Cthulhu in the Sharingan

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The old man on the plateau is a legend of an era and the only myth in China.

There is even a myth recognized by the authorities. As he ages, his strength has not decreased. On the contrary, his strength has become stronger.

No one knows the strength of the old man who has not taken action for many years, but the only thing that is known is that the barrier protecting China has been supported by the energy in his body for so many years.

The old man is blind and unable to walk. All the old man can rely on is to experience the almost infinite spiritual power. Even without eyes, he can see everything clearly.

Even if his body is unable to move, he can still float in the air and move freely.

But the only thing that cannot be changed is the breath in the body. When it is exhaled, the person will be gone.

Suddenly he seemed to sense something and opened his hazy old eyes. Even though he could no longer see anything, he still did this habitually.

Um?

The Beast Tribe, the Sea Tribe, and... puppets?

The old man was floating in the air, and his wrinkled face seemed to show some expression.

If you observe carefully, you will find that he is smiling. After living for a long time, he has long wanted to die.

If it weren't for that promise,

The old man should have died hundreds of years ago.

"Old lady, I'll be here soon."

Bang!

A strong burst of wind came, and the old man's figure disappeared instantly.

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On the other side, the white-haired young man seemed to sense the strange movement in the space, and instantly pulled out a stick and placed it across his head.

boom--!

The powerful energy wave hit the sticks hard, and both sticks were trembling violently. The white-haired young man was thrown to the ground, and his clothes and outer skin had some cracks.

Then a pair of furry hands reached out from the top of his head and completely tore open the man's leather coat. He stretched out his hand and pulled the stick back into his hand, and a suit of golden armor suddenly appeared on his body.

"It turns out to be a little monkey, hahaha...Old man, I loved watching monkey shows the most back then."

The old man seemed to be caught in some kind of memory, laughing very generously.

"Come on."

Another young man next to him said with a solemn expression.

"Be careful stinky octopus, this old guy is very powerful."

The monkey with golden fur said with a solemn expression.

He had just received a blow from the opponent, and even now, the stick in his hand was still trembling at a high frequency.

One of Ying Zheng's puppets opened its hands: "In front of the Eye of Samsara, everything is just in vain."

The monkey face laughed sarcastically: "The last guy who was blindly confident in his eyes has now disappeared and his life and death are unknown."

Another puppet on the side opened his hand and slapped it on the ground: "Psychic, weird statue!"

Rumble...

A huge stone crow-man statue poked out from the ground, its wings suddenly spread out behind it, and its star-red pupils instantly lit up.

The other puppet next to him was not to be outdone. He clapped his hands and immediately released a raging golden fire, causing the surrounding turf to dry up and crack.

"As expected of the Samsara Eye, it is indeed a good thing."

There was a trace of greed in the monkey's eyes, but more importantly, there was a strong will to fight. He rushed over with his stick.

The last young man who was standing still just raised his hands, and in an instant countless tentacles spread over, large and unstoppable.

Facing the menacing attack, the old man's body did not move. A barrier in front of him blocked all these so-called attacks.

The reason why he can become a myth is

Relying on the legend of being undefeated.

"Let me see the strength of you young people."

The old man smiled freely, and the spiritual energy of this grassland dried up instantly. He actually also mastered the skills of the immortal mode!

No,

It's not fairy mode.

The old man forcibly absorbed the spiritual energy and ravaged it in his hands. A giant dragon composed entirely of spiritual energy took shape in an instant.

roar! !

The giant dragon let out an angry roar and pounced on the enemy in front of him with bared fangs and claws. Wherever he went, the spiritual energy would dry up and the size of the giant dragon would increase.

Everyone in front of him disappeared in an instant, and Yu Tongzi chose to distance himself from the giant dragon rather than confront it.

But at some point, Ying Zheng's clone appeared behind the old man, and the cold blade stabbed straight in.

The old man did not move or resist.

Because as early as the moment this giant dragon was released, the breath in his heart had already dispersed.

He's gone,

He left quietly.

The legend of an era has finally come to an end.

And the giant dragon was still roaring, and it had grown bigger as time went by.

Boom boom boom...

Amidst the series of explosions, the dragon seemed not to be affected in any way and continued to attack the monkey angrily.

Ying Zheng's six puppets suddenly stood in front of the dragon, looking at each other as if they were dead.

Boom boom boom...

A series of roars sounded, and the size of the giant wheel continued to shrink during collisions. Until it finally hit the monkey, it had become only 1/10 of its original size.

The monkey spit out a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground, and passed out.

Ying Zheng's six puppets turned into debris all over the ground, with nothing left.

On the other side, the young man who didn't seem to have made any moves was also in a bad condition. His tentacles had been wearing away the dragon, causing the young man's body to be completely corroded by the dragon's power.

He lay on the ground and turned into a dry giant tentacle. The giant octopus far below the deep blue even let out a wail that ordinary people couldn't hear.

Although the tentacles can regenerate, it is probably difficult to return to this level.

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Ying Zheng on the side suddenly opened his eyes, but his face was expressionless.

He was secretly happy in his heart. The puppet that the other party had deliberately arranged in his hand was finally completely consumed by him.

But that old man...

It's really a pity.

An Lushan on the ground twisted a few times, finally got rid of the thing in his mouth, and cursed loudly.

It's a pity that no one could understand what he said, and it was just a joke.

But the energy in his body was very surging.

If he just left it there, or killed the other party directly, Ying Zheng felt a little pity.

People like him should be used well, even if they are used as batteries to generate electricity, it is better than wasting it.

Long Zuo also came back to his senses at this time, and he had obviously discussed intelligence with the real murderer behind the scenes.

Long Zuo and Long You looked at each other and exchanged intelligence in their minds again.

All of this was seen by Ying Zheng, but he didn't care.

Instead, he picked up the pen to send the dead old man off to complete his last step.