Sword Slaying The Heavens

"That monkey? Didn't it just disappear with a remnant soul? Do you think it's still alive?" Mo Long was stunned after hearing this, and said in astonishment.

"If those old fellows are still alive, it is impossible for Qi Tian not to appear so far, maybe he has really fallen, but I can still vaguely feel a trace of its power." The fat Taoist said, still looking at his feet.

"That's right. After all, these old guys had the best relationship with it back then. If it was alive, it would definitely come out. It's just that so many years have passed, and with its nature, if it hasn't appeared, it should be really dead. That trace of power Maybe it's a remnant soul again." Mo Long said.

Chen Fan listened calmly, but didn't speak. He didn't know much about Qi Tian, ​​but when he heard the fat Taoist suspect that Qi Tian was still alive, he couldn't help feeling a little flustered. After all, he was a great figure in mythology.

"Ahem..."

At this time, there were coughing sounds not far away, and then several figures came flying through the clouds at an extremely fast speed, appearing in front of Chen Fan and the others in the blink of an eye, and the clouds dissipated by themselves after landing.

Among them, there was a figure that Chen Fan was most familiar with. It was Yang Xiao back then. His appearance was still young, and his strength was far beyond the body-fitting state, and he had become unfathomable.

The moment he saw Chen Fan, he seemed a little surprised, and then he saw Chen Fan's eyebrows, and his murderous intent immediately pervaded.

Chen Fan said: "Senior, this sky eye was given by Yang Tianji when he was in the ruins."

Yang Xiao paused for a moment, and then dissipated his killing intent, but he didn't speak. He looked at the fat Taoist priest, and immediately bowed deeply, respectfully and gratefully saying: "Thank you for saving my life, senior."

The fat Taoist remained silent and waved his hand to signal that he didn't need to.

Seeing this, Yang Xiao got up too, stood aside, his expression regained his composure.

"The Molong tribe still left such a little ruffian alive. I'm afraid there is no hope of reuniting the tribe." At this time, a white-haired old man standing with Yang Xiao said. He was wearing a Taoist robe with a smile on his face, but It was so old and fragile again, as if it would fall if pushed lightly.

But after all, this is only the surface. In fact, as soon as these people appeared, Chen Fan immediately felt a great momentum, a kind of prestige, the prestige from the immortal.

"Hmph, you call us old guys behind your back, do you think you're still young?" Another old man also snorted coldly and glanced at Mo Long.

But Mo Long didn't care, he squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Old fellow,

Take it easy, it's not easy to live for so long. "

"It's better than staying in a broken tower and being a weapon spirit." The old man had a bad temper and immediately retorted.

Mo Long was so teased that he couldn't speak. Indeed, it really depended on the Soul Gathering Tower to survive. Although the method was clever, compared to these old guys who really survived, it fell behind.

It stopped talking, and looked away, pretending not to hear.

Several old men also looked at the fat Taoist at this time, and said immediately: "The immortal Taoist is really extraordinary. In the past, everyone sympathized with you for practicing this kind of method, but now I'm afraid there is only envy."

The fat Taoist shook his head lightly, his eyes were deep, and he said in a low voice: "If it is possible, I hope to die like this in that battle. This road is not easy."

"If your words get out, those fellow Taoists who died will crawl out of their graves in anger." Several old men disagreed, thinking that the fat Taoist priest was making sarcastic remarks.

The fat Taoist didn't intend to explain any more, but just sighed in a low voice.

It was only a few old men who focused on Chen Fan, a human race who stepped into the Fusion Realm at a young age, and still had the aura of Burning Heaven in his body, it was hard not to let these people pay attention, only Yang Xiao remained calm Stand still.

"Immortal Taoist, is this junior your disciple?" An old man asked.

"The aptitude is pretty good. It's a pity that he broke through the body-fitting state in that world. It's a pity that he was born at an untimely time." The other person took a look at Chen Fan, then shook his head and whispered.

The fat Taoist didn't seem to explain that he and Chen Fan were not in a master-student relationship. He looked down at his feet again, and then asked, "Did Qi Tian not survive?"

When several old men heard this, their expressions became lonely and sad.

"Even its master died in battle, how could it still be alive."

"It tried its best in that battle, but it killed our fellow Taoist. In the end, it discovered that everything was a conspiracy. If it was still alive, it would probably die of anger."

"It still values ​​love and righteousness. During the war, we were imprisoned and swept out of the battlefield. I didn't expect to rush back after the imprisonment was released. Everything came to an end. I still have a deep impression of the tragic scene back then..."

"Emperor, why are you so ambitious..."

In the end, the several old men were all affected by their emotions, their anger surged up, and their killing intent was overwhelming.

"Old guy, your temper is getting worse and worse. It's a pity that there are only a few of us left now. I'm afraid we really can't take revenge." Mo Long said leisurely, as if he had nothing to do with himself.

Several old men immediately glared, then snorted coldly, their anger gradually subsided, and they didn't bother to argue with Mo Long.

The fat Taoist priest also kept staring at his feet. At this moment, Chen Fan also realized that something was wrong. The fat Taoist priest was definitely not thinking, but looking at the demon world below, as if he was looking for something.

"You don't need to look for it." Just then, an old man said suddenly.

"Qi Tian returned to the Demon Realm before he died and completely sealed his power in his cave. Now that the seal of the cave is gradually weakening, the Demon Realm and the Immortal Court are also planning to find some young people with good qualifications to enter to see if they can inherit its inheritance."

A strange look flashed across the fat Taoist's eyes, and he said, "I didn't expect it to be so enlightened, and it didn't want to die with its supernatural powers."

"If someone can inherit his supernatural powers, maybe we can have more combat power among us." The old man nodded.

Hearing these words, Mo Long regained his energy immediately, and exclaimed: "Then the king came at the right time."

A few old men glanced at it lightly, and sneered: "It's not your turn. Although the entrance seal is weakened, it still stands for immortals. Only those who are in the body-fit state or below can enter. If you want to enter during the tribulation period, I’m afraid we’ll have to wait another thousand years, as for immortals and above...hehe, at least ten thousand years.”

"Ten thousand years? This king can still afford to wait." Mo Long was a little disappointed after hearing this, but still insisted on replying.

The fat Taoist shook his head lightly, and said, "Not everyone can inherit Qi Tian's inheritance. It needs some opportunities. It's a pity that the little guy can't come, otherwise he will succeed if he goes in."

Chen Fan was also slightly stunned. The little guy the fat Taoist was talking about was naturally the little golden monkey. It was the descendant of Qi Tian, ​​and he was indeed the best candidate to inherit his power. Unfortunately, his realm was too low to come to this world.

"Perhaps, you can give it a try."

At this time, the fat Taoist suddenly looked at Chen Fan and said, he knew that Chen Fan had practiced eight or nine mysterious skills...