I have a passive skill.

He could feel the energy no less than that of the real sun from the scorching white sun.

Yu Lingdi actually doesn't know what kind of energy the real Taiji body is.

But he knew that if this scorching white sun fell, even if Yu Lingdi had mastered the profound meaning of water, it would be difficult for him to compete with it.

"Sangqiye?"

Returning to look down at the old man in front of him, Yu Lingdi couldn't see the intention of the person in front of him: "I have never heard of this name, and I don't know, what exactly do you want to do?"

"Lonely."

Sang Qiye is Sang Lao.

Elder Sang sniffed first and mocked.

Immediately, he pressed down the grass hat, as if he didn't even bother to look at the other party, and the voice carried memories:

"But I think it's true. When the old man was all-powerful in the Central Territory, you don't know which baby you were spitting milk foam in!"

"I don't know my real name, I can forgive you."

After a pause, he continued: "But the people in the hall of the Holy Spirit... the holy slave, sleeveless, you must have heard of it, right?"

"Are you sleeveless?"

As soon as Yu Lingdi raised his voice, he subconsciously raised his heel, but was pressed down by him, and his slightly backward figure was also pulled back.

Stopping his body that wanted to retreat, he shook his head and said, "You are not sleeveless."

"Ah."

Sang Lao nodded: "The real second-in-command of the Holy Slave has no sleeves. He should have been seriously injured and retreated in the battle with Wuyue Laogou. He should be recovering from his injuries at this moment. It is impossible to appear here, right?"

Yu Lingdi was taken aback.

This is indeed what he thinks in his heart.

But when the old man said it, what did he mean?

Sang Lao continued: "Also, even if he appeared, how could that guy give you such a strong sense of oppression with his barely capable cultivation, even if he appeared on the surface? ?”

"..."

A vein twitched on Yu Lingdi's forehead.

Don't even say it, this is also hit!

It's hard for him to imagine, is this sleeveless?

The second-in-command of the Holy Slave, who was seriously injured by Senior Wuyue and lost twice in a row, has no sleeves?

Does this look like a serious injury?

This is simply more oppressive than Zenchov's.

Sang Lao suddenly sneered.

After shaking his head and brain for a long time, he sneered: "A child with missing teeth who hasn't even grown all his hair, it makes people laugh out loud!"

"You don't even think about it, if the old dog without a moon can seriously injure the old man, then Zhongyu can let the old man run away?"

"If he really has the ability to catch the old man, the old man from Qinglong County will visit him personally, and he will miss again?"

"Young man..."

Sang Lao suddenly flickered, and the afterimage in place disappeared.

Yu Lingdi only felt that someone patted his left shoulder from behind, and he looked back in shock.

A terrified face was attached to his ears, facing forward, but the eyes on it were fixed horizontally to the right, staring straight at him.

Sang Lao whispered in his ear, his voice was faint.

"History is written by the victors."

"Glory and light are sung by bards."

"The rumors you hear are just what the people above you want you to hear."

"Young man, do you understand?"

Veins popped out all over Yu Lingdi's body, as if he was struggling for something.

Sang Lao patted him on the shoulder again, and said, "Now, you can move."

"Oh!"

As soon as the last word fell, Yu Lingdi exploded into water mist and condensed tens of feet away in an instant.

As soon as he landed, he felt light on his body.

Not only is the terrifying confinement force from the old man gone.

even people...

Turn your head.

Xiaoshi Tan Ji, really disappeared!

He looked away in surprise, and as expected, the big secret he had just grasped had already fallen into the hands of the old man.

"Tsk tsk."

Sang Lao held Xu Xiaoshou with one hand and suddenly laughed.

He thought of the last time he hugged this precious apprentice like this, it seemed that he had snatched it from Ba Zunfu.

But at that time, his apprentices changed hands on his own family.

He held it lightly, so he didn't have to worry about accidents.

But now...

People are obtained from the hands of the Temple of the Holy Spirit.

That nature is completely different!

"You lost your things, why don't you come here to get them back?" Sang Lao raised Xu Xiaoshou in his hand.

Yu Lingdi is obviously a person with the ability of the water system, but at this moment, he only feels his throat dry.

Cut the road...

This old man is simply stronger than all the Zhan Dao that my family has encountered before!

His understanding of the Dao seems to be comparable to his own realm.

But how is that possible?

I have mastered the profound meaning of the water system.

Is it possible that the other party can also grasp the profound meaning of fire?

"Don't you dare?"

Seeing that the young man was silent for a long time, Sang Lao threw Xu Xiaoshou behind him, and hit the ground with a bang.

He probed with his fingers, and a elixir entered his throat precisely.

Blood flowers bloom.

Xu Xiaoshou, who was in a coma, didn't even have to swallow. The moment the elixir broke open his Adam's apple, it automatically turned into a pure mist, and it absorbed and repaired his body.

"Senior, are you joking?"

Yu Lingdi finally mentioned God, and did not respond positively, but asked in amazement: "If you are a holy slave without sleeves, then your head is currently being hunted down by Senior Wuyue, and you still have time to stay here?"

"Yellow-haired boy!"

Sang Lao sneered: "According to what you mean, I should find an opponent with matching strength, that is, Wuyue Old Dog to fight again?"

"uh-huh."

Yu Lingdi grinned: "Shouldn't it? It's not good to bully the small with the big."

"Yo!"

Sang Lao was amused: "Using the big to bully the small? Your culture is not bad, and you know the word bullying the small? Then this..."

He pointed to Xu Xiaoshou who was still unconscious on the ground behind him, "What is this?"

Yu Lingdi looked embarrassed.

"The throne bullies Xiantian, is it reasonable for you?"

"It's fun to cross two big realms to abuse food, isn't it?"

"Is it because you are really boring to be the head of the Ministry of Spiritual Affairs? Good Cenchov and storyteller don't take revenge, so you come here to play around?"

Sang Lao spread his hands and said coldly: "If you want to play, you can, I will accompany you, and I also like to abuse vegetables, you are such a rotten dish!"

"Hehe, Senior was joking."

Yu Lingdi retreated slowly, and his figure had already begun to ripple: "I didn't do it halfway, but from the very beginning, I fell in love with this kid. This guy is very fierce..."

"What a coincidence!"

Old Sang interrupted directly: "This old man's goal, from beginning to end, is also this kid!"

"..."

Now the scene is quiet.

Yu Lingdi already realized something was wrong.

The head of the holy slave and the other big bosses all forgot about the existence of Xiaoshi Tanji when the war was about to start.

How could this grass hat old man keep paying attention to that young man so leisurely?

Shouldn't...

Yu Lingdi always felt that the speculation about the red clothes in the white cave was absurd.

But at this moment, it seems that there is only one explanation left, which can be used to explain the situation in front of him.

"Dare to ask senior, what's the relationship with that kid?" Yu Lingdi's figure became more illusory, almost translucent.

"relation?"

Sang Lao took a heavy step forward, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "My apprentice, what do you think is the relationship?"

"boom!"

At this moment, not only did Yu Lingdi's mind explode, but his figure also exploded into mist on the spot, blending into the heaven and earth, and dissipating into nothing in an instant.

"Run your mother, run, did the old man make you move?"

Sang Lao knew that the person in front of him was about to retreat, and when he finished speaking, he raised his hands suddenly.

"Whoosh!"

Above the sky, Burning White Yaoyang seemed to have lost its support in an instant and fell out of thin air.

With a chirping sound, the void was melted, the earth was melted, and it sank into the deep core of the earth.

The ground shook suddenly.

"rumble--"

A deep sound came, and then the mountain collapsed, and white magma gushed out.

This is not over yet.

Sang Lao squeezed his left hand, and the burning white Yaoyang energy embedded in the core of the earth was released and exploded on the spot.

In an instant, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were in turmoil.

this moment.

Whether it's Souyama's white clothes, No. 33 and Cenqiaofu who are fighting in the eight palaces, and the Haitanger and Gou Wuyue combination who are chasing after each other...

All parties stopped their movements, tilted their heads together, and stared at a certain direction solemnly.

Sang Lao didn't even bother to judge in which direction Yu Lingdi absconded.

As far as he is concerned, it is the same wherever he dies.

After finishing the action of "Yaoyang into the core", he withdrew his left hand, flexed his right hand, and tapped lightly in the void.