Fantasy: Invincible From The Game Brush Level

"Boy, you are a person of great fortune! Don't underestimate this true knowledge and understanding. When you practice to the end, you will naturally be able to use it!"

The bald old man looked at Jiang Ping, and said in a very solemn tone, "If you don't have this true knowledge and understanding, I'm afraid you will be trapped in this world like me, unable to go in and out, unable to show yourself..."

"What did you say?"

Jiang Ping was a little surprised when he heard the words of the bald old man,

From his words, Jiang Ping seems to have heard a big secret!

"That's right! Because when I was practicing, it was because I didn't get the true knowledge and understanding! That's why I haven't made a breakthrough... To tell you the truth, I've been stuck in this domain for who knows how many years! "

The bald old man nodded, his tone seemed to reveal endless vicissitudes, "The purpose of my existence is to find the next master of this true knowledge and true understanding!"

"Now, I leave this true knowledge and understanding to you!"

The bald old man smiled slightly at Jiang Ping, his gaze was like looking at someone who has passed by!

"Don't you already have this true knowledge and understanding? Why do you still stay here at 17?"

Jiang Ping frowned when he heard the bald old man's words,

He felt that there seemed to be some important information hidden in the words of the bald old man,

But he hasn't caught it yet.

"It's useless! It's too late now! My time, after all, has passed..."

The bald old man shook his head, and the sadness in his tone made people cry, "Now, I can only pin my hope on you!"

"Okay, it's not appropriate to talk too much! In short, you must protect this true knowledge and understanding! But don't let someone snatch it away, the consequences will be too great!"

After the bald old man returned the two golden runes to Jiang Ping, his face instantly returned to his previous smile,

"Okay! I will leave these things to you! It has nothing to do with me!"

The bald old man smiled at Jiang Ping,

Then he turned around very chicly and walked forward.

"Weird!"

Seeing the old man disappearing like a ghost,

Jiang Ping frowned, somewhat incomprehensible,

What kind of existence is this old man!

"Forget it! I don't want him anymore! Let's strengthen my own body first..."

Jiang Ping let out a breath,

Then empty the own body,

After all, it has been promoted to the level of Soul Refining third rank in one breath,

It can be said that the strength of Jiang Ping's body has increased more or less out of control,

Now Jiang Ping needs to calm down and take care of himself carefully!

"Master, let me come!"

At this time, a soft light floated out from Jiang Ping's body,

Han Mengrui in white clothes appeared again,

She made her own fine hands and flat shoulders,

Immediately, Jiang Ping felt a soft force coming from all directions, smoothing the violent force in his body.

Sin City,

As the most chaotic city in the entire dynasty,

The usual Sin City should be full of all kinds of chaos!

But now, the entire city of sin has become extremely quiet,

Those criminals stood on the street one by one, afraid to speak, for fear of alarming some terrible existence!

Their gazes were very consistent, and they all looked at the center of the entire Sin City!

I saw there, there is a huge black palace!

At the gate of the palace, there are more than a dozen men in black robes guarding here,

Their aura looks extremely turbid, compared to those cultivators outside!

When people passing by around saw them,

There was a look of horror on their faces.

This palace is the branch hall of the Demon Cult in the ancient dynasty!

And these people are all disciples of the Demon Sect!

"Trash! It's all trash!"

At this moment, accompanied by a violent roar,

An extremely angry voice came from the Great Hall!

In the Great Hall of the Demon Cult,

It looks very vast here, and the surrounding decorations are all in a uniform dark tone!

At this moment, there are several figures standing here with very ugly faces,

Each of them wore a black robe,

Devilish Qi exudes from his whole body.

"The dignified Son of the Demon Sect is actually dead!"

Above these men in black robes,

There is also a middle-aged man in a purple robe,

This middle-aged man's eyes carried a touch of ferocity, as if there was endless tyranny hidden in his body!

"Altar Lord, calm down!"

Seeing this middle-aged man get angry,

The disciples of the Devil's Cult below all had terrified expressions on their faces.

The middle-aged man in front of them is none other than

It is the altar master of the Demon Cult's sub-altar in the ancient dynasty—Moyun!

"Calm down? How do you let me calm down?"

Mo Yun looked at Own's subordinates, and a black lightning condensed from his hand, hitting him directly!

Immediately, the demon disciple didn't even let out a scream, and turned into a puddle of black dust!

Seeing the death of this Demon Sect disciple, Mo Yun couldn't help snorting coldly, his tone full of anger, "Has the investigation been clear? Who did it?"

"It's... a disciple of the Supreme Academy named Jiang Ping..."

A Devil's Cult disciple below said with a trembling voice.

"A disciple of the Supreme Academy? A disciple of the Supreme Academy actually killed the holy son of the Demon Sect?!?"

After Mo Yun heard this, his eyes straightened,

His tone became more aggressive, as if he was about to kill someone! The Demon Cult disciple below 123 lay trembling on the ground, not even daring to take a breath!

"A disciple of the Supreme Academy? Well, well, really awesome!......"

Mo Yun looked at the direction of the Supreme Academy and sneered, his words were full of all kinds of tyrannical emotions!

"It seems that I have not made a move for three years, and I have already made the Supreme Academy forget the existence of our Demon Cult!"

Mo Yun took a deep breath, and recalled the contest with Wu Hai, the master of the Supreme Academy three years ago!

In that contest, both Mo Yun and Wu Hai were seriously injured.

After three years of recuperation, Mo Yun's injury is only getting better now!

On the other hand, Wu Hai, after Wu Hai was seriously injured, instead of resting, he continued to manage the affairs of the Supreme Academy,

Now Wuhai's strength is only in the True Martial Realm!

"Pass my order! Now gather all the disciples of the Devil's Cult. Ten days later, follow me to attack the Supreme Academy!"

Mo Yun snorted coldly, and immediately gave the order down,

"Yes Yes Yes....……"

Hearing this, the demon disciples below nodded their heads one by one.

Then desperately backed away.

"Wu Hai, I haven't seen you in three years! I don't know how much strength you have left..."

Mo Yun sat on the position of the altar master of the Demon Cult, looking in the direction of the Supreme Academy, the corners of his mouth curved slightly. .