If the rumors are true, this guy should have been buried in the Dead Sea. Why is he still alive?

"It's a great honor for me to be recognized by my seniors." Zhao Yun smiled lightly.

"How is that possible?" The old man in black robe was in disbelief.

A small person in the Ksitigarbha realm, entered the forbidden land of the Dead Sea, and came out alive, which subverted his cognition, but facts speak louder than words. The person opposite was indeed Ji Hen, the contemporary holy son of Tianzong.

"Good, very good."

The eyes of the old man in black robe were like torches, and his greed concealed his shock.

What kind of wealth did he accumulate in his previous life that led him to encounter such a good thing?

Whoosh! Whoosh!

He waved his arms, and four big flags were planted in the southeast, northwest, and formed a large formation.

As soon as Zhao Yun settled down, he was trapped in the formation. From the outside, the formation was nothing, but inside it, there was something else. It was lightning and thunder, unreal thunder and lightning, it was the shape of the formation pattern. Look

It seems that he is not only a master of digging graves, but also quite accomplished in battle tactics.

You can start a formation by raising your hands, which is something most people can't do.

Zhao Yun broke through the formation flag with one sword and jumped out.

Head-on, he bumped into the old man in black robes. Two rays of blood energy shot out from his eyes, forming two sword energy. He ignored the body's protective essence. He escaped again, and with a dragon's roar and a tiger's roar, the bloody sword energy was extinguished.

"What the world says is true."

"You are indeed quite virtuous."

The old man in black robe smiled faintly, as fast as a ghost, following him like a shadow. His dry palm had already reached out and grabbed Zhao Yun's neck. The secret lines in his palm were flowing, and there was also the power of confinement, crisscrossing between the palms and fingers. He was indeed playing with formations.

A master can actually carve a formation in his hand, which ordinary people cannot do.

"What a fast movement." Zhao Yun was shocked.

He considers himself to be extremely fast, but the opponent seems to be even faster.

No matter where he escaped, he could not get rid of this ghost, and the withered old hand that came towards him. It looked like nothing at first glance, but in fact, the power of the hand was magnificent. Before it could touch him, his body-protecting essence collapsed.

puff!

Blood suddenly appeared.

Although Zhao Yun was in a bleeding position, he avoided the vital parts of his neck, but his shoulders were affected. A piece of flesh was torn off, and half of his shoulder bones were broken into pieces. They were blown into flying ash during the horizontal flight.

"What a good boy, you managed to avoid it."

The old man in black robe sneered and attacked in two or three steps.

Zhao Yun soared into the sky and was blocked by a big hand from the sky.

The black-robed old man didn't even look at it. He slashed out with a sword energy and split his big hand. Zhao Yun was also knocked over. Without waiting for Zhao Yun to settle down, he appeared like a ghost again, with a finger lingering in the dim light, giving him a blow.

A finger hole was poked out of Zhao Yun's chest, and bone fragments exploded during the process.

roll!

The dragon roared loudly, and Zhao Yun forced the dragon to swing its tail.

However, the always invincible Shenlong swung its tail and threw it at the old man, but it was unable to shake him. The other party was safe and sound, but the Shenlong in the form of the secret art was knocked to pieces. This surprised him. He had been a ruthless person in the Tianwu realm.

, it’s really not just for show, the physical body is so heavy.

puff!

Zhao Yun was bleeding again, but was sent flying by the old man in black robe.

Once in the Tianwu realm, the palm of the old man in black robe was no joke. The sound of bones cracking inside Zhao Yun's body was clearly audible. The opponent was too strong and his realm was absolutely suppressing.

"I told you before, you can't beat him." Cang Qiong cursed.

Zhao Yun didn't reply, he quickly calmed down and drew his sword, using Ten Thousand Swords Guiyi.
Chapter completed!