air.
"Good boxing!"
Cui Jianlu praised: "If it weren't for the different positions, I would like to exchange ideas with fellow Taoists."
The ghost saint's eyes also flashed with a strange color.
Since he started practicing boxing, he has always crushed others with boxing.
The monks of the same generation could not last more than a few moves.
Even the old saint who was guarding the young man when he first met the monk had his arm broken by two punches.
Unexpectedly, today he finally met someone who could match him.
"Your boxing skills are good."
No wonder Cui Jianlu could calmly say; 'I am his backer. '
With his cultivation strength, he can indeed be a backer.
"Come again!"
Cui Jianlu was overjoyed to meet his match.
The ancient immortal fighting method made him like an immortal fighting.
The purple thunder balled into a thunder cloud and crashed into the red-haired ghost saint.
The ghost saint rose from the ground.
The red wild breath evolved into the thunder prison.
As soon as the thunder cloud and the thunder prison came into contact, a divine light burst out, and the monks exchanged more than ten moves in an instant. Both of them were elite boxing masters, and walked out of their own way.
One was the descendant of the ancient immortal who had a long history of boxing and practiced boxing for years.
The other was the immortal way, carrying yin and yang, and the devil played the Ming Wang.
Bang.
Ten moves.
Twenty moves.
Fifty moves.
…
The hundred moves are coming.
The purple thunderclouds of the fist fight are obviously not as strong as the initial ones, and the red thunder of the Ghost Saint is expanding rapidly.
If this continues, Cui Jianlu will lose.
It must be said that Cui Jianlu is indeed a rare genius. Even if he does not know how to use other backgrounds, his fighting skills and magical powers alone are enough to make him stand out among the younger generation.
Unfortunately, the shocking battle between the two can only take place in the Temple of the God.
Because of the existence of the God and the God Ban, it cannot be fully presented.
"Chaos in the sky!"
The turbulent fists gradually gathered.
Five breaths.
The red-haired Ghost Saint who punched out of the Soul Devouring Fist turned into mist at the moment of punching.
As if he had exhausted his vitality, the mist dissipated in the world.
The sudden change made Cui Jianlu very confused. He didn't understand why the Ghost Saint who was sure of victory disappeared.
After thinking carefully, he suddenly understood.
It should be that the back-up plan he arranged has worked. Either Shou He has been killed, or the Ghost Saint is rushing to rescue Shou He, and there is no room for him to fight him.
Cui Jianlu, who has figured it out, murmured: "Don't blame me for being mean. There are some things that I have to be cautious about!"
"I'm sorry."
As he said that, Cui Jianlu looked at the closed door.
He walked towards the door.
"How could it be?!"
Li Yuanqing, who was peeking, was shocked.
He covered his mouth tightly.
He never thought that the old immortal in everyone's mouth would lose.
Since coming to the Temple of the God of Hell, the three words "old immortal" have been heard the most.
No matter who it is, as long as they mention the old immortal, they can tell many legends and deeds. He knows that many of them are false, but he would rather believe that they are true.
Because his father believes that this is true.
But now?
Defeated!
The old immortal was defeated.
Everyone in the Temple of the God of Hell was wrong.
He was also wrong.
Similarly, his father... was also wrong!
A defeated person is not right.
A defeated person is definitely not a way out.
A defeated person should not know what "Yuan" means.
For a moment, countless thoughts came to his mind.
Li Yuanqing seemed to have lost all his strength.
He fell from the top of the wall with a thud.
He cried while squatting in the corner, biting his palm tightly to stop himself from crying, but he still cried, crying very sadly.
"Woo woo woo."
...
Cui Jianlu ignored the crying of a child.
He had already walked to the gate, took out a Si Nan treasure, and printed it on the gate in front of him.
Boom!
The gate slowly opened.
What came into view was the fairyland.
And an ancient sacred tree at the end.
Light like the Milky Way.
Brilliant in the fairyland.
Dao patterns interweave and gather into a net to support this piece of heaven and earth.
A red and green peach like a heart is in the center of the twisted branches.
Ancient tree.
Magic medicine.
And a green stone seat.
On the stone seat, a young man who looked down on the traces of time sat cross-legged.
The top corner of the halberd pointed obliquely at the blue sky, and the red hair like a waterfall was scattered on his shoulders.
He was wearing a black and red Taoist robe.
His blue and white palms were holding two seals.
The right hand was the wheel seal, and the left hand was the seal of an unknown seal.
Behind him, a large banner about ten feet long was hanging down.
The wind blew.
The blue and black banner surface was raised.
At the same time, the monk sitting cross-legged on the green platform of the ancient tree suddenly opened his eyes.