Chapter 1215 mysterious old man (2/2)
Who are you?
Is he the master here?
Will you make the existence unhappy if you break in?
”Ha ha ha ha, you can't escape from reincarnation, even if you're surprised to calculate?”
The figure looked up to the sky and laughed. His voice was crazy. Then he shuttled back and forth in the whole imperial mausoleum. His speed was as fast as lightning, and as fast as sword light, it was dazzling.
No one knows what he meant by this sentence or why he was so mad.
I only know that his strength is terrible. No matter where he shuttles, there will be a trace left in the air forever, just like the previous sword trace.
”I see!”
Tang Zixian's beautiful eyes were shocked, and she said in a high voice: ”all the sword marks on the sky are left in this way. It's amazing how many years there are sword marks left in the sky... ”
The others, too, took a few steps back and took air conditioning.
Who is this man?
What do you mean by what he said?
”Heaven is inviolable!”
”No one can escape! No one can escape! ”
The crazy laughter of the figure filled the whole space, deafening, like thunder.
Half an hour later, he left countless sword marks on the void, as dazzling as crisscross silver lines.
Finally, he stopped and landed on the ground.
This is an old man in rags, with grey hair and beard, many wrinkles on his face, and a pair of eyes that are a little distracted and have no focal length.
What he rambled about sounded very confused. The only thing he could hear was the three sentences he had shouted before.
”You can't escape from reincarnation, no matter how much you plan?”
”Heaven is inviolable!”
”No one can escape! No one can escape! ”
Cheng bining's heart moved. He stepped forward quickly: ”master, we are from the nearby patrol hall. We killed many blood and stone demons before. We came here all the way along the passage. There is no malice. Are you the owner here?”
”Hahaha.”
The old man laughs madly, talks nonsense, his eyes are lax, and he has no rules.
His hands were waving in the air.
”Is it a Madman? ”
The great sage scratched his head, a little surprised.
How can a strong man with such terrible power be a madman?
”Don't talk nonsense.”
Mutu glared at him, then grinned, ”look at my eyes, sir.”
However, the old man didn't respond at all. He walked around the grave quickly. No one knew what he was going to do.
Mutu's heart moved and stopped in front of him. His eyes suddenly looked at the old man.
The black breath suddenly burst out, trying to drill into the old man's eyebrows.
He didn't mean anything, just wanted to test whether the old man was really crazy.
Black air penetrated into the old man's eyebrow. Next second, Mutu suddenly cried out. There were many fears in his pupils. His body retreated like being hit hard and fell to the ground.
”What's the matter, mu?”
The great saint was anxious and helped Mutu up.
”Inside It's terrible... ”
Mutu was shaking all over his head and his face was as white as paper without any blood.
He wanted to explore the old man's consciousness, but he was frightened by the horrible pictures inside. Although there was no specific image, the oppression from the deep inside made him collapse directly. If he stayed for another second, his soul might collapse completely.
”Crazy, he is!”
Mutu took a deep breath and forced himself to control his emotions: ”I've never seen a man with such a confused consciousness. He's a madman!”
”Hahaha, Tianwei is inviolable!”
The old man walked quickly among many tombstones. Every time he passed a tombstone, he would look at it carefully, and then he left suddenly laughing.
He is crazy. There is no logic to do things. No one knows what he will do next.
In the eyes of the crowd, the old man went to the graveyard without a tombstone, and suddenly sobbed. His voice sobbed, obviously very sad.
”No one can escape! No one can escape! ”
The old man said and cried again, his nose running.
”Who is this old man? Isn't he the master here?”
The great saint is very inexplicable.
”His clothes...”
Cheng bining's eyes suddenly fell on his clothes, then meimou contracted violently and cried out loudly: ”you Look, this dress is obviously the style of ten thousand years ago! ”
Others quickly looked up.
The old man's tattered robe was embroidered with very old patterns with gold threads, but it was not conspicuous, and no one had noticed it before.
It's hard. The old man has lived for more than 10000 years?