A Billion Times Draw a Sword

a moment later...

The king warriors of those two families also came to the level where Shen Houbai was.

And at this time, Shen Houbai, because of the pain, was the same as when he was in the strongest bone tempering, and because of clenching his teeth, his mouth was already full of blood.

Seeing this, the kings of the two families thought that Shen Houbai couldn't bear the pressure from the steps and was already on the verge of death, so they didn't bother to pay attention to Shen Houbai and let him fend for himself.

In this way, the crown princes of these two families surpassed Shen Houbai and stepped onto the fifth floor...

At this time, the master of the Mojin Pavilion was actually on the third step of the fifth floor, so he didn't go far, not because he didn't want to come to the Emperor Xuanling quickly, but because every step he took, he would not go far. It takes a breather before attempting the next level.

"Tick tock, tick tock".

On the broken bluestone floor, the sweat of the master of the golden pavilion was already soaked.

The sweat on the face of the two kings standing behind Mojin Pavilion Master soaked the bluestone floor under his feet.

"Are you already on the ninth or fifth step?"

At the entrance, the rickety old man looked at the gradually darkening sky, then looked at a branch planted by his feet, and after looking at the position where the shadow of the branch was now, the rickety old man said again: "Your Majesty... you and my monarch See you soon."

After saying this, the stooped old man put his hands on his knees to prop up his body, and when the stooped old man stood up, the door-blocking stone that had been closed beside him slowly opened at this moment with a rumble.

Then, the rickety old man walked down the imperial mausoleum like a leisurely stroll.

When the figure of the rickety old man was submerged by the darkness under the passage, the doorway was closed again with a rumbling sound.

Soon the rickety old man came to the platform.

Following his appearance, the Quartet personnel in front of the platform obviously showed a touch of fear, because they knew very well that it was impossible for ordinary people to get here.

"Who are you?"

"Which force..."

A Marquis Martial Artist from Zangbao Pavilion questioned the crooked old man.

But the crooked old man ignored the Marquis Martial Artist, he walked directly among them, then looked at Shen Houbai on the Ninth Five Stone Steps, followed by the two Marquis Martial Artists who united, and finally Mojin Pavilion Master.

After reading it, the crooked old man said, "Hey, why did one die?"

Seeing Xu Yi who had been beheaded, the stooped old man's originally calm face immediately became unhappy.

"Hey, I'm asking you... are you..."

The former Marquis Martial Artist asked again with a somewhat displeased tone.

But this time...his luck was not so good, the crooked old man just waved one hand, and the Marquis Martial Artist disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, he had already been photographed flying around the platform on the wall.

"hiss!"

Coincidentally, the rest of the people gasped, because the Marquis Martial Artist who was photographed flying away had turned into a puddle of 'mud' after being photographed on the wall.

Ignoring the astonishment of these Marquis Martial Artists and Lie Yang Warriors, the stooped old man walked up the ninety-five steps, while walking, looking at Xuanling Emperor Jundao on the throne.

"Your Majesty, I have come to see you again!"

"Your Majesty, are you all right?"

"Your Majesty, are you still blaming the minister?"

Every time he said a word, the peaceful face of the stooped old man gradually became hideous and distorted.

Ever since the stooped old man arrived, the Lord of the Golden Pavilion and the two king warriors had noticed him.

At the beginning, they didn't take the rickety old man seriously, but with a single palm they smashed a Marquis Martial Artist into mud, whether it was the Lord of the Golden Pavilion or the two Marquis Martial Artists, they immediately frowned.

Although they can also do it, it is absolutely impossible for them to do it so easily and freely as the crooked old man.

What made them feel even more unbelievable was that in less than tens of seconds, the rickety old man had surpassed the leader of the Mojin Pavilion who was walking in the front, and his appearance did not show any sign of pressure at all, which meant that There is no need to say more.

And through the words of the rickety old man, the master of the golden pavilion can judge that this rickety old man should know Emperor Xuanling, but Emperor Xuanling has been dead for more than 10,000 years.

Suppose if this crooked old man and Emperor Xuanling are from the same era...

I don’t dare to assume it anymore, because if it is true, it would be terrible, because the one who can live for tens of thousands of years must be at least emperor level...

After a while, the rickety old man had already stood in front of the Xuanling Emperor's throne.

At this time, the rickety old man's face was already ferocious, distorted to the point of astonishment.

"Your Majesty, we meet again!"

Looking at Emperor Xuanling sitting on the throne, the stooped old man said in a rather cold tone.

"It's you!"

Suddenly, at this moment, the master of the Golden Pavilion seemed to recognize the stooped old man, and he shouted with his eyes wide open.

"You are the old man who sold our treasure map before."

Hearing what Mojin Pavilion Master said, the stooped old man cast his eyes on him, and then smiled slyly.

"That's right, it's me."

"..."

Seeing the rickety old man admit, Mojin Pavilion Master has realized that they have been tricked.

"What!"

"Is there such a thing."

"So we also..."

Hearing the words of the master of the Mojin Pavilion, the two kings also showed surprise faces.

Looking at the surprise shown by Mojin Pavilion Master and the two seal kings at this moment, the stooped old man didn't seem to care at all, because this was all he could imagine, but not...

The eyes of the bent old man came to Shen Houbai.

For Shen Houbai, the crooked old man is still very curious, such as the Moluo mask...

He knew exactly what a Mara mask was, but what surprised him was that the Mara mask didn't turn the person who wore it into a monster. Could it be that the Mara mask lost its original ability after years of erosion?

"Hey, kid over there, isn't it too late to break through to the third level of the king?"

The crooked old man actually saw that Shen Houbai was breaking through the third level of the title of king.

Hearing the words of the rickety old man, in an instant... Shen Houbai opened his eyes, and then glanced at the rickety old man with extremely cold eyes.

"Jie Jie!"

Seeing Shen Houbai looking at him, the stooped old man froze for a moment.

"It's such a terrifying look!" After recovering from his senses, the crooked old man said in praise or sarcasm.

At this time, Shen Houbai stood up, picked up Shenxiao Wuying who was stuck beside him, and then turned to face the stooped old man.

Seeing this, the stooped old man couldn't help showing a playful look.

"Jie Jie, want to resist? Don't say you haven't broken through the third level of the king, even if you have broken through, it's just a mere third level of the king, you..."

The rickety old man didn't finish his sentence, because at this moment, Shen Houbai disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he had already come in front of the rickety old man, and then said murderously: "It's noisy."