Prehistoric life

The sloppy old man's momentum weakened, and the high priest could naturally feel it, and continued: "I understand the purpose of Tianzun's visit, but there is something I have to say."

"What?" asked the sloppy old man.

"As a teacher, just preach, and you shouldn't have to deal with too many things for him. Not to mention that he has acquired the unparalleled skills. The five-square flag, Dao Yan Sword, and two treasures are in hand. As long as he can concentrate on understanding and using them well,

Even a monk with average qualifications can dominate the world. Such a person is too successful, can he really defeat his opponent? "

"I don't know much about the other person, but I know that he struggled and grew up in the abyss. If you don't talk about other things, just talking about mental perseverance, he is far beyond what your disciple can match. I can conclude that if this continues, this bet will

Yue Pangu lost."

The sloppy old man was silent. What the high priest said was not unreasonable. He knew in his heart that he just couldn't let go. After all, once something happened to Zhou Cheng, many things would really be out of control.

"I know what you are worried about. If he dies, there will be no control. But if this continues, even if he doesn't die, he will definitely lose. There will be no difference in the outcome. You might as well let go of his hands and feet and let him grow on his own, so that you have a chance."

The sloppy old man frowned and said: "Let him grow up, not let him die. Just like now, you took away his Five Elements Flag and Daoyan Sword. Although his qualifications are extraordinary, he can deal with thousands of witch clans alone.

Almost certain death."

The high priest laughed and said: "This is a contradiction. Almost is in conflict with death. Since you also said it is almost, it does not mean that it is certain. This is a gamble. Since it is a gamble, there should be a way forward, either life or death.

courage."

"What's more, I have already reserved my hand. The people on stage are all at the level of immortals. Can you guarantee that his opponents will always be people with a similar level to him? In the battle of the supreme, not only the younger generation can participate. If even these

If he can't deal with anyone, why should he compete with another person for the supreme position, and why should he hunt for thousands of innate Tao bodies?"

"On the road to the Supreme, there is only fighting and nothing else. Before reaching the highest position, difficulties and challenges will never disappear, and death may come at any time. If he stops here, it only means that he is nothing more than that and is not worth it.

Pity."

The sloppy old man was silent again. But his brows had slowly relaxed. Seeing that he seemed to be moved, the high priest continued: "You innate immortals have experienced one more era than others, so you think you can see things clearly.

It's relatively transparent. Unfortunately, variables in this world will always exist, and it will not develop as you predict."

"Just like the appearance of Emperor Kuzu back then, it still caused chaos between you and that person. Even if you bring up the Immortal King of the Five Sacred Mountains, you can't stop it, and this bet almost died."

As soon as these words came out, the sloppy old man's pupils shrank. His eyes were like swords. He took a deep breath and asked, "Who are you?" Needless to say, it was obvious that what the other party said was true.

The high priest shook his head: "It doesn't matter who I am. Since the two people in the bet have been born, you can just let it go. According to the agreement, you can help me in Wuyue Shenzhou. But it is impossible for your disciples to achieve this in Wuyue Shenzhou."

The supreme realm. Sooner or later you have to let go, why not let go earlier."

The sloppy old man didn't speak for a while. Many thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally he sighed. He stretched out his hand and called Tai Chi Tu back. For various reasons, this battle could not go on.

After receiving the Tai Chi diagram, the sloppy old man asked again: "Why are you telling me this?" The origin of the other party was unknown, and he did not believe that he had good intentions.

The high priest smiled slightly: "There is no reason. Great God Pangu is the ancestor god of my Wu clan. I just don't want to see him lose."

After saying this, he raised his hand, and thousands of mysterious lights condensed in his palm. It was the Galaxy Palm mentioned by the sloppy old man.

The sloppy old man immediately frowned, thinking that this person was going to take action. However, the high priest did not do this to him, but slapped the Galaxy Palm against the rusty sword.

With a slap of the palm, the mysterious light flashed on the rusty sword, and the colorful light came out, as if it wanted to resist, but then the brilliance was restrained, just like before, and it was stained with rust.

"What are you doing?" the sloppy old man asked immediately.

The high priest replied calmly: "The power of the Daoyan sword is infinite. Even if it is just a blank, it is enough to compete with Tai Chi Tu. Your disciple's possession of this object will only make him gain temporarily and become very dependent on this sword.

It won’t do him any good in the future.”

"Although I don't agree with taking away all his belongings and letting him walk alone, the power in the Daoyan sword must be sealed and allowed to be slowly unlocked by his own strength."

The sloppy old man breathed out and didn't say much. What the other party said was not unreasonable. Many things he did care about would mess him up. But the other party's magical power made him even more uneasy. He was a person who could seal the Dao Yan Sword and whose origin was unknown.

, God knows what kind of variables will arise.

The fighting on this side has stopped, but the fighting on the other side has become fierce.

Zhou Cheng, who had lost the Five Directions Banner, faced thousands of barbarians who were like wild dogs and oxen, and even his legs almost gave out.

Each of them has a fist as big as a stew pot, as steely as iron. If he is hit by a punch, it will not be as simple as picking up a small bag.

Immediately, he could only use the oiling technique on the soles of his feet and dodge with his feet on the drunken immortal steps.

If it were an ordinary immortal, there would be no danger, but this is a witch clan, a witch clan that does not cultivate Qi Yuan Shen, a witch clan that is born with infinite strength and fights with blood.

Not only were they physically powerful, their attack power was terrifying, but their speed was far superior to that of ordinary immortals. Thousands of people were also arriving, almost blocking the way, and the situation immediately became dangerous.

After dodging in the crowd for a moment, he finally got inevitably punched.

The terrifying force was enough to blast the hill into pieces. Zhou Cheng felt as if his head had been hit by a huge iron pot. There was a buzzing in his ears and he flew out.

Even though he had already activated the Shrinking Turtle technique, he was still in excruciating pain.

After flying far away, before his body could stop, a figure appeared beside him.

"Haha, the title of warrior belongs to me!" This is a young witch clan whose strength is not inferior to that of his rival.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his palm into a sword and struck at the waist. This palm strike, with the will of killing this person, seemed to split the space, making bursts of thunder sounds, and its power was evident.

There was a loud "boom", and you could even hear the sound of bones breaking. Zhou Cheng flew out again, but he was not cut in half as expected.

"Meng Huai, I haven't seen you for many days. Your strength is getting worse and worse. It seems that only I, Xiangjiu, can win this title of warrior."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure blocked Zhou Cheng Feiteng's path, his fist flashed with golden light and struck with a terrifying aura.