Fantasy: Ancestor Simulator

Chapter 48 Be a slave, or die! (2/5 for evaluation votes)

“Om—”

The golden light hit the transparent mask in front of the cave and exploded. The mask flickered rapidly, as if it was crumbling.

At the entrance of the cave, the white-haired old man held an egg-sized white jade bead in his hand, exuding a faint light, and flickering lightly following the vibration of the mask.

The white-haired old man lowered his head and glanced at Yuzhu, with a solemn color in his eyes.

After being worn by the opponent for half a month, this defensive Magical Item is almost unsupported after all. If this continues, I am afraid that everyone on my side will die here.

The opponent is obviously a Rogue Cultivator who is used to murder and treasure hunting, and even the Xianyao faction is not To put in one’s eyes. This kind of wild Rogue Cultivators is the most tricky.

For the present plan, I am afraid that I have to sacrifice myself to hold the opponent, and try to let a few juniors escape.

Even if one can escape, at least he can report Sect and avenge others.

At the same time, in the opposite air, the gray-robed old man sneered at the corner of his mouth, looking at the white-haired old man as if he could see through the other’s mind.

“Um?!”

Right here, the gray-robed old man suddenly changed his expression, as if he had sensed something, he suddenly turned his head and looked towards the horizon on the right.

In the next second, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his face showed a look of horror!

Because he felt a powerful and terrifying aura approaching fast, the most important thing was… an icy air machine had locked him in!

The comer is not good! !

escape! ! !

Almost instantly, the gray-robed old man made a decision in his heart. He did not hesitate to leave behind the ‘prey’ he had guarded for more than ten days, and turned around to flee.

However, as soon as the Magic power in his body burst out, he was abruptly pressed down, and his body flew out less than a hundred meters before he was frozen in the air.

Then, the gray-robed old man was like being grasped by an invisible big hand. He was forcibly turned around. He saw that in his original position, a figure surrounded by black energy appeared!

The Cultivation Base of the Fourth Stage of his own supernatural power realm, there is no resistance in front of the opponent, all Movement Technique powers are imprisoned, even if you want to self-destruct, you can’t do it!

The pinnacle of the supernatural realm! !

The gray-robed old man only felt cold all over, and he was infinitely panic. He didn’t understand why such a terrible guy suddenly ran out, and he seemed to be targeting himself!

I don’t remember when I provoke this kind of horrible existence! !

…

Xu Mo looked at the gray-robed old man on the opposite side and confirmed again. The other end of his hand that contacted Magical Item was on the other side.

You should not find the wrong person.

He turned his head to look at the few people on the cliff, and he had already guessed what was going on without asking.

It’s nothing more than a cliché to kill people and win treasures.

In the world of cultivating immortals, it is a common occurrence.

Xu Mo looked at those people and said lightly: “People who are irrelevant, you can go.”

“…”

At the entrance of the cave, several Xianyao cultivators all had expressions of astonishment, even the white-haired old man of the Third Stage of the Divine Transformation Realm.

The white-haired old man was just preparing to sacrifice himself and fight his enemies to death. Didn’t expect to turn around in a blink of an eye, the savior from heaven?

He even couldn’t help but wonder if it was a fraud, but it didn’t seem to be the case. It was obvious that the person came for the Rogue Cultivators.

Moreover, they are the pinnacle of the supernatural power realm, if they are really hostile to them, they can slap themselves to death with a slap.

After hesitating for a moment, the white-haired old man made a decision. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he directly put away the defensive cover, and then bowed to the dark shadow. He respectfully and gratefully said: “Xianyao sent Gu Lengquan, thanks senior for help. Grace!!”

Xu Mo did not answer, but waved his hand casually.

The white-haired old man did not dare to talk nonsense anymore, winked at the few young juniors who were still in a daze behind him, and whispered: “Go!!”

He waved his hand directly, released the Magic power to support the four juniors, took them to the sky, and quickly fleeed away.

The gray-robed old man watched the people of the Xianyao faction leave, but he didn’t care about them at all, he just thought quickly about how to deal with the immediate danger in fear.

Xu Mo no longer cared about the people who left, looked at the gray-robed old man again, and said in a calm tone: “Wu Fengling…Who are you?”

The gray-robed old man was taken aback for a moment, his eyes flickered quickly, guessing the meaning of this question.

In the next second, he found that the restrictions on his body were slightly loosened and he was able to speak.

He only hesitated slightly, and answered truthfully: “Wu Fengling… is my junior!”

Xu Mo declined to comment and continued: “Identity, origin.”

The gray-robed old man beat the drum in his heart, and had to bite the bullet and said: “Junior…named Wu Fengzhi, from Qianguo, Rogue Cultivators…Master Fufeng, who has passed away… Now only me and Wu Fengling are left in the Shimen… ”

He intermittently explained the origins of his own identity, and then cautiously said: “I don’t know how my younger brother offended senior, please senior’s atonement… I have no knowledge, please senior…”

Xu Mo interrupted him directly: “Give you two choices.”

Wu Fengzhi was taken aback.

Then Xu Mo said coldly:

“Be a slave, or die!”

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