All he said was prophecy

When the old man was young, he was fooling around, walking on a single-plank bridge, breaking through the gates of hell, never needing words from others, and walking very freely. Although a hero is sad about the beauty pass, the old man thinks that a hero is no different from a bear.

The emergence of evil is not accidental. No one has ever known that there is such a dangerous place hidden in the towering Kunlun Mountains of the Holy Spirit.

The old Taoist strayed into it at the beginning, spent half a year slaughtering countless evil spirits and evil creatures, and finally stumbled and fell under the altar.

I don’t know when this altar was formed, and the mottled steps are engraved with exquisite carvings, but if you look carefully, you can see that there are huge and terrifying beasts, and the ominous breath that is about to come out sweeps in. The old man stepped back and was pulled violently by the altar past.

There is a statue on this altar, which looks like wood and stone, about thirty feet high and unattainable. The old Taoist bumped his head against the foot of the statue, and a bloody hole emerged, bleeding gurglingly. The blood seeped into the stone statue, as if he had found What exit, a layer of black mist emerged from the stone statue, rushing in along the wound.

The malice of thousands of years has no place to rest, but it was absorbed by the nameless stone statue. Over time, I don't know if it was prompted by this yellow spring water, these dense and turbulent evil became conscious.

……

Half a month later, the old Taoist who reappeared in Kunlun Mountain was rescued by his friends, and he lay down for another half a month before getting up. This past dissipated, as if it had never happened.

Liang Quan said in a low voice, "You have been attached to Master Poor since then."

"good."

Liang Quan remained silent. When he entered this area, the first thing he noticed was his master, but he was not shocked by seeing the old man again, but because of the surging blackness on his body.

No matter who it is, as long as it is alive, it must be alive.

Not only was the old Taoist body lifeless, but even his face was engulfed in the turbulent black air, which made Liang Quan not feel weird, so naturally the altar was nowhere to be seen.

Liang Quan turned his head to look at him, "But you are still being tricked by the poor master."

The consciousness of evil birth possessed the old Taoist body again, not just to wander around the world, but must have earth-shattering plans.But just now he still looked imprisoned, but it looked completely different.

"It's just a ghost, what does it have to do with this mortal?" He raised his eyebrows evilly, looking at him with thick and evil eyes, exuding an unknown and dark atmosphere, the huge stone statue behind him moved slightly, and a face full of twisted malice emerged come out.

Sure enough... all the actions of the evil in front of him were related to the stone statue behind him, and he was able to suppress the old Taoist because of the sudden appearance of yellow spring water...

This yellow spring water cannot be said to be a good thing, nor can it be said to be a bad thing.But this special yin energy obviously encourages evil actions.

"Your master's body is not comfortable for me to use. If you make a deal with me and let me go out, your master can also be buried safely." As time went by, the evil seemed to become stronger, and even the voice was disturbing. To shake, he tightly covered his ears, a little blood spilled from the ear holes.

"You've been plotting ever since you knew about poverty." Liang Quan said suddenly, his voice was clear and light, but he interrupted the wave of evil at once. He lay down on the ground without struggling, and decided to wait until the matter really ended. Before, he couldn't even stand up, but his ears were pricked up, as if he was waiting for their conversation.

"The spirit of speech is indeed a bit special. It relies on the merits of Pindao itself. If there is great merit, it will not be difficult to recreate the universe."

Before Liang Quan finished speaking, he was interrupted by evil raising his hand, "Oh, you haven't figured it out yet, I'm really sorry that you chose the wrong master...Your words are not words, but prophecies."

Foretelling the future is called prophecy.

There is "Song of Ten Thousand Years of Heaven and Earth" before it, and "Lesson Before the Horse" later, not to mention the famous Tuibei pictures passed down through the ages, all of which show how enthusiastic the world is about this kind of thing.

The spirit of speech was caused by Liang Quan's mouth; but if it was a prophecy, it could be said to be quite different.

"Ordinary spirit-holding techniques can at most deduce what is about to happen. Your master is a little capable and can deduce your appearance." Evil seems to have all the memories of the old man, and he randomly picked and said, "But you are different."

"Every word you say is a true prophecy. Heaven will respond to every word you say and fit the future you choose. If this is not a prophecy, what could it be!" Biting Evil The back molars are not sad and desperate, but the eye sockets are full of excitement, it is depression!

What kind of thing is Yan Ling, and it is also worthy of the enemy?

Liang Quan was still plain and indifferent, just in the way of evil's progress.He didn't care about evil, and the eyes of Liang Quan always flashed with eagerness.

"Since this is the case, it is a good thing for Pindao to kill you." Liang Quan casually hung the discarded bead string on his wrist, and the dark bead string contrasted Liang Quan's fair wrist. There is no resemblance to this mottled hell.

He let out a vicious laugh, licked his fingers slowly, the dragon head under his feet rose and fell several times, and said with a big smile, "You just changed the fate of the dynasty, and you were weak and dying, and you want to get rid of me, isn't it a joke?"

He stretched out his hand and grasped it, as if he was grabbing something, and opened a hole casually, as if it was a simple stretching action, "Thinking of this, wouldn't it be too much for me not to give the Taoist priest a gift?" feel lonely?"

The roaring dragon chant resounded, and a purple-gold dragon tore open its mouth. The roar remained the same, but its figure was half hidden, not even showing its face.

"This gift, I don't know if you like it or not?"