The Immortal Taoist

"瞳 —— - the 冥 of the underworld!"

This is the home of the proud family, only the blood of the proud family can be used. Only these things are not known to others. Even Ling Dao only heard the power of the proud family, and did not know much about the proud family, and even more did not know what this trick represents.

Among the eyes of the proud dragon, the black mist was overwhelming. He stared at the clock and fell into the sea, and the black mist filled the sky. In an instant, the bell was covered in the interior. With the current strength of the proud dragon, naturally it is not the opponent of the clock, the only thing that can rely on is the martial arts.

"what happened?"

The clock standing in the sky was falling, but it was frowned deeply. He is chasing Lingdao, and he will see that Lingdao will be under the black iron sword, and suddenly it will be covered by the dark mist of the sky. Now, he can't see the outside situation, only the black fog can be seen.

"Hey..."

A burst of ghosts and screaming voices came, and I was scared to watch the sea. No matter what it looks like, there is nothing around. However, Zhong Luohai is a fear from the heart, even if he is himself, he does not know what he is afraid of.

"I am the Lord of the Underworld, and I am in charge of life and death!"

Suddenly, in the dark fog, a tall figure appeared. A black robe with a golden mask on his face reveals only a pair of majestic eyes. Unlike ordinary people, each of his eyes has three pupils and he is always spinning, which is extremely strange and terrifying.

"Who? In front of the old man, pretending to be a ghost, when I am three years old?"

In the face of such unusual things, even if the clock falls to the sea, it feels a chill in the heart. He is strong and calm, and he is so guilty. As a source of natural warrior, naturally it will not be timid, but this tall figure in front of it suddenly appears, and there was no slight sense of the previous clock.

There is only one reason why this can happen. That is, the people in front of you are much stronger than the clock. In particular, this person exudes a terrible breath, as if he can really dominate all life and death.

Zhong Luohai did not continue to attack, but also let Lingdao breathe a sigh of relief. The situation in the sky is to confuse Lingdao. The thick black fog covered the bells in the sea, but now how is a person talking to himself?

The figure wearing a golden mask in the black mist does not exist in the eyes of Ling Dao, and others are invisible. There are only two people who can see the figure, one is the clock and the other is the proud dragon.

The proud dragon stood on the ground, and the pupil in his eyes told the rotation, but his body was motionless. In his current realm, it is extremely difficult to display the shackles of the underworld. In particular, what he has to deal with is still an original warrior.

In the dark fog, the figure wearing a golden mask moved, and he slowly extended a pair of big hands. His left hand, crystal white, his right hand, is extremely dark, forming a sharp contrast. He does not have any weapons, but only a pair of big hands, let the clock fall to feel the deadly threat.

"The epee has no front, it doesn't work!"

Zhong Luohai looked serious, as if he had encountered the enemy of his life, and did not dare to care. He has never seen martial arts, and he has never heard of it. He only knows that the person in front of him wants to kill him. If he does not resist, he will only die!

A pair of black and white hands, as if it represents the two sources of life and death. Among the swordsmanship of Zhongluhai, it is the source of water, which makes the original attack of the black iron sword method become more endless, and the power is getting stronger and stronger, as if it were a stack of waves.

"boom"

The sky was shaken up, and there was a glimmer of joy in the eyes of the sea. In the real confrontation, he discovered that the man wearing a golden mask was far from being as strong as he seemed. Zhong Luo Hai was doing the worst plan, but he did not expect that he overestimated the people in front of him.

All of this is naturally because the realm of the proud dragon is too low. If the proud dragon is also the source of the martial arts, then he will have a real deadly threat to use the martial arts to deal with the source. If they are in the same realm, then the proud dragon will use his skill to kill the clock and fall into the sea.

"Come back!"

Zhong Luohai shouted, and even the sword, the tall figure wearing a golden mask did not speak, but continued to shoot. The two of them constantly clashed and violently collided, making the surrounding black fog swaying, tyrannical, and it seemed to tear the space.

"My life is dead!"

The dragon's singularity has not lasted for a long time. At this time, the tall figure wearing a golden mask is also a very sturdy one. A pair of black and white hands, like a huge grinding disc, can grind everything in the world, can crush all the opponents!

Even if the clock falls to the sea, his forehead is cold and sweaty. His Xuan Tie Sword is actually fixed by a huge grinding disc. He wants to draw out the black iron sword, which is impossible. The huge grinding disc hit him even more.

"puff"

An irresistible force, in an instant, the clock fell into the sea and flew out. Fresh blood stasis spurts out, making the look of Zhong Luohai wilting. Two different forces are raging in the body of the clock.

"Wh..."

Ao Long sat down on the floor, gasping with a big mouth and a pale face. Obviously, the use of sputum is very expensive for him. As his eyes return to normal, the black fog in the sky is completely exhausted.

"boom"

The body of the bell fell into the sea and fell down, pulling the ground out of a deep pit. His clothes were ragged, his body was full of blood, and he stood up slowly. His face was full of ecstasy, and he did not expect to deal with the split-day Jianzong and his team, he was actually injured.

"Disappeared?"

When Zhong Luohai looked up and found that the black fog had disappeared, he took a deep breath. However, he is still not sure which tall figure wearing a golden mask is still missing. He didn't hurry to start, but watched around with vigilance.

"Ao Long, are you okay?"

Lingdao has come to the proud dragon to help the proud dragon. This shackle of the underworld, Lingdao has not seen, but everything before it must be related to the proud dragon. Now that the dragon is so weak, it must be the means of previous display, beyond his limits.

"It's okay now, but it will happen soon."

Aolong gave a bitter smile, in the end, or because the realm is too low. Such a powerful martial art, even a small source of warriors can not kill, it is too shameful. If you let other people in the proud family know, I am afraid that it is not too humiliating, but too genius, and then the airspace can actually display this trick!