It is enough to illustrate the personal talents of Venerable Bisu.

It makes sense to kill a mid-term venerable who doesn't have much coercion with his late-stage strength.

It was only because the monk in black and red robe was too weak.

He died if he couldn't withstand even one blow.

Just when Venerable Bisu was about to gather his virtual heaven and earth and tear open the barrier space, his steps paused slightly and his figure stagnated.

A slight crack appears in the crystal sculpture.

Accompanied by a clicking sound.

Cracks fill the entire sculpture.

The lava fell off, and a blue-white ghost hand with strange lines completely swept away the dust on the body.

silence.

silent.

Venerable Bisu said in surprise: "How is that possible?!"

He didn't even feel the slightest bit of life from that figure.

It was as if the person who appeared in front of him was a dead person. Since he was a dead person, how could he continue to fight? And the aura continued to rise.

"Could it be some kind of secret skill?"

Lord Bisu understood and turned to look at the tall figure in the distance.

The figure opened its bloody mouth and had a set of fangs.

The body has long lost its original human appearance, and instead looks more like some kind of alienated monster.

But his eyes were not filled with confusion and emotion, but instead were clear and cold.

That is a sign of complete sanity.

"It's just the beginning."

The hoarseness was like the friction and collision of two iron tools, coming from the tall demonic figure, who had disappeared as soon as he finished speaking.

When he was captured by Bisu again, he had already appeared not far away.

Venerable Bisu was not afraid at all, but laughed and said: "Okay, I will personally give you a ride!"

"The ancients are melted and killed, and the god of fire destroys life."

"disease!"

The majestic inspiration is like two small worlds colliding.

The huge green water scorpion swallowed the demonic figure into its belly in one gulp, and struggled from time to time until it could no longer bear it and opened its mouth. Tushanjun, who had used the death-enduring technique, jumped out of the miraculous mouth and confronted the miraculous creature.

"Roar!"

The horned demon looked up to the sky and howled.

The mysterious beast presses the golden rain and roars angrily at the demon.

On one side is a terrifying monster that endures death and is reborn, with red hair and horns, feathered body and armor, and on the other side is the miraculous display of the later sages, as big as a mountain and with a mouth like a lake.

It's really like an iron brush versus a copper pot.

Everyone is pretty hard!

No one will give in.

Then, a bloody fight came.

boom.

‘…’

Boom boom boom!

‘…’

The Venerable's battle has already razed a thousand miles to the ground, and even huge mana fluctuations are still spreading.

This vision lasted for a long time.

Maybe a few days.

It's like the past half month.

Suddenly one day, it disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, a slightly embarrassed figure climbed onto the clouds and shot towards the distant sky.

The person who climbed onto the cloud head was naturally Venerable Bisu of the Pei family.

He was unable to continue the pursuit.

This unauthorized action without informing the Presbyterian Council could have easily caused misunderstandings, not to mention that Sanniang was not brought back, but was stopped by others, causing serious injuries and being unable to speak to others.

As soon as he returned to his family.

Venerable Bisu rushed to the retreat place of his ancestors before he could heal his injuries.

The moment he saw the ancestor, before he could speak, the ancestor raised his hand to stop him and said, "I already know everything about this."

"Since Sanniang wants to leave, let her go. She will come back sooner or later."

"Sooner or later she will understand."

"Don't make things difficult for others."

"Go ahead."

Venerable Bisu bowed his head and said: "I will obey the order of my ancestor."

…

Time flies.

The sun and moon rotate.

A monk wearing a hat and robes was ascending a long staircase.

This staircase seemed to have no end in sight. The breeze blew, revealing a face, looking resolutely upward until it stopped outside the gate of a cloud dojo.

The monk bowed his hand.

He said loudly: "After the old friend."
Chapter completed!