Chapter 853 Horrible Monkey

Buzz!

Black and red evil spirits are steaming.

All of a sudden.

The evil spirit rises and the evil spirit sinks, forming a thick dark abyss.

Mengzhi is like the man standing in front of the cliff of the abyss.

Then, a scaly palm tore open the black mist in front of him.

His tall body also walked out of it.

Black-red mist lingers in the folds and gaps of the robe, as well as in the corners of the indifferent eyes and wildly dancing hair.

laugh.

The huge dragon's mouth opened slightly, and hot water suddenly poured out.

It was clearly an extremely tall old dragon. It looked old and withered, and its skin was like black bark attached to its slender bones.

There are age spots, aura of death, aura of twilight, and even an unpleasant smell of the elderly, slowly exuding, making it difficult for people to tell whether this is a living person or a dead person.

‘Old Dragon’s’ eyes were black and red.

He clearly has pupils, but his eyes cannot be seen at all.

Feeling the breath emerging, Meng Zhi raised his palm and respectfully held the black gold blood knife above his head.

The tall and skinny old dragon moved his withered palm and held the black gold blood knife.

It was such an ordinary handover, with no burst of glory or flash of divine light. The old dragon's movements were very slow, like a decayed old man moving with difficulty, barely able to climb into the coffin by himself.

The 'old dragon' holding the long knife walked past Meng Zhi.

Bada.

The footsteps muffled.

There were clearly no iron boots and no cotton shoes, only a pair of bare feet with dragon claws, but they seemed to be stepping on everyone's chests.

The heavy sound made the strong man's expression solemn, made the feminine young man feel like he was facing a formidable enemy, and made the old man stare at him without daring to move his eyes. His Divine Sword of Silence lay as silently as if dead.

Chen Jinding looked at Old Long and frowned slightly. With his eyesight, he could see the floating aura of inspiration at a glance. It was clearly only in the early stage, and if you say more, it was only in the middle stage.

But there was always an indescribable feeling in his heart, as if what he was facing was not a person at all.

If not a person, what is it?

Monsters and monsters.

People may be afraid of monsters, but monks are not.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

The strong man who was called Prajna Shura by Chen Zhizai uttered a few words, but he did not take action.

Because the old dragon gave him a very dangerous feeling.

It's like if he dares to take action, his life will be in danger. It's life's instinctive fear of death that prevents him from taking action.

Bada.

The feminine young man narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

The old man holding the sword held the sword and stared at the 'old dragon'.

The old dragon holding a long knife came slowly. He was thin but unusually tall.

Maybe it was age that made him stooped, or maybe it was because the black gold blood knife was so long that the tip of the knife dragged to the ground. He continued walking without realizing it, mechanically repeating the steps he had just taken.

If someone were to measure carefully with a ruler, they would find that every step he took was very precise, so precise that one would wonder what this knife-wielding person was.

It's people.

Still a ghost.

Or it may be the projection of other treasures.

A life-saving trump card that Gao Xiu left to his disciples.

Chen Jinding opened his big hand, and ten golden rings buzzed. Just when the golden rings were about to take action, Chen Jinding felt as if he had touched a 'mountain'. No, it didn't seem to be a mountain, but an abyss.

Obviously his level is high enough, but when he looks at the other person, he seems to be seeing an abyss.

In a dazed moment, 'Old Long' had already walked past him.

Qi Yueshu was stunned.

He didn't know why the hall master let people come over.

I don’t understand how Mengzhi could possess such a terrifying treasure.

He only has one thought left now.

Survive!

He sacrificed his most powerful treasure, which was a jade Ruyi.

However, as expected, he was caught by a withered dragon claw.

The dragon's claws continued to probe without any hesitation, until they caught his head.

"Lord."

"help me!"

He raised the knife and dropped it.

Bah!

Qi Yueshu's body collapsed.

The 'old dragon' with his head raised turned around and walked towards the darkness.

Shure, his figure and the complete head disappeared together.

The black gold blood knife returned to Meng Zhi's hand. The moment he tightened his grip on the blood knife, Meng Zhi shook off the blood stains on the blood knife and said in a deep voice: "The following offenders have been punished!"

Putting the bloody knife into his sleeve, Meng Zhi glanced at the tooth that he spit out.

He won't break his teeth and swallow them in his stomach again.

He needs spiritual stones to help him transcend the state of becoming a god.

No matter who it is, as long as they oppose him, hinder his advancement in realm, and prevent him from obtaining spiritual stones, they are his enemies.

Meng Zhi had already looked away. He was going to die. If Mr. Hu hadn't been struggling for a living now. He had worked hard to get these two unexpected opportunities, so he would continue to work hard!

'If you don't let me live, then don't live at all!'

Meng Zhi stepped on the broken tooth and crushed it to pieces. He raised his hand and said, "Palace Master Chen, I am busy with official duties and will not stay here for a long time."

"let's go!"

He picked up Chen Zhizai, who was lying on the side, and walked out towards the entrance of the hall.

"Hall Master?"

Everyone looked at Chen Jinding.

Seems to be waiting for his decision.

There are thousands of gang members gathered outside the main hall. Even if they have different strengths, they swarm forward. Even if Meng Zhi has unparalleled treasures, there will always be times when he cannot take precautions. Therefore, everyone is also waiting for the order of the hall master.

As long as the hall master gives the order, they will tear the young man with dark golden hair into pieces.

However, after receiving no response for a long time, they unanimously gave way to an alley.

The outside gang didn't know what was going on.

All I saw was the burst of inspiration and the collision of breaths.

Since there was no order from above, they certainly would not act on their own.

The token hanging on Meng Zhi's waist was also the actual hall master's order, and they did not dare to step forward.

"Hall Master?"

The strong man looked at Chen Jinding.

Chen Jinding took a deep breath and said calmly: "I don't want to hear what happened today outside."

The three of them looked at each other.

An idea came to my mind.

Isn't it possible that even the hall master is not sure?

Not sure?

Of course, there is no certainty of stopping the old dragon.
To be continued...