Chen Yongjie’s hair stood on end. Although he couldn’t see it, he felt that his soul was threatened. It was like a black hole nearby that swallowed his soul and wanted to tear his soul inside.
The old astronaut glanced at Wang Xuan inadvertently. He lingered here for a long time. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky, as if he had realized something. His expression was solemn, and finally he led a few evil spirits away without any attack.
“Has he discovered us?” Chen Yongjie asked in a daze, one after another, this place was too dangerous.
“I don’t know!” Wang Xuan shook his head.
“There’s something new!” Old Chen whispered.
At the end of the sky, Zhang Daoling appeared, running away wildly, riding a rusty bronze mirror across the sky, landing like a meteorite in the Gobi.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Immediately behind him, three piles of mysterious firelights fell and burned in the Gobi. Not far away from him, they faced each other there, and the pages of scripture fell down from all over the sky.
“Everyone, after a long journey, we will see you again. Let’s see each other again and stay well!” Zhang Daoling looked very tired.
Wang Xuan originally wanted to say hello, but after seeing this scene, he shut up.
When Lao Zhang saw the two of them, his eyes suddenly brightened and he said with a smile: “Xiao Wang, Xiao Chen, here we come, come quickly to comprehend the Immortal Scrolls of the Heavens, Endless Creation.”
Wang Xuan and Chen Yongjie remained silent, then moved backwards with difficulty and quickly moved away from there.
Lao Zhang, you are so shameless, dragging them to support you openly.
Wang Xuan’s spine was broken, his chest was dented, the broken bones were pierced into his internal organs, his limbs were fractured, and the nails on his hands were completely off and stained with blood, which was very miserable.
He has never encountered such a strong opponent. This is the only time in his life. He seriously doubts whether Lao Zhang can beat him? Enough!
Chen Yongjie’s mouth was full of blood and froth, his arms were twisted into twists, his chest was collapsed, and his two arms were almost completely broken off with only a little flesh attached to them.
“Everyone, dust to ashes, dust to dust, let’s all disperse. Why are you pestering me? If we are destined, there will always be a time to meet again. Let’s call it a day.”
Zhang Daoling turned around and left, but three piles of fire followed him, surrounding him, like a bonfire at night, and like the flames of civilization that spanned time and space.
The most horrifying thing was that a blurry face appeared in the fire, looking at him blankly, while the scriptures fell from the void, burning, illuminating the surrounding areas.
Zhang Daoling was blocked and could not escape, let alone kill him.
“Zhang Shangxian is in trouble!” Chen Yongjie said.
“Don’t worry about it. Lao Zhang is a bit tricked. Let’s take care of ourselves first.” Wang Xuan healed his injuries. This tim