Taoist world

The power of the man's roar caused the energy and blood in Jiang Yun's body to surge crazily.

Although he tried his best to suppress it, traces of blood were still slowly flowing out from the seven orifices.

However, at this moment, he didn't care about his injuries at all, but stared at the middle-aged man in the air.

Now, it is obviously inappropriate to call the other person a middle-aged man.

Because what appeared in Jiang Yun's eyes was an extremely old face, completely different from the appearance of the man before.

Even his hair turned white.

The only thing that hasn't changed is that the pupils in those eyes are still blood-colored, but they are more strange than before.

Seeing the man's sudden change, and then seeing the thirty-eight guards who were shocked to death, Jiang Yun's heart sank to the bottom.

Although he didn't know what magical power this man had for inexplicably changing his appearance, the power of the other man's roar just now exceeded that of an emperor-level powerhouse, and should be comparable to a quasi-emperor.

Not to mention that there are no more thirty-eight guards to help, even if they are still awake, even if their cultivation level has not been sealed, they cannot be the opponents of the opponent at this moment.

Moreover, although the other party does cultivate with blood, he is different from Xue Dongliu. He is not a demon, but a human!

Otherwise, I can increase my chances of winning by relying on my magic skills.

Now Jiang Yun knows that his only hope of survival is for the Zhengu Gun to wake up!

It's just that he has already called for the ancient gun, but he didn't respond at all. Obviously, he couldn't count on it.

When the eyes of the old face stared at Jiang Yun, Jiang Yun's eyes suddenly burst into cold light, and he blurted out: "It's you! You're not dead!"

At the same time, Jiang Yun's mind suddenly became clear, and he understood the many doubts about this man that had confused him before.

At this moment, Jiang Yun had never seen this old face before.

But the feeling the other party gave him was extremely familiar. It was exactly the feeling he had when he saw the middle-aged man in the passage.

Therefore, Jiang Yun understood immediately.

The identity of this old face should be the emperor who was imprisoned in a certain world and was said to be dead, that is, the man's ancestor!

Although the passage was not opened, as the emperor, the other party attached his consciousness, blood, or something, through the passage, to the man's body.

This is also the reason why the man can become one with the passage and can easily receive his own punch.

In other words, the person he was confronting in the passage was not the man, but the old man!

Although the man had left the passage, the emperor still attached his consciousness or something to the man to hunt down himself and others.

After killing himself and others, he continued to go back, completely opened the passage, and rescued his true self.

Originally, the emperor was not planning to show up, but seeing that the guards from Tianwaitian were about to arrive, there was not much time left for him, so he had to show up.

Jiang Yun figured it all out in an instant, but he was still a little confused.

Since the other party was not dead, how could he hide it from the Tibetan Elders Association?

So far, Jiang Yun has known two great emperors in the Tibetan Elders Association, one is Emperor Xuan and the other is Emperor Xing.

The strength of these two emperors was terrifyingly powerful.

Needless to say, Emperor Xuan was so powerful that he could barely take the blow with the cooperation of himself and Lingshu.

As for Emperor Xing, he was an existence that even Emperor Xuanyuan could not compete with.

Jiang Yun didn't believe that the imprisoned emperor would be stronger than Emperor Xuan and Emperor Xing, so much so that his fake death could be hidden from many emperors of the Tibetan Laohui.

"Desolate patterns!" At this moment, the old face suddenly spoke: "I finally remembered that these lines on your body are desolate patterns!"

After hearing these words, Jiang Yun also understood why the man looked thoughtful when he saw Huang Wen before.

It turned out that the man who really knew Huang Wen was not the man, but the emperor.

It's just that he didn't remember it for a moment, and he didn't recognize it until now.

Although Jiang Yun's heart had stirred up huge waves because of the answers he wanted to understand, he still said calmly: "Since you know that this is Huang Wen, you should also know my identity. Bar?"

This was naturally Jiang Yun's deliberate deception, and at the same time, he was trying to delay as much time as possible.

Now, even if you delay for one more breath, your chances of survival will increase.

However, I didn't expect that after hearing Jiang Yun's words, the old face showed a hint of fear!

Seeing the fear in the other party's eyes, Jiang Yun's heart suddenly moved.

Jiang Yun naturally understood that the fear shown by the other party was not because of himself, but because he was afraid of the person who used the desolate pattern when he saw it.

As the opponent of the Great Emperor, the only one who can make him feel afraid is naturally the Great Emperor.

This made Jiang Yun realize: "Could it be that the person he saw displaying the desolate pattern was the imprisoned strong man of the desolate tribe?"

"That strong man from the Desolate tribe is really the Great Emperor?"

At this time, the old man suddenly nodded and said: "Since you are a member of the Desolate Clan, then naturally... I want to kill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man's figure suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Yun.

Although Jiang Yun was always on guard against the other party, and when the old man made a move, he retreated towards the rear almost at the same time.

But just after retreating a few feet away, the powerful coercion emanating from the old man had already covered his body, suppressing him firmly.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Yun's body flew towards the old man uncontrollably, until the old man stretched out his palm and pinched his neck firmly.

The old man looked at Jiang Yun coldly with his blood-colored pupils and said: "Although you were the nightmare of all our monks in the past, everything is gone now."

"Even if you are a member of the Desolate Clan, even if you are his descendant, so what!"

"I want to see what is the difference between the blood of you people from the Desolate tribe and that of others!"

Although Jiang Yun could no longer breathe at this moment, his mind did not stop thinking.

Especially the "you" in the first sentence the old man said!

Originally, Jiang Yun thought that the old man was only afraid of a certain strong man from the Desolate Clan, but since he said that you are the nightmare of all monks, it means that he is not afraid of one person, but a group of people!

Does this group of people refer to the entire Desolate tribe, or is it someone else?

Unfortunately, Jiang Yun knew that he might not have the chance to find out the answers to these questions.

Because, the old man had suddenly opened his mouth and sucked hard.

Jiang Yun felt as if his body was suddenly overturned. All the blood roared and broke through his body, rushing towards the old man's mouth.

The instantaneous loss of a large amount of blood made Jiang Yun's consciousness blur, and everything in front of him seemed to be in a dream, becoming unreal.

One could only vaguely see the ferocious face of the old man in front of him, like a wild beast, extremely ferocious.

"Is this time... really going to end?"

With this thought rising in his mind, the blood in Jiang Yun's body had completely disappeared, and he slowly closed his eyes.

But just when his eyes were about to close safely, he suddenly saw a few more blurry... lines on the ferocious face of the old man in front of him!

Although Jiang Yun tried hard to see clearly what the lines were, he was still unable to resist the loss of blood. He closed his eyes weakly and passed out!