The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

The old Taoist rubbed the little head of the little Taoist, shook his head lightly, and said earnestly, "Xiao Shan, it's not that the master values ​​that young man, but that he hopes that young man will value him as a teacher."

Hearing this, the little Taoist named Xiaoshan could squeeze a goose egg in his mouth.

Who is your master?

Dao Dao Da is the highest in the world, the oldest in generations, and the invincible person known as Dao ancestor.

Isn't it nonsense that such a superpower still expects others to value it?

The most important thing is to be valued by expectations, or to be a rascal.

Xiaoshan looked puzzled, but he knew that his master would never say something unfounded.

"Master, who is that rascal?" Xiaoshan asked curiously.

"If you don't go back to the past, you won't enter reincarnation." The old Tao said softly.

"What?" Xiaoshan shuddered in fright, and stammered: "Well, then, isn't that the only great emperor in the legend?"

The little Taoist priest is about to cry again, if the rogue is really the legendary emperor, he had scolded him before!

Seeing Xiaoshan's face pale with fright, the old Dao gently rubbed Xiaoshan's head.

But soon, the little Taoist realized the loophole in his master's words.

"That's not right! Master." Xiaoshan wiped his eyes: "If the rogue is the emperor, Master can't count his arrival?"

The emperor is a detached person, who jumped out of the Three Realms and did not enter the cycle of reincarnation. It is impossible to be counted.

The old man smiled and shook his head: "Everything has a certain number."

"God is mysterious." Xiaoshan bulged his cheeks unhappily.

At this time, Lao Dao's face suddenly changed, and the fishing rod without a fishing line in his hand suddenly trembled violently.

"Crack..."

The fishing rod made an overwhelming sound, and the originally straight fishing rod appeared a huge arc at this moment, as if a big fish was hooked.

The problem is that there is no fishing line on this rod.

Seeing the strangeness of the emerald green fishing rod, Xiao Shan paled with fright, and rushed behind the old Tao.

Old Dao's face was solemn, his right hand holding the fishing rod suddenly increased gravity, and he firmly grasped the restless fishing rod.

The left hand that became vacant then lifted, volleyed to portray it.

As the old Dao's left hand got faster and faster, a golden spell was magically engraved in the air.

Once the golden spell is completed, it will emit a monstrous golden light, like a scorching sun, so that all evil spirits can't hide.

"disease."

The old Dao snorted, and the golden rune engraved in the air went straight to the sky.

The white clouds that had interrupted the blue sky, after the golden runes rushed through, all quickly dispersed, revealing the endless blue sky.

"Kacha, Kacha."

Strange things happen again, the blue sky, at this moment, is like a broken mirror, with cracks of unknown length appearing.

These cracks are all over the sky, as if the whole sky will be shattered in the next moment, which is terrifying.

"Woo~"

A weird and stern roar came from the top of the sky, as if there was a monster hidden in the sky that was about to shatter.

Hearing this harsh cry, the old man raised the emerald green fishing rod in his hand.

The fishing rod, which was originally bent, became more and more fragile under this rise, and it seemed that it would break in the next moment.

"Here is a big guy." The old Dao frowned, and once again volleyed to draw a symbol.

This time the color of the spell was not like the previous one, the aura of awe-inspiring persisted.

This time, the color of the spell is actually a red full of murder.

As soon as the red spell was completed, a violent killing intent was shrouded in the sky in an instant.

At this moment, the red spell suddenly dissipated, turning into red streamers and rushing upwards, drilling in along the cracks in the sky.

"Woo~"

The screaming scream became more and more irritable as the red spell penetrated.

The whole sky, with this screaming howl, kept creaking and oppressive.

"Master." Xiaoshan was scared and wiped tears.

"Good." The old Dao rubbed Xiaoshan's head fondly: "Those beasts will be overwhelmed for a while."

Perhaps it was the old-fashioned spells that worked, and the howling sound soon disappeared.

Seeing the sky that was quiet again, the old Dao sighed helplessly and released the fishing rod in his hand.

Then the old Dao waved his hands extremely, and a series of mysterious runes rushed out, and the runes rushed up into the sky, quickly patching the cracks.

After doing this, everything returned to normal, but the old way did not relax at all, and his face was full of sorrow.

"I don't know how long it can last?" Old Dao shook his head.

"Master, Master." At this moment, a middle-aged Taoist rushed over while clutching his cheek.

This guy is not someone else, it was the peddler who was slapped and slapped by Xiao Chen on the street before.

Looking at the sky, the middle-aged Taoist sighed in relief and asked cautiously: "Master, those things have started again?"

The old man nodded, and then frowned: "Xuan Yangzi, didn't you let you go to get married? You came back so soon, and what's the matter with your face?"

Upon hearing this, Xuan Yangzi almost didn't cry.

Xuan Yangzi cried and said with a sad face: "Master, you don't know, that guy didn't play the cards according to common sense at all, and he gave me a slap in the backhand."

"Puff..." Xiaoshan on the side looked at Xuan Yangzi's swollen bun-like face, and laughed on the spot.

"Uncle Nephew, the rogue is not a cultivator at first glance. Why can't you avoid a slap in the face of annihilation?"

"Right!" Xuan Yangzi only reacted at this time.

The young man didn't have any true essence, he looked like an ordinary person, and he didn't have any fierce aura.

But he didn't avoid this slap, he really saw a ghost.

The old way shook his head: "Don't underestimate anyone and forget me? If it's a life-and-death battle, you might already be a corpse."

"Uh..." Xuan Yangzi lowered his head in embarrassment.

"By the way, what does the young man want to bring to me?" Old Dao asked Xuan Yangzi while helping Xuan Yangzi check his injuries.

"The boy said, let the manager go and tell him face to face, it hurts..." Xuan Yangzi cried like a pig.

It's strange, it's just a slap.

But this swollen face couldn't be eliminated, and the elixir was used a lot, but it was not good.

And it seemed to be getting worse, as if there was a fire on his face.

Lao Dao drew a few talisman casually, and the golden talisman produced bursts of strong suction, and a little white flame that was almost nothingness was sucked out from Xuan Yangzi's swollen face.

"Huh..." Xuan Yangzi let out a long sigh of relief, and finally no longer the burning pain on his face.