Dragon King Medical Son-in-law

At the other end, inside the temporary pagan stronghold headquarters.

A white-haired old man in a black robe was sitting cross-legged on a holy lotus, his whole body glowing with a strange light, like the god of death who controlled hell.

Under the spread of his dim light, tens of thousands of souls of the dead were enveloped around him. The souls of the undead who had long since fallen and died in battle gradually condensed into entities and finally grew flesh bodies.

Such a terrifying magical power would amaze even Jiang Chen.

As a faint light flashed, the resurrected undead all around opened their eyes, knelt down immediately, and shouted in unison.

"Thank you for the patriarch's resurrection."

Listening to the uniform shouts, the white-haired old man slowly twisted his white beard and just hummed lightly. The resurrected pagan warriors flew away one after another and rushed to the battlefield again.

"The next batch." The white-haired old man suddenly shouted.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired old man suddenly staggered and almost fell off the holy lotus.

At the side, a pagan goddess with an extremely beautiful appearance hurried forward to support the white-haired old man, and then immediately shouted to the undead souls rushing around: "Everyone, leave first, go first."

The pagan warriors who sacrificed the undead were stunned for a moment, and finally took the undead back and left.

Until this time, the pagan goddess waved her hand and a sword formation composed of countless lightsabers appeared around her, covering her and the white-haired old man.

"Chief, you can't do this anymore. You've consumed too much light, and it will backfire." The pagan goddess stared at the white-haired old man: "We have been expelled from the Holy Church. If you fall again, what will happen to us disciples?"

After listening to the words of the pagan goddess, the white-haired old man took a deep breath, put his hands slightly inward, adjusted himself, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Pagan Goddess: "Patriarch..."

"Xuan Xiang, do you know the situation outside?" the white-haired old man suddenly asked.

The pagan goddess called Xuanxiang couldn't help but frown.

"They are fighting for space and the right to derive." The white-haired old man said word by word: "Whether it is Tai Sheng, Tai Xu, or Jiang Chen who rose later, they are all fighting for the control of the entire void."

"Now, their fight has probably reached a white-hot stage. If we don't take advantage of this opportunity to build a base for the Mahatma clan, no matter who dominates the void in the future, we will all be fish on the chopping block."

After hearing this, Xuan Xiang took a deep breath and said, "We left the Holy Church not to..."

The white-haired old man waved his hand again to interrupt Xuan Xiang: "The past was the past, and the present is the present. With Taixu's awakening, the covenant we made with Daofu is no longer valid."

"We can go find the young master." Xuan Xiang stared at the white-haired old man hurriedly: "The young master is Tai Su's son-in-law and the husband of Tai Huan Shengzhu. He has also established his own power in the Taoist sect, and he also has Tai Su's prestige..."

"Don't mention him to me." The white-haired old man suddenly knocked Xuan Xiang back with a palm and became furious.

Climbing up from the sword formation, Xuanxiang opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself.

"This rebellious son." The white-haired old man said angrily, "If it weren't for him, how could our Shengxiong clan be reduced to this state?"

"Back then, my Saint Hero Clan was the most powerful one in the Saint Religion. It was because of his willful behavior and collusion with the Dao Sect that we became the target of public criticism."

After listening to this, Xuanxiang suddenly fell silent.

It seems that the clan leader's hatred for the young master has not eased at all with the passage of time, but has become deeper and deeper.

But she learned from the captured Taoist prisoners that the current young master had changed his name to Shen Yuanjun, and not only inherited everything from the Tai Su Sect, but also established his own power - Skynet.

More importantly, the young master and Jiang Chen, the ruler of this new world, are close friends, as close as brothers, and share life and death together.

If the Mahatma tribe can find the young master and then establish a relationship with Jiang Chen, then the situation of the Mahatma tribe that has been wandering for countless years will be completely rewritten.

By then, there would be no need to worry about cultivation resources and world space. As long as you focus on studying the mind-decision combat skills, you can become an independent person in the new world.

Unfortunately, the clan leader was too stubborn and had such a deep prejudice against the young master that he wasted this great opportunity.

At this moment, earth-shaking shouts of killing suddenly came from outside the sword formation. Under the sweeping attack of countless Qi beams and the explosion of countless air waves, the outside of the sword formation suddenly became chaotic and in chaos.

Hearing this, Xuanxiang suddenly came back to her senses, and an expression of extreme shock appeared on her beautiful face.

"Chief, are there enemies attacking?"

The white-haired old man frowned and stood up from the holy lotus with a huff.

"Didn't they say that all the strong men in the new world went to solve the catastrophe of the sky? Why are there still strong men left?"

"It must be Jiang Jiutian, the Blood Shadow Marshal of the Jiangchu Empire." Xuan Xiang said anxiously, "He is the son of Jiang Chen, and also the most ferocious and terrifying warrior in the Jiangchu Empire."

"Jiang Jiutian." The white-haired old man showed a meaningful look: "Does he have such courage?"

Just as he finished his words, the sword formation that enveloped them collapsed on the right side with a loud bang.

The next second, a blood-red light flashed suddenly, and instantly manifested as a handsome man with red hair, holding a long sword that was shining with light, and appeared suddenly.

The moment he saw the handsome man, the white-haired old man frowned.

"who are you?"

"Jiang Chu Empire, Jiang Jiutian." The handsome red-haired man slowly raised his head and said murderously.

Upon hearing this, the white-haired old man's face changed drastically, and Xuanxiang immediately stood in front of the white-haired old man.