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It was a terrible vibration frequency, not a great momentum, nor a strong force, and pressure. It was just a frequency, as if it was the artery between heaven and earth, which could easily frighten people.

The strong were horrified. Hundreds of years ago, he killed a strong man of taishangdao with one finger. Now, a hundred years later, the old man seems to be more powerful.

The frequency dissipates, the strong people secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The old man said in a low voice: "you can't let the black swordsman enter the immortal mountain."

Yeah?

Strong people are staring at him, although there are waves in the heart, but dare not say what, are waiting for his next.

After pondering for a few minutes, the old man said again, "I feel a strong breath wave coming from the north. You must pay attention to this during this period."

Strong breath?

North?

The strong men looked at each other with astonishment. The black swordsmen who had been 80 years old reappeared. Were they not in beiguluzhou?

Now that the black swordsman is back, does the second sentence of the old man really point to the black swordsman?

What's more, he actually wanted to mention it in this palace, which further illustrates a problem. The man must be so strong that even the old man needs to be afraid.

A few minutes later, the old man looked at Shi Tian. The latter felt the great pressure and the spirit was almost out of his body. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

The old man said, "after all, the emperor is a part of the holy palace. Although you are the young master of the undead, you are not the leader of the holy palace. Therefore, from today on, you are not allowed to interfere in the affairs of the holy palace."

Shitian choked, clenched his hands and looked at the old man closely. He seemed to have summoned up a lot of courage. He said, "my Lord, I'm sorry to tell you the truth. Not long ago, the Emperor just gave the black swordsman the correct route of the immortal devil mountain..."

Before he finished speaking, the old man waved his hand and said indifferently: "the past things will disappear. Even if the emperor has made a great mistake, he will always be the emperor."

Ha ha

Shi Tian smiles coldly.

Decades ago, the old man drove the emperor away from the holy palace because of a command from the undead. Naturally, he took the place of the emperor. But decades later, the old man said the same thing.

He stopped talking.

The old man also ignored him and said the fourth question: "there is snow in the north. It has been dyed for 3000 Li. Maybe it will snow in Shencheng soon."

This sentence, he is a very melancholy way of speech, it does not seem to be a problem, but a feeling in his heart.

Of course, all the people in the palace are smart people. It only takes a moment to interpret the old man's words.

There are murders in the north. They have been dyed for more than 3000 Li. Maybe there will be such turmoil in the city of God soon.

The old man is reminding them.

In a short period of time, the old man said four questions. No one had spoken to him except Shi Tian. The meeting ended like this.

After he left here, Shitian got angry, his eyes were cold, and his intention of killing appeared. He was like a fierce beast. He looked at the palace with great pressure and thought, if the ancestor revived, would you still dare to treat me like this?

Can't you kill Tess?

Ha ha

What if I killed him?

Thinking of this, he quickly left, a few hours later, he left the city, toward the direction of the immortal devil mountain.

He has absolutely reason to believe that the emperor must also be hidden in the dark, otherwise, he could not give Li Yi the right line without any reason.

The emperor wanted to see the play, to embarrass him.

In the breeze, a few fallen leaves fell down and crossed several people's shoulders and clothes.

Suddenly, Kong Ruoxi stopped her pace. She was staring at a certain direction and seemed to feel something. Then she whispered: "there is a man."

Hundreds of meters away, there is a barren field, the field is full of weeds, lush, vibrant, and among them, there is a young man in cloth, with a mustard in his mouth.

Beside the boy is an old yellow cattle, strong and eating grass.

The old cattle seemed to feel the sight of Kong Ruoxi. It glanced at this place and no longer paid attention to it. In his heart, someone came to die.

However, Kong Ruoxi felt that something was wrong with him, as well as the old yellow cattle.

Li Yi frowned: "what's the matter? Elder? "

Kong Ruoxi looked dignified and pressed his voice: "another page of Luoshu, this man is the son of heaven."

The son of the way of heaven is the same as those who have no time to approach it. The difference is that the son of the way of heaven tends to practice, while those who are close to the way of heaven tend to predict evolution.

Of course, if she was not a sea god, but a strong man living on the land of gods and demons, the identity of the boy in cloth could be guessed at this moment.

After hundreds of thousands of years, only one son of heaven was born in the whole land of gods and demons. His name was Mozi. He was born 30000 years ago and inherited the position of the master of the holy palace as early as 25000 years ago.In other words, Mozi has been in charge of the holy palace for 25000 years.

In this long period of time, he liked to travel, almost all over the land of gods and demons. Not only that, he seldom used his cultivation to catch up with the road. All the trips were made step by step.

Some people say that it is a kind of practice, while others think that it is just that he is too boring.

"What is the son of heaven?"

Kong Ruoxi took a deep breath: "those who are protected by the way of heaven are the sons of heaven. There is no bottleneck in their practice. As long as they have enough strength, their realm can be improved infinitely."

Smell speech, a few people facial expression big change, dream small Qi again way: "that doesn't say, this person already invincible?"

Invincible?

Maybe not, but it's almost the same.

Kong Ruoxi didn't answer this sentence. She only saw such records in history, plus some characteristics, so she made a judgment. As for whether the teenager was the son of heaven, she was not sure.

Li Yi walked past, closer to him, he looked at the youth, and looked at the old cattle, always feel that the cattle despise him.

Moo!

The Yellow Cattle roared, as if to provoke him.

Li Yi's face darkened, and he was slightly angry: "good, you old cow, how dare you challenge me?" He rolled up his sleeves and ran away in anger. However, he didn't want to fight the old cow, but he wanted to pull out all the grass in this wasteland.

The old yellow cow sneered.

Li Yi's face was more black. He turned his eyes and stopped pulling grass. He came to the young man in cloth and sighed, "what kind of cattle are you, little brother?"

The young man in cloth laughed and said, "I don't know. I've raised it for a long time. Now I've got something wrong with it. Please don't go out."

Li Yi nodded: "can you sell it to me?"

The young man in cloth put away his smile and shook his head: "no, although the old cow is lazy and lazy, he still has some feelings after a long time. So, I'm sorry."

Li Yi didn't feel discouraged. Instead of laughing, he said, "you cattle don't eat grass!"