Otherworldly Merchant

“Grandpa!” The little girl screamed, turning around and running into the pit, I hurried to catch her two steps.

The dust in the middle of the pit also slowly dissipated, revealing a large sphere about five metres in diameter.

The ball crosses black and white, and you have me, and I have you, like clouds wrapping around white and white, competing for the moon.

The black and white clouds move, constantly changing and spinning.

Boom!

Suddenly, a light emerged from the sphere and smashed into the black lotus wall.

The walls were struck hard and raw into a large pit, and the road cracks stretched wildly.

The shadow of light slipped down from the depressed pit and turned out to be the old man in the grey robe!

His grey robe had long been shattered, his hair fluttered with gray hair, his face was pale, his mouth was full of blood on his forehead, even his chest was covered with red.

“Grandpa!” The little girl broke out of my hand and ran toward the old man.

“Hahahahahahahaha...” There was a raving laugh coming from the pit.

The sphere was shattered and a figure stood in the dust.

If you have red bars all over you, you don't even have a cloth head.

Half of them are extremely fine muscles, and the other half are tragic white bones. It's like cutting half the illustrations of the muscles and bones in a biology book, and spelling them together is far more horrible than just the blood corpse!

Did the Father of Satan triumph in this peak duel?

I suddenly had a very bad feeling, as if there was a catastrophe about to devastate the heavens and the earth.

“Ha-ha-ha! What can you do if you fix the Scripture of Shadows? What can you do if you have a wooden cane? I still have the same defeat?” The half-bone monster laughed with great pride.

“I set fire to the old and burned myself, and cut off half my flesh and deceived you. I've been hiding in caves for three years, eating corpses, eating mice. I wandered around starving, getting punched with my eyes everywhere, looking for food in a stinking gutter trash can... Why am I doing this? This is the day!” The father of Satan bites and cuts his teeth.

“As long as three years ago, my magic of death was ready, and only two mysterious bones were missing, a place I was bound to get. But I got your news by accident —— you're just missing this Buddha's heart to get rid of the little one's black ice drama poison. ”

“So I went to great lengths to set this up. Longquan Village, Zhang Jiulin, Pulless Magic Box, Yellow Springs Sword, what's missing, I'm afraid you're not going to get it. ”

“Now I win. The last winner was my Black Eagle, not the Gray Pigeon! ”

“Now you see, who is stronger and who is better equipped with the Palm Shadow Gate? ”

“The old man is blind, so he deserves to die! White carving is blind, so she deserves it! Everybody in this world deserves to die. Everybody deserves to die!” He spoke harshly, waving his arms hard.

With his arms swinging, lime and windless, the ground behind him burst slightly, as if there was a huge object about to break out!

“Cough...” the gray robe old man leaning against the black lotus stone wall coughed slightly twice, roaring: “Black eagle, you're happy too soon, you don't want to think, I got here before all of you, but what are you waiting for? ”

“Hmm?” said Satan's father, suddenly, stunned. "Are you waiting for me? ”

“Nice!” the gray old man stood up slowly, holding a wooden cane in one hand and pulling the little girl in the other, slowly walking towards the pit.

“To be precise, we are waiting for the Father of Satan. ”

“Though I didn't know it was you at the time, as a Shadow Gate man, I would never allow such a person to live in the world. ”

The old man in the gray robe turned his head and looked at me and said: "Boy, when I left the tomb of Yu Wang, your grandfather said that very well, on the path of the river and lake, Huai Renshen heart, this is probably the most insistent ethics of my life. ”

“And you!” The old man in the gray robe turned his head and stared closely at the Father of Satan in the pit, shouting out: “Historically, innocent people have been killed indiscriminately, from the dead! The deceiver destroys his ancestors, steals forbidden arts, and deludes himself into resurrecting Satan - killing you hundreds of times is not enough. ”

“Hahahahahaha...” Satan's father snorted and laughed wildly: “What can you stand me for? Don't forget, all the truths are written by the victors! Don't worry, I'll put a lot of these charges you just listed in your name. Die! ”

He said, with his arms crossed.

Boom!

The soaring earth heap behind him rushed up again, revealing a white bone in the gap.

What the hell is this huge thing?

“Humph!” the old man grinned. “If you hadn't been so obsessed, you would have done it a long time ago, maybe you'd already won, but it's too late. ”

“I'll show you what I've got for you!” He said, throwing the wooden cane out of his hand at once.

The wooden wand was spinning halfway through the sky, like a powerful propeller, with a raging wind of lanes, and the ashes of stone scraps all around the pit were blown away.

There was a golden light on the ground.

I looked down and it was a gold cast Tibetan charm!

These spells were originally embedded on the inner walls of the circular lobby, surrounded by great dreamers.

At this time, the old grey robe surrounded the round pit in a large circle of dense numbness, the spell was all cast from gold, it was golden, at this time it was even more glorious and magnified.

A spell was staggered and firmly covered the whole great pit; a golden symbol rose in the sky, shooting all at the father of Satan in the middle of the great pit.

“Ah!" the father of Satan shouted, backing away in succession, waving a white cigarette, trying to cover the light, but was scattered by the golden light and shot at him.

As soon as the light swept through him, whether he was human or white, a white cigarette lit up and burned a hole in him.

The soil heap that had just risen stopped.

“Ah! Ah!” The light was extremely fierce, as if it could pierce the soul, even the father of Satan could not bear the pain, screaming even.