Dragon and Tiger Taoist

"Hanshan has seen the bat master."

On the altar, he shrunk his body, restrained his aura, and looked at the fallen sedan. The four-winged cicada, which was like a jade carving, hurriedly greeted it. There was no trace of the arrogance of a nine-thousand-year-old demon in his movements.

At this time, the old bat lying on the sedan slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were cloudy and dim. It was obvious that he was not far away from becoming a blind man.

"Reached?"

Scanning his eyes, he saw some blurry scenes, and the old bat murmured softly.

Holding the Five Bat Scepter in hand, Old Bat struggled to stand up. Seeing such a scene, Four-Winged Hanshan Han Shan wanted to step forward to help, but was stopped by Old Bat's wave.

"Although I am old, I can still walk on my own."

Holding a cane in hand, the man stood up. Although he had a monster body, at this moment, the old bat was no different from a human being.

"Bat Master, aren't you still training? Why are you coming to the altar at this time?"

Looking at the old bat walking slowly, Hanshan Demon asked the doubts in his heart.

Hearing this, the old bat did not give a direct answer.

"I heard that you have summoned the great demons from all the mountains to discuss the attack on Dali. How do you feel?"

Looking towards the center of the altar, the old bat's words were full of calmness.

Hearing this, Hanshan Demon showed a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"It's just a ragtag bunch of people."

In front of the old bat, the Hanshan Great Demon did not hide his contempt for the monsters in the mountains. However, it also had such qualifications. As the son of King Cicada, it not only had outstanding qualifications, but also received support from the Hanchan clan. Now it has nine qualifications. With thousands of years of cultivation, if you look at all the monsters in the mountains, no one can compare with it.

Seeing the four-winged chiller's posture and receiving such an answer, the old bat was noncommittal, but couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"Speaking of which, I am also responsible for the decline of the Southern Wilderness Monster Clan."

"Your father fought against the Qianyang Old Taoist and was severely injured. In order to help it turn into a cocoon again and successfully cultivate a golden body, I have traveled to various famous mountains and borrowed land for hundreds of years. If not for this, all the monsters in the Southern Wilderness would have There is something more powerful.”

At this point, the old bat's face showed a human sigh, not only for the monsters in the Southern Wilderness, but also for itself, borrowing luck is not so easy.

"Bat masters don't have to sigh. The humans were so fierce back then. If my father hadn't come forward, this southern wilderness would have been trampled by the humans long ago. It's appropriate to lend them a hundred years of luck."

Looking at the somewhat sad Bat Master, the Four-winged Hanchan said a word of relief, at least in its view, this was nothing.

Hearing this, the old bat shook his head.

"I never regret anything I have done. I just want to tell you that the monsters in the Southern Wilderness may seem mediocre at this time, but as the general trend arises, there will be those who have been dormant and will rise up in the wind. You must not be careless."

The old bat warned with seriousness and sincerity.

Hearing this, the four-winged Han Cicada nodded, but he didn't care too much in his heart. Not to mention itself, its father, King Han Cicada, was about to wake up. The sky in the southern wilderness was destined to be the sky for their Han Cicada clan, and all other monsters could only bow their heads. .

Withdrawing his gaze, he knew that the Four-winged Han Chan didn't really listen, and sighed in his heart. The old bat didn't say anything more, and went straight to the highest point of the altar, where a jade cicada was enshrined, with a faint golden light flowing around it. It is the cicada slough left by King Han Cicada.

"The king is about to wake up, connect the heaven and the earth, and cause changes in the celestial phenomena. Now is the time when the cold wave surges. I want to take this opportunity to prepare a gift for the king to come out of seclusion."

Climbing higher step by step, the withered and rickety body expanded as if inflated. At this moment, the old bat answered the four-winged chilling cicada's first question.

Hearing these words, he felt the breath escaping from the old bat's monster body. The four-winged Han Cicada Hanshan's expression changed slightly. At this moment, he was like a giant beast waking up. A terrifying breath burst out from the old bat's body, and his monster... The air is blazing, as bright as a pillar in the sky, stirring up the wind and snow in the sky, rising into the sky, and can be seen thousands of miles around.

Looking at the dark sky pillar and feeling the ominous atmosphere contained in it, Hanshan couldn't help but take a step back, not wanting to offend him in the slightest. As the son of the Cicada King, the reason why it was respectful to the old bat was because of the old bat. Bat has a special identity. He is his father's right-hand man, and he was even named a demon master by his father.

The second reason is that this old bat's strength is extraordinary. Not only does he have nearly ten thousand years of cultivation, but he also has strange magical powers that involve legendary fortunes. Even opponents of the same strength may suffer a big loss if they are not careful. .

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that this old bat was about to die, Han Shan would probably be a little wary of him.

"Heaven's way is public, to nourish all things, and humanity's way is private, to serve one's own body."

"The human race in the Southern Wilderness is cruel, plundering all the souls and enriching themselves. All the souls in the Southern Wilderness have suffered from the human race for a long time."

"Today the cold wave is coming, I pray that the sky will show mercy and bring disaster to people."

Standing on the altar, holding the five-bat scepter in his hand, his breath blended with the heaven and earth, his spine straightened, scarlet reflected in his turbid eyes, and his whole body exuded an ominous aura. The old bat kept telling in his mouth, his voice was loud, It echoes in the Cicada Valley, goes up the Tianzhu, and reaches Tianting.

At a certain moment, the sky and the earth came together, thousands of miles of dark clouds covered the sky, and there was a howling wind. In an instant, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and sand and rocks were flying.

It was at this moment, urged by the power of heaven and earth, that the power of the altar was completely activated. With the Cicada King's cicada shed as the core, a deep chill burst out, and a blue spiritual light illuminated the sky.

Crack, swipe, stern chill filled the air, and the frost that had never melted spread out. Even though it was a cicada, Hanshan still couldn't bear it at this moment, and flew straight away from the altar, because this was the power from its father. Only the old bat was strangely unaffected by the chill.

Jingle bells, feeling the erupting cold wave, a sharp color flashed in the scarlet eyes, the old bat was filled with demonic power, and raised the five-bat scepter in his hand, which itself was a tailor-made thing for himself Top grade treasure.

Creaking, the scepter points to the sky, the bells reverberate, the five upside-down bats open their eyes and scream. In an instant, the beauty is no longer, it is all ferocious. At this moment, the aura of disaster spreads, connecting the heaven and the earth, gathering into a bloody star. , floating above the altar, displaying the ominousness wantonly.

Looking at such a star, a smile appeared on Old Bat's face.

"The disaster star is rising."

Stimulating the power of the scepter again, the old bat slowly pushed the star up into the sky. It was very difficult at first, but then it became easier and easier. The power of heaven and earth blessed it, and as the bloody star rose, the surging The moving cold wave also followed closely behind, rising into the sky. This was magical power and disaster.

After doing all this, the old bat's powerful aura passed away like running water, and his originally majestic body quickly became rickety.

Cough cough cough, coughing up blood in his mouth, looking at the bright red between his palms, the old bat felt dizzy, almost lost his balance, and fell directly from the altar. Fortunately, the four-winged chiller appeared and held him in time. .

"Bat Master..."

Looking at the old bat with a pale face and weak breath, a look of worry appeared on Siyi Hanchan's face.

Hearing this, he regained his breath, swallowed a magic pill, held the scepter tightly, pushed away the four-winged cicada, and the old bat steadied himself.

"Don't worry, I won't die for the time being, but I will need to recuperate for a while."

"From today on, there will be no more snow in the southern wilderness, and there will be heavy snow in Dali until the grass withers away and humans and animals are extinct. You must seize this opportunity."

Cough cough cough, coughing up blood again, the old bat said.

Hearing this, Four-winged Hanchan nodded solemnly.

Pray for blessings on the disaster bat, a suggestion from a book friend.