The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

The old Taoist rubbed the little Taoist's head, shook his head lightly, and said earnestly, "Xiaoshan, it's not that Master values ​​that young man, but I hope that young man will value him as a teacher."

Hearing this, the little Taoist priest named Xiaoshan was so shocked that he could stuff a goose egg into his mouth.

Who is my master?

Dao Dao is the most powerful and oldest in the world, and is known as the invincible person of Dao Patriarch.

Isn't it nonsense that such a super power actually expects others to value him?

The most important thing is to be expected to value, or a rogue.

Xiaoshan was puzzled, but he knew that his master would never say something groundless.

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

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

"What?" Xiaoshan shivered in fright, and stammered: "That, that, isn't that the only emperor in legend?"

The little Taoist priest was about to cry again, if that rascal was really the legendary emperor, I scolded him earlier!

Seeing Xiaoshan's face livid with fright, the old Taoist gently rubbed Xiaoshan's head.

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

"That's not right! Master." Xiaoshan wiped his eyes: "If that scoundrel is the Great Emperor, it's impossible for Master to count his arrival?"

The Great Emperor is a transcendent person, jumping out of the Three Realms and not entering reincarnation, it is impossible to be counted by others.

The old Taoist smiled and shook his head: "Everything has its definite order."

"Mysterious." Xiao Shan puffed his cheeks unhappily.

At this time, the old man's face suddenly changed, and the fishing rod without a fishing line in his hand suddenly shook violently.

"Crack..."

The fishing rod made an unbearable sound. The originally straight fishing rod now had a huge arc, as if a big fish had taken the bait.

But the problem is that there is no fishing line on this fishing rod at all.

Seeing the strange appearance of the emerald green fishing rod, Xiaoshan turned pale with fright, and rushed to the old man's back.

The old man's face was solemn, and the right hand holding the fishing rod suddenly increased his strength, and he firmly grasped the restless fishing rod.

Then he raised his free left hand and began to draw in the air.

As the old Taoist's left hand got faster and faster, a golden charm was miraculously engraved in the air.

As soon as the golden spell is completed, it emits a monstrous golden light, like a scorching sun, making all evil spirits invisible.

"disease."

The old man let out a low shout, and the golden rune engraved in the air flew straight into the sky.

The white clouds that originally blocked the blue sky all dispersed quickly after the golden runes rushed past, revealing an endless blue sky.

"Crack, click."

Strange things happened again, and the blue sky, at this moment, was like a broken mirror, with cracks of unknown length.

These cracks are all over the sky, as if the whole sky will shatter in the next moment, it is extremely terrifying.

"Woo~"

One after another, strange and shrill roars came from the top of the sky, as if there were some monsters hidden in the sky that was about to shatter.

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

The fishing rod, which was already bent, became more and more fragile under this swing, as if it would break in the next moment.

"Here comes a big guy." The old man frowned, and drew a talisman in the air again.

This time the color of the spell is not the same as before, and the aura of grandeur lasts forever.

The color of the spell this time is actually a murderous red.

As soon as the red spell was completed, the sky above was instantly enveloped by a violent killing intent.

But at this moment, the red spells suddenly spread out, turning into streaks of red streamers and rushing upwards, burrowing into the cracks above the sky.

"Woo~"

The shrill cry became more urgent and violent as the red talisman entered.

The entire sky, along with the shrill howl, kept making creaking and oppressive sounds.

"Master." Xiaoshan was so frightened that he wiped away tears.

"Good boy." The old Taoist rubbed Xiaoshan's head dotingly: "Those bastards won't be able to hold back for a while."

Perhaps the old man's spell had worked, and the howling sound soon disappeared.

Looking at the quiet sky again, the old Taoist sighed helplessly, and let go of the fishing rod in his hand.

Then the old man waved his hands extremely, and mysterious runes surged out one after another, and the runes rushed to the sky, quickly repairing those cracks.

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

"I don't know how long I can last?" The old man shook his head.

"Master, master." At this moment, a middle-aged Taoist priest rushed over, clutching his cheeks.

This guy was none other than the peddler who was slapped away by Xiao Chen on the street earlier.

Looking at the sky, the middle-aged Taoist breathed a sigh of relief, and asked cautiously: "Master, those things started again?"

The old Taoist nodded, then frowned: "Xuanyangzi, didn't you ask you to get married? You came back so soon, and what's the matter with your face?"

Hearing this, Xuan Yangzi almost didn't cry.

Xuan Yangzi said with a sad face: "Master, you don't know, that guy didn't play cards according to common sense at all, and slapped me backhanded."

"Pfft..." Xiaoshan on the side looked at Xuanyangzi's swollen face like a steamed bun, and laughed on the spot.

"Uncle nephew, that scoundrel is not a cultivator at first glance, why can't you avoid a slap when you are a power in the annihilation state?"

"That's right!" Xuan Yangzi realized at this time.

The young man didn't have any real energy, he looked like an ordinary person, and he didn't have a sharp aura, and he didn't look like a martial artist because he was thin and weak.

But he just didn't dodge the slap, he really saw a ghost.

The old Taoist shook his head: "Don't underestimate anyone and forget my words? If it's a life-and-death battle, you're probably already a corpse."

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

"By the way, that boy has something to say to me." The old Taoist asked while helping Xuan Yangzi check his injuries.

"The boy said, ask the manager to tell him face to face, it hurts..." Xuan Yangzi screamed like a pig.

Strange to say, it was just a slap.

But the swollen face couldn't go away, and I tried a lot of panacea, but it didn't get better.

And it seemed to be getting more and more serious, as if there was a fire burning in the face.

The old man drew a few talismans casually, and the golden talisman gave off a burst of strong suction, and a little white flame that was almost nothing was sucked out from Xuanyangzi's swollen face.

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