Wu Junyan looked at the lonely sky in the same void, his eyes were slightly red, his knees were kneeled, and his voice was even more swallowed, "I'm ashamed of you."
In fact, Wu Junyan does not know the identity of Dugu Changkong.
When I was young, I worshipped my teacher and got along with him every day. I was also a teacher and a father, and I had deep feelings.
Later, Dugu Changkong left a sentence and turned around and left: "When you reach the realm of disaster, our master and apprentice will have another day."
According to the initial layout of Dugu Changkong, let Wu Junyan go through all kinds of grinding and practice to the period of disaster, and then wash the marrow and cut bones for Wu Junyan, teach all the lifelong insights of Qingzong, cultivate it wholeheartedly, and restore the Qingzong.
Moreover, Dugu Changkong did not intend to let Wu Junyan go to the Moyuan, but just wanted to protect the blood of Qingzong. He is selfish and does not want to cut off the inheritance of Qingzong. As for other things, the world should bear the corresponding responsibility.
Later, the appearance of Lin Changsheng and Chen Qingyuan changed the intention of Dugu Changkong.
In order to meet his master, Wu Junyan tried his best to practice and promised his master not to use some special Taoist skills.
Although Wu Junyan doesn't know what those Taoist skills mean, he will never violate his teacher's words.
"You did a good job."
Du Gu smiled in the sky.
A soft force helped Wu Junyan in the boundary of Buddha beads.
Yu Chenran, who was hidden in the void in the distance, looked at the sudden appearance of Dugu Changkong, showing a surprised expression, and then returned to nature.
Not long ago, Yu Chenran found out the true identity of Dugu Changkong, the elder of Qingzong.
"There's a good show."
Yu Chenran still didn't plan to show his face and couldn't take his eyes off the hustle and bustle.
The top ability of the thirty-six sects in Dizhou all know the solitary sky of Linghemen, a living fossil that has lived for nearly 30,000 years, with a very high generation.
"Is the words of Changgeng Sword Fairy just now true or not?"
The strong have great doubts.
Jianxian actually said that he may not be an opponent of Dugu Changkong now, which is hard to believe.
"Is the ancestor so powerful?"
The elders of Linghemen were full of doubt.
"People like Sword Fairy should not bluff. Is it... Is Dugu Changkong so low-key?
A character comparable to Changgeng Sword Fairy has not made any shocking move for tens of thousands of years. It is strange and terrible to think about it.
Such an old antique that can tolerate and hide clumsiness must be very horrible.
"Gentles and gentlemen, please give the old man a face and give up this matter."
Dugu is dressed in a cloth, and his sparse white hair is messy. A pair of straw shoes and a few mud and dust are expected to be taken care of his vegetable garden before he came.
How dare the several strong men of Linghemen be the enemy of the ancestors? They honestly retreated to the distance to see how the situation would develop. They don't understand why Dugu Laozu said that Wu Junyan had nothing to do with Linghemen. Let's figure it out later!
"It's a little funny that the senior wants to calm this matter down in one sentence."
The strong man of the ancient sect, who had old grudges with Linghemen, made an unconcealed sarcasm.
"The fragments of the imperial soldiers are very involved. How can I give up?"
Someone also expressed their determination to get the fragments of the imperial soldiers.
"With all due respect, your old face is not worth the price."
In a word, I want to quit the heroes of the imperial state. What a joke.
Even if the famous Changgeng Sword Fairy in the past came forward, everyone refused to give up, not to mention the Dugu Changkong, which seemed to be about to sit down.
Although Jianxian's words just now scared all the great people, they didn't believe that Dugu Changkong really had such ability.
After all, Dugu Changkong is too low-key, and even the senior officials of Linghemen rarely see him take action.
"The old man doesn't want to stain his hands with blood. Please think twice."
Dugu Changkong puts his affection on the mountains and rivers, does not fight for power and profit, and does not be greedy for money and lust.
Only when he watches the seeds planted in the vegetable garden sprout and grow can he have some fun and lament the magic of life.
Hearing the news of the birth of the emperor's army, Dugu Changkong was a little surprised, but he did not want to seize it. However, this creation is the disciple Wu Junyan, and no one can take it away.
"Jiang Nanli, who is on the cliff, wants to ask for advice from Dugu senior."
The black-faced old man with crutches saw Dugu working with a hoe in the mud many years ago. He did not have the dusty temperament of a monk, which made it difficult for people to show respect.
The old man on crutches does not believe that a top figure lives a simple life like a mortal, and wants to test the strength of Dugu Changkong.
"If I take action, there will be death and injury." Dugu Changkong looked at the old man on crutches and said in a flat voice, "Are you sure?"
Somehow, the old man's heart trembled slightly.
At a glance, the indescribable sense of dryness surged into my heart, making the old man's body on crutches cold and uneasy.
"Of course."
The words have been said, and the old man on crutches can't step back, which is too shameful.
"Even if Dugu Changkong is not a weak person, I am also an extraordinary person. There should be no problem to compete with him."
The old man on crutches thought to himself that he was still a little confident in his own strength.
None of the monks who can stand at the peak of the Mahayana are ordinary people with many life-saving cards.
At this point, Dugu Changkong said nothing more.
Da, Da, Da...
Dugu Changkong walks towards the heroes of Dizhou in the depths of the starry sky, with a slow pace. Every step of falling can make many people's hearts suddenly sink and full of oppression.
Obviously, it is a living fossil with half of the body into the earth, as thin as wood, withered qi and blood. How can there be such pressure?
Each group can feel the pressure, and it is difficult to keep calm with the subconscious tight hands.
Facing the lonely old man with a crutch, the pressure was several times more than others. There were a few strands of cold sweat on his forehead, and his right hand holding the crutch unconsciously shook a few times.
After a few breaths, the old man on crutches held his breath, controlled his unstable emotions, operated his spiritual power, and used Taoism.
"Go!"
The old man on crutches suddenly threw the crutches in his hand into the sky. The crutches turned into an extremely terrible magic weapon. The speed was so fast that it could not be seen with the naked eye. He could only see a piece of void being pierced, leaving long traces, and the scene of explosion was particularly horrible.
At the same time, the old man on crutches used several cards.
Between the hands, a slap-fired stove appeared, which quickly became larger in the starry sky, ejecting a polar fire, and evolved into hundreds of huge fire dragons. The face was ferocious, and the power of the flame was enough to burn several stars.
Then, a black ancient flag was clenched by the old man's hands and waved.
Whow--
A terrible storm swept through the sky of Dugu, and tens of millions of skeletons with sharp blades appeared in the starry sky, roaring like beasts and killing.
The storm caused by the ancient flag to increase the power of the Jiyan road fire by several percent, and the bodies of hundreds of fire dragons became bigger.