The old man stood up slowly and looked Pei Feng up and down.

Pei Feng could see through the identity of the old man at a glance. He was a monk of the Wu clan. He was a dead ringer like Yuan Qing. Because his vicissitudes of life also revealed his indifference to life.

Pei Feng knew that this old man's mission was to activate the Shura Seal in front of him.

The old man spoke. He smiled slightly and said: "You can actually withstand the lightning disaster in this alien space. You are not simple. During the battle on the top, a young man pierced the Shura Seal. Counting it all, now that

The boy should be the same age as you."

Pei Feng said: "No need to doubt, I am him."

The old man was not surprised. He had been watching Pei Feng since he entered this strange space. The strength Pei Feng showed had already made him 99% sure.

"As expected, it's you! But this time you won't have that chance again."

"You didn't expect me to stand in front of you before. You can't predict what will happen next either."

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly: "Are you confident that you can survive in the hands of a land god? Or can you escape the pursuit of the entire witch clan?"

Pei Feng spread his hands and replied harshly: "If you're afraid, I won't come in."

"Hahaha! You are indeed not an ordinary person." The old man laughed. He made no secret of his admiration for Pei Feng. "My child, you don't have to use your words. You know your situation very well in your heart. I can point it out to you.

A way out."

"Relying on your witch clan?"

"You are very smart."

The old man slowly took a step closer to Pei Feng. "You are qualified to step into the Temple of Chaos. With a small dagger, you can actually pierce a Shura Seal! The high priest also wants to know how you did it?"

"

The old man took another step closer to Pei Feng. "After the battle on the top, we investigated your identity. We learned that you are the last of the Gods. The high priest guessed your identity."

When the old man said this, Pei Feng's heart became tense.

"What's your identity?" Pei Feng asked.

"You are the Wu Clan's biggest enemy. Of course, you can also choose to become the Wu Clan's closest friend."

"Not interested in."

The old man chuckled again and said: "Listen to what I have to say and you won't be too late to refuse. You are different from us. You are not my god's slave, you are an existence above us. My god can give you the cultivation of the Immortal Emperor.

, and even help you achieve divine status and allow you to ascend from this world."

Pei Feng said nothing, his brain spinning rapidly, trying to find some clues from the old man's words. Obviously, there were too many secrets in the old man's words.

Pei Feng was silent for a long time, and finally asked, "Are these what you said to the people of Qingshui?"

"Hahaha..." the old man laughed heartily. "Not entirely. Qingshui people are not qualified to be my god's friends."

When Pei Feng heard this, he could no longer calm down. He asked in a deep voice: "What do you mean?"

The smile on the old man's face was thick. He said slowly: "My God said that after he escapes from trouble, there are only two people in the world who are qualified to fight with him."

The old man paused and said to Pei Feng: "The first is the person chosen by the Dragon Ancestor. The second is the person chosen by the Demon God."

Pei Feng was shocked. How could he not guess the implication of the old man's words at this moment? He was the person chosen by the Demon God. In an instant, the context of the whole matter became clear.

The blood of the Beihai Sky Demon flows in his body. The Divine Race is a people created by the Sky Demon God. The Divine Race people carry the blood of the Sky Demon God and have multiplied to this day, and he is the last bloodline of the Divine Race, so he is the chosen one by the Sky Demon God.

Determined savior.

In the dark, he met Ling'er and the Sun-Splitting Divine Sword. Now Ling'er lives in his demon palace, and he himself is becoming a magic weapon used by the demon god!

All this is not a coincidence, this is the way of heaven that the ancient god foresaw countless years ago.

Time in the tower seemed to be frozen. There was no sound for a long time.

Pei Feng suddenly broke the silence and laughed. He couldn't stop laughing!

"Hahaha. It seems that your god is not invincible!"

The old man's face darkened.

"If he didn't have fear, he wouldn't care about me, a Taoist monk who hasn't grown up yet. If he was invincible, he wouldn't need Qing Shui to help him clear the obstacles. Hahaha. If he can't win, there will always be someone who will stand up and defeat him.

He goes back into the turtle shell. If that person is destined to be me, how can I escape?"

After Pei Feng finished speaking, he suddenly struck out with his sword. A good man's head rolled to the ground without any warning.

A high column of blood spurted out from the white-faced young man's neck.

Pei Feng's True Martial Sword Intent has entered the Transformation Realm. This young disciple who has cultivated in the Soul Realm did not even have time to react under the True Martial Sword, and his body and soul were completely destroyed!

Pei Feng turned and pointed his sword at the long-haired old man.

"The Witch Clan uses a peak monk to sacrifice the Shura Seal. It is really a great gesture. It seems that you are going to kill a great big shot."

"It can also be you!" the old man said coldly.

Pei Feng sneered and said, "I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it. The Shura Seal that your witch clan spent thousands of lives sacrificing to create is a bit wasteful to use on a Taoist monk like me, right?"

"You!" The old man's face turned pale.

Pei Feng hit the mark. The old man was really unwilling to break the original plan and use the Shura Seal on his body. No matter what Pei Feng's identity was, he was still just an ant. Qingshui people could come back and crush him to death at any time.

Any master sent by the Wu Clan can kill him hundreds of times.

"It's a waste. I don't need the Shura Seal to kill you!" The old man's voice was hoarse, and as he finished speaking, his aura suddenly rose. A black layer of divine transformation realm centered on the old man's body and spread out in all directions.

Pei Feng also developed his own dual realms: the realm of water and the realm of reincarnation.

Pei Feng once fought three gods together in the sky above Tianyan Sect. But in fact, in that battle, he relied entirely on luck and strategy to tangle with the three great monks.

Qiniang Xie Yue has just broken through to the state of becoming a god. Her most powerful killing move, the Enchanting Heavenly Technique, has no effect on Pei Feng, so Qiniang's combat power cannot actually reach the level of a great monk.

And Han Hao is a dying man whose life span has been exhausted. He has to distract himself from protecting his disciples. His combat power is also far inferior to that of the great monk.

Pei Feng fought against Wanlong, and several killers from the Thirteenth Hall also helped.

Today, Pei Feng will face a peak monk of the Witch Clan. This will be a real battle. Pei Feng's blood boils. This battle makes him extremely excited.

"Come, let me see how much the top monk of the Wu clan weighs!"
Chapter completed!