A treasure that Wang Jinyu suddenly took out directly shocked the mysterious old man.

　　

　　Looking at the high sky, Wang Jinyu has left Wang Hao, staying alone in the air, facing each other with the mysterious old man.

　　

　　 In Wang Jinyu's hands, there was a broken sword more than usual at this time.

　　

　　Don't want to see that this is just a broken sword. Just this broken sword made the mysterious old man frown, and even Ergou couldn't help but look twice more.

　　

　　 The grindstone hidden in Wang Hao's sleeve was a little more excited and excited.

　　

　　 If the sword is restored, it will be about three feet long.

　　

　　 The blade of the sword is cold like cold light, and the silver light is dazzling, as if it has the power to cut through the universe.

　　

　　 Even if the only thing in front of them was a broken sword, most people were shocked after a glance, as if they had seen a fierce scourge.

　　

　　 The hilt of this sword is phoenix-colored as a whole, and the hilt is decorated with numerous stars, which looks gorgeous and not tacky.

　　

　　 The most important thing is that there is a red blood around the whole sword like a dragon, which is swimming around the whole sword fast.

　　

　　 This red blood, everyone just glanced at it, and instantly their faces became pale, and their bodies were cold, as if death had come.

　　

　　 The whole person is like falling into hell!

　　

　　 "Kill... the breath of the Lord of Slaughter?!"

　　

　　 The mysterious old man's throat trembled and asked in disbelief.

　　

　　 Tortoise, how come this master is also involved?

　　

　　 What's wrong with this? How can this be done?

　　

　　 "Since you recognize this breath, why don't you go back and admit your mistake?" Wang Jinyu frowned and asked in a cold voice.

　　

　　 The mysterious old man frowned. If it were before, he would have knelt down and confessed his mistake, and vowed never to provoke Dongli mainland again.

　　

　　 But he has important things in front of him, if he can't do it well, his life will be gone.

　　

　　Although Wang Jinyu has a platform for the God of Slaughter behind him, there is also a platform for the God of Good and Evil behind him.

　　

　　The **** of killing and the **** of good and evil are both the highest gods.

　　

　　 Therefore, the background is also the supreme god, and the mysterious old man feels that he does not need to counsel.

　　

　　 For his own life, he has to fight for it.

　　

　　 And even if this matter is a big deal, it is also a game between the God of Slaughter and the God of Good and Evil. What does it have to do with such a small divine envoy?

　　

　　 Therefore, the mysterious old man felt that he needed to grit his teeth and put it together.

　　

　　"This fellow Taoist, leaving the mainland east is my goal, and the goal of the adult behind me, and the goal of the Lord of Good and Evil.

　　

　　 We have worked so hard to plan for so long, can't you just admit it with just a few words? "The mysterious old man stroked his white beard and smiled softly.

　　

　　 The **** of good and evil and the **** of slaughter are both supreme gods.

　　

　　 When the **** of killing comes, they will give way in despair?

　　

　　 If this were to be spread out, wouldn't the Lord of Good and Evil become a laughing stock in the eyes of others?

　　

　　 "Oh? Do you think I don't have the qualification to order you?" Wang Jinyu smiled instead, narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile.

　　

　　 Seeing this, the mysterious old man's heart suddenly felt a little chuckle.

　　

　　 However, the mysterious old man regained his mentality and said with a smile, "Family Daoist's words are a bit too much.

　　

　　 Everyone is the gods, and they are all working for the gods, where is the order or not. "

　　

　　The implication is that he only listens to the orders of the gods, and Wang Jinyu is not qualified.

　　

　　 Wang Jinyu seemed to have expected the mysterious old man's words a long time ago.

　　

　　 "Really? When did I tell you that I am a divine agent?" Wang Jinyu asked softly with a smile in his eyes.

　　

　　 When these words came out, the smile on the face of the mysterious old man who was still smiling instantly stiffened.

　　

　　 "Dao... Fellow Daoist, what does this mean?" The mysterious old man forced a smile.

　　

　　 Isn’t a god’s envoy? ! What else can it be? !

　　

　　 Suddenly, a title suddenly came up in the mysterious old man's mind!

　　

　　 "Difficult...Are you?!" The mysterious old man pointed at Wang Jinyu tremblingly, his old face full of disbelief.

　　

　　 "Congratulations, you guessed it right."

　　

　　Wang Jinyu glanced at the mysterious old man, pursed his lips and smiled, but then he was full of stern expressions.

　　

　　 "You guessed it right, I am a direct disciple of the God of Slaughter! I am now practicing in the Taoist Temple of Xuantian Temple!"

　　

　　 Wang Jinyu gave a respectful layman's salute, and said confidently.

　　

　　 "Wh... what?! A personal disciple from the Throne of the Slaughter God?!

　　

How. . . How can it be? ! "The mysterious old man was so frightened that his legs trembled slightly, he said aloud, his eyes filled with unbelievable color.

　　

　　 A personal disciple of the God of Slaughter! What is this concept? !

　　

　　 is equivalent to having the asylum of the **** of killing!

　　

　　 A person with such an identity, not to mention that he is such a dispensable and small divine envoy, even if he meets other supreme gods, he only needs to call him an uncle or uncle.

　　

　　 Even the gods of other dojos met Wang Jinyu and were greeted with a VIP ceremony.

　　

　　 Even the older gods must give Wang Jinyu a three-point courtesy.

　　

　　 No matter how old you are, can you have a supreme **** old? Or is there a supreme power?

　　

　　 So in front of me, the mysterious old man is sitting on wax.

　　

　　 Because with Wang Jinyu's current identity, he has to do what she says.

　　

　　 Otherwise, Wang Jinyu can erase him at will.

　　

　　 and don’t touch karma.

　　

　　 But in the present situation, he just couldn't do what Wang Jinyu said.

　　

　　Because if he retreats, then the mission will be a failure.

　　

　　 The mission failed, it means the death penalty comes.

　　

　　 And if he doesn't retreat, he will be killed by Wang Jinyu.

　　

　　 Therefore, no matter what the mysterious old man chooses, he will never escape death.

　　

　　 It's dead everywhere.

　　

　　 "Why? Does it mean that it doesn't work if it's a poor Dao? Do you need a poor Dao to invite you out?" Wang Jinyu squinted and asked ~lightnovelpub.net~ The killing intent was already very obvious.

　　

　　 The mysterious old man trembled in his throat, swallowed, and said with a horrified tremor, "No... No, the little one dare not."

　　

　　 "No? Then don't you leave now? Do you really think that the poor dare not dare to kill you?" Wang Jinyu asked coldly with a cold face.

　　

　　 Had it not been for fear of the **** of good and evil, Wang Jinyu would have already cleared the door.

　　

"me..."

　　

　　 The mysterious old man's voice is getting smaller and smaller, and his voice is getting lower and lower, and he is about to collapse.

　　

　　 Who knows that at this time, a ray of light suddenly shot from a distance, and the robbery cloud in the sky east of the mainland instantly dispersed, and it was clear.

　　

　　 The impetuous spiritual power also gradually calmed down with the sound of a voice.

　　

　　 "Hahahaha, don't be annoyed by fellow daoists, poor Dao will apologize to you for him."

　　

　　 As soon as the voice fell, a grayish-white figure appeared in front of the mysterious old man.

　　

　　The person who came was an old man, with a childlike face and a crane of hair, with a jade whisk in his hand, and gray hair. Although his voice was old, his appearance was like a handsome young boy.

　　

　　 The temperament of the whole body is as gentle as jade, and the truth of the great Tao is revealed in the words.

　　

　　 When everyone saw the old man's first glance, they all sighed, what a fairy-like person!