Chapter 360 (1/2)

Lao Tzu, with 72 disciples, came from the depths of Kunlun mountain. Qin Xue and his father looked at a loss. It is estimated that they never thought that such a strong man was lurking in the grand Kunlun mountain.

The old buffalo seems to walk slowly in the void, but its speed is very fast. Moreover, it is a small holy beast, but it can't be called a monster, because it is just an ordinary Buffalo, but it feels terrible to see it at this time because of its ordinary.

At the beginning, several saints taught 72 sages respectively, but at this time, the sages have become the peak of the great sage. But it's not surprising to think about it. I can teach every cow to be a little saint. Naturally, his disciples will not be too weak.

Han Hu stared at Hangu pass above Lao Tzu's head and said to me: he has cut his accomplishments and lived until now.

When the old buffalo reached the outside of Kunlun Xu, the old man on his back held a congenital vine and hung a gourd from the same place as the chopped immortal gourd. He smiled and saluted us. It was very polite.

But at this time, this politeness seems very disgusting to us.

The Qingling world was suppressed, bullied, and even Taoist orthodoxy faced extinction several times. They all remained silent and continued to lurk. Now, as soon as the immortal road opened, they emerged.

But the glowing Hangu pass smell is too strong, and we dare to be angry.

Han Peng clenched his fist and felt very uncomfortable. No matter who he was, he didn't want to be someone else's chess piece. With a smile, Lao Tzu took his disciples into Kunlun emptiness and into the fairyland.

At this time, the ten hell halls in the underworld also flew out, and it appeared. The whole Kunlun virtual capital was full of Yin wind, fierce ghosts wailed, and the floating evil ghosts were extremely powerful. The king of hell of the ten halls stood on the Yin hall, very respectful. In the back is the vast army of the underworld.

The whole strength of the army in the underworld is not strong, but the number is huge, and the cultivation of the strong in the Yin hall is very high. Han Chuan Yin said it was probably an ancient Buddha who lit a lamp.

Chen Hao, who was carried out, couldn't help but scold shamelessly. My face was also very ugly. I thought there were strong people in the big world and the holy land. Our army could be dealt with a little rectification at that time.

But now it seems that the pattern of the fairyland will become more complex. And directly facing the divine fruit position, the hand is the end.

What's killing is the Tao fruit of Han, Wu De and us. They tolerate that they haven't done it yet. I'm afraid they have a hunch that there are strong people in the seven circles and don't dare to do it rashly.

When the Yin Hall of the underworld flew from Kunlun to Xianlu, a cold look fell on Han and me in the Yin hall. As for Wu De, he has long been sealed by Han, which is also a means of just in case.

I was stared at by the eyes, and suddenly my whole body was cold and trembled involuntarily. That kind of cold was cold from my bones. The small world on Han Fu's body glowed and vitality emerged. The small world beat rhythmically like breathing, fighting against the vision in the Yin hall.

But in just a few seconds, Yin snow floated in the small boundary of Han, and the ground was covered with wind and frost for a time. The originally vibrant world seems to have gone from spring to winter in a very short time.

The Yin frost soon came out of the small world and spread to Han. Her breath turned into blue smoothie.

Just a look suppressed her.

My eyebrows jumped wildly and I held the wooden axe in the dark. But just then, the Yin hall soared into the air, quickly approached the entrance of the immortal Road, and directly entered the immortal world with the army of the underworld.

When the last breath disappeared, an old voice from the Yin Hall said: the three fruits had better not appear in the fairy world at the same time, otherwise they will be seized by some people.

Someone?

I'm a little puzzled, because listening to his tone, some people don't seem to refer to them. Is it the powerful breath of the fairyland?

Zhang Daoling!

Han Han and I thought of the name at the same time and transmitted it to each other.

The Jinjia people in the big world are probably just the ghost of Zhang Daoling, and there is a more powerful one in the fairy world. But it is reasonable to say that the old woodcutter is also in the big world. The white fox with him is the main soul of Zhang Daoling, but he hasn't appeared yet. Has he been poisoned?

I asked Han, but she was silent. I know her. In her current state, she must have thought of something that can be reversed.

When she recovered, I hurried to ask.

Han Dan didn't want to say something, but I couldn't stand it. I sighed and asked me: do you look like an old woodcutter on the throne of the big world?

How come?

I refused, because in my impression, the old woodcutter was not a bad man, and his breath was not right.

Han Peng smiled, reached out and touched my head and said: little guy, I still don't grow up.

I don't know what this means. Can she see some problems I don't see?

To say strange, it must be strange, because it is abnormal that a strong man like that does not appear until now. But it can also be explained, because he may want to hide the Lord's soul of God. It makes sense not to show up.

Han Han didn't answer my words, just smiled.

I felt a little heavy when I saw her expression, because the old woodcutter was not my master, but he gave me great help when I entered the road. It was the small wooden axe that made me go all the way to now.

On Shiao mountain, Han was surrounded by Xianmen and had to leave. When I went back, my home was empty. When the hell came to the door, the old woodcutter saved me.

If you have kindness, you don't want to be hostile.