Chapter 857 (1/2)

Chen xinglie's three feet fell on the Tongtian peak, and a simple courtyard appeared in front of them.

The gate of the courtyard opens automatically and creaks with a strong historical flavor. It seems that the gate is opened, and it is not only the courtyard that is pushed open.

And all kinds of history drifting on the long river of history.

”Come in.”

The previous voice sounded again, and Chen xinglie stepped into the courtyard.

As soon as the dark sky changes, the body trembles uncontrollably.

There's the smell of a Taoist gate. It's hard to know whether you're going to live or die.

But if I don't step into this courtyard, I'm afraid this life will not know whether I can return to that blue planet.

There is a towering tree in the center of the courtyard, swaying its branches in the ice and snow, adding a green and a vitality to the pale world.

An old man with white hair, dressed as a Taoist, was sitting cross legged under the towering tree with his eyes closed.

There was a whisk on his knees, as pale as the ice and snow around him.

The figure of the Taoist priest seems to have the feeling of merging with this piece of heaven and earth.

The strength of the old way is unfathomable!

This is the feeling rising in the heart of the demon God after seeing the Taoist priest.

Compared with 200 years ago, this old Taoist road is more terrifying!

Even though he has made great progress in the past two hundred years, he still feels the danger of dying in this old Taoist.

”You're back.”

Lao Dao opened his eyes, and two divine lights shot out of his eyes and stabbed Chen xinglie.

Chen xinglie did not dodge, nor did he mean to dodge in his eyes.

He knew that the Taoist priest would not hurt him. If he really wanted him to die, there would be no need to save him 200 years ago. At that time, heaven would definitely kill Chen xinglie on the spot.

When they were about to come into contact with Chen xinglie, the two lights turned into starlight, which broke and disappeared between heaven and earth.

”Thank you very much for saving your life

Chen xinglie bowed and arched his hands and said respectfully to the Taoist priest.

There was a smile in the eyes of the Taoist priest, as well as a look of satisfaction.

Looking at Chen xinglie, he said leisurely, ”you don't have to thank me. Lao Dao came to this world, but he was ordered by that one.”

The demon God is stunned, the strength is so terrible the old way, unexpectedly also just received that order.

The figure of the old Taoist priest, who was buried in the memory, suddenly appeared in his mind.

It was a terrible man, seemingly middle-aged, but his breath seemed to span thousands of years from the long river of history.

Biting the tip of the tongue, a burst of pain came, and the devil regained consciousness.

The man was too terrible, he just remembered the figure in the deep memory, and almost fell into a dreamland.

”Who is that, elder?”

Chen xinglie looked at Lao Dao and asked.

Lao Dao did not immediately respond to Chen xinglie, but stretched out a hand, five fingers slightly curved, making a pair of pinching movements.

Five fingers kept beating, as if they were prying into the mystery.

Three people look at the mysterious old way, all of them have no mouth to interrupt his action.

Just standing in place, quietly looking at Lao Dao, waiting for him to stop the action in his hands.