I thought about it, maybe today I have regarded myself as a descendant of the Manchus and the Hai family, and the secret of us Manchus' unification lies in the treasure of this underground palace. Although I don't want to get a glimpse of this mysterious power, I still feel in my heart

This is also curiosity, this is also belief. Maybe Nalanhong and Haiyue have the same purpose as me. Of course, this foreigner must be excluded here. What this foreigner wants is the dragon egg, and we will not allow him to take the dragon egg.

When we return to the United States, we may develop some terrible weapons by then.

"Wushuang, destroy the dragon egg, destroy that dragon egg, don't let him cause trouble to the world!" Wang Laodao and Tong Dahai still refused to play, reminding us to do business after entering.

"Hmph! You're dreaming, you old man!" Tong Dahai shouted, and his physical body actually changed. His face was distorting little by little, and his expression was like that of a ferocious evil ghost. His shoulders were cracking little by little.

Opening it, two ghost claws on the left and right regenerated from the middle, and the four arms attacked Wang Laodao fiercely.

"Dahai! You...! I told you not to touch the evil thoughts of the Human Face Mushroom, but you didn't listen to my dissuasion and ate its body? Tong Dahai! You are no longer my old friend! Don't blame me!

Killer!" Despite Wang Laodao's harsh words, Tong Dahai is no longer the Tong Dahai he used to be. He is like a monster in hell with three heads and six arms. His strength, speed, and aura surge instantly, and he is beaten.

Wang Laodao was overwhelmed.

Wang Laodao relied on his own colorful whisk. The seven-colored whisk was a sacred object consecrated by the Tibetan Living Buddha to the Wanyan family several generations ago. The colorful whisk turned invisible, and the power in it was rich and holy. It bloomed with overflowing light, one by one.

The whisk tassels suddenly grew out like hair and tied up Tong Dahai's body. Wang Laodao chanted a Sanskrit mantra that we couldn't understand, and sent streams of soul from his body into Tong Dahai's body, hoping to resolve it.

The filthy power in Tong Dahai's body.

The Wanyan family has a unique style of Taoism. They are true masters who never compete with others for the length of time or the speed of speech. Nowadays, there is no need to hide their strength. This old Taoist is risking his life and using all he has learned throughout his life.

When he came out, he knew that if he didn't get serious with Tong Dahai, he would have no chance of winning. Not to mention the current Tong Dahai, even the kind-hearted Tong Dahai in the past, the two often competed together, often without distinction. Now in his body

Due to Nurhachi's curse, his body has mutated and his energy is several times higher than before, so he certainly doesn't dare to underestimate it.

"Stop! Do you want to go to Nurhaci's treasure without my permission?" Unexpectedly, the little girl Lanzi actually stood in front of the illusory door, blocking our way.

"Haha... Lanzi, stop making trouble. You are still young and don't understand the grudges and grudges among us adults. Get out of the way. In the past, we treated you as ignorant and we will definitely not be as knowledgeable as you." She is too young.

, what does a 16-year-old girl know? I can only give you good advice.

"Brother Wushuang, Sister Meihui, you all know how good I am in the past. The happiest days in my life are the few days I spend with you, but I'm sorry, I can't let you in. It's hard to violate our ancestral orders! I'm sorry.
Chapter completed!