Descendants of Daoism of Daqin

Guiguzi said flatly, "Where are you two? Do you want to go with me?"

Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang looked at each other, Gai Nie looked at Guiguzi and said:

"Although we are enemies with Su Ying, he let me wait several times before, and we don't want to make trouble this time."

Guiguzi nodded: "It's up to you."

After speaking, he walked between the two of them and walked along the mountain road towards the east coast.

Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang turned around and looked at Guiguzi's figure walking away.

"Brother, do you think that Su Ying can survive this time?"

Wei Zhuang glanced slightly at Gai Nie and asked.

"I have no idea."

There was a hint of complexity in Gai Nie's eyes.

"You don't want him to die?"

Wei Zhuang seemed to understand Gai Nie's eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he said sarcastically.

Before Ge Nie could speak, Wei Zhuang said again:

"Do you think that he and Ying Zheng can fulfill that unattainable dream in your heart? That stupid dream."

Gai Nie didn't speak, just stared into the distance with far-reaching eyes.

……

"I want to see who dares to touch my nephew!"

By a wide river, a grumpy white-haired old man let out an angry roar, slapped an ancient tree with his palm, clasped his hands together, and threw it into the rushing river.

Then he jumped up and walked downstream on the huge tree trunk.

In the mountain forest, there is an old man with white hair and white beard, white hair and childlike face, gliding across it, the speed is extremely fast, like a white rainbow shuttles towards the east.

On the dangerous cliff, there is an old man who walks ten meters at a step, and walks through it, with an ethereal figure.

On the official road, there is an old man practicing lightness kung fu, his figure is like an illusion, he can't see the figure clearly, he can only feel a gust of wind passing by.

On the official road, there is an old man practicing lightness kung fu, his figure is like an illusion, he can't see the figure clearly, he can only feel a gust of wind passing by.

In Sanghai City, someone spoke rudely, saying that today Su Ying must die, and the underworld must be destroyed, a thin white-haired old man passed by, without saying a word, he just slapped him to death.

Several top masters of that faction furiously shot at the old man, and all of them were slapped to the ground in two or three blows.

The onlookers watched in horror as the thin white-haired old man slowly walked eastward. (aedc)

……

Bei Mingzi stood on the reef by the coast, with his hands behind his back, looking at the huge mirage close at hand with his quiet and deep eyes.

His long white hair and beard were blown by the sea breeze, his moon-white Taoist shirt hung around, and his tall figure was as tall and straight as a pine tree. Just standing there, he had the aura of the supreme master of Yuechi Yuanting.

"Then Luna really succeeded."

Bei Mingzi stroked his beard in surprise.

"Is it above the limit of heaven and man..."

Bei Mingzi sighed lightly.

Then there was a trace of helplessness in his eyes: "It seems that we old guys alone are not enough this time."

He looked at the mirage with a look of anticipation.

within the mirage.

The golden light cocoon suddenly burst into golden light, and then turned into golden bubbles and scattered the sky and the earth.

Two figures fell from it.

Su Ying wore an ancient shirt with cyan-golden-red borders, his black hair was scattered behind his head like a waterfall, his skin was as white as jade, spotless and flawless, his sword eyebrows were starry eyes, and he was so handsome.

With a leisurely smile on his face, there was a sense of calmness.

Beside him was Shi Lan, who was wearing a black night clothes. She was taller than before, and her figure became more bumpy, tight and slender than before.

The exposed skin was like suet and white jade, contrasting with her cascading hair and black clothes, it was even more mysterious.

A body of cultivation has already reached the peak late stage, and it is extremely solid.

But there was a touch of shame and resentment on her now beautiful and refined face.

"Why, are you still angry?"

Su Ying looked at her and smiled.

Looking at his smiling face, Shi Lan couldn't help gnashing her teeth:

"I knew you had bad intentions!"

Su Ying walked up behind her, put his arms around her slender waist, put his head on her pretty face and said:

"But how do I remember... Who seemed to take the initiative in the first place?"