The old man holding the sword shook his head, did not answer the question of Tengbao. He took his steps and his voice was a little dry, "You go. I have never seen you, and this has never happened."

Tunbao and Hao Renjie looked at each other without saying a word. Tunbao's body shook and changed its original form directly. A Taotie that covered the sky and the sun rose up fiercely, and the divine light flashed, swallowed the sky and the earth, took a deep breath, and devoured the old man holding the sword, "No matter who you are! Today, you must die!"

The sound rang out like thunder. Swallowing the old man holding the sword in one mouthful, intertwining Taoism and magic. There was a terrible thunder roaring in her mouth, raging, changing like a knife, slashing down with force, and killing the old man holding the sword completely.

The old man holding the sword was fearless and sighed. Even though he was torn into pieces in Tengbao's mouth, his whole body was like a piece of blue smoke. After it was broken, it just moved and gathered together again, leaving Tengbao's mouth, and his pace accelerated, leaving the place.

Hao Renjie shouted violently, the long sword in his hand flashed, the sword light shone coldly, and the shocking sword energy was raised, and it sprinkled all directions in an instant. The sword energy continued like a sea tide, forming green sword lotus, strands like a net, like a line, like a great road, wrapping the sword old man holding the sword, shaking the long sword, and breathing the sword energy completely shattered the sword old man holding the sword in an instant.

Tunbao turned around and moved, his palm flipped his penis to cover the sky and sun. He grabbed it with one hand and grabbed the old man holding the sword, which was crushed by Hao Renjie, in his hand. The divine light rippled and the thunder roared, erasing the old man holding the sword inch by inch. In the end, a drop of golden blood finally fell into Tunbao's palm.

Tunbao's eyes cold, and he opened his mouth to swallow the drop of blood, "No matter who you are, I sealed the blood with my body and refined this intention. Today, you will definitely die!"

Tunbao spoke coldly. She had already made the worst plan when she came here. She would kill the old man holding the sword no matter what. She could not tolerate the old man holding the sword to continue to live, build an altar, summon the gods, and kill Lin Huang.

With his fingers moved, Swallowing treasure exerted all his strength, and his cultivation exploded, turning into a white jade-like handprint to seal the drop of golden blood. His fingers cut off the pulse and cut off blood on his body, and he wanted to seal the old man holding the sword in his bloodline.

Using this method, the old man holding the sword will be refined and destroyed his hopes.

"Why do you have to do this!"

The old man holding the sword sighed. He knew Tunbao's plan and wanted to forcefully incorporate this drop of blood. In this way, although he could not be killed for a short time, he could trap him. However, in this way, Tunbao would suffer the pain of blood flowing every day.

The old man holding the sword shook his head. At this moment, he was just a drop of blood, falling into Tunbao's hand. The golden blood turned, full as gold, with immortal light. With a slight shake, a little breath revealed. Tunbao's hand froze immediately. He couldn't believe it, and staggered back a few steps, covered his mouth, and looked at the old man holding the sword stepping out of the drop of golden blood.

If it weren't for covering his mouth, Tunbao would almost exclaim.

The old man holding the sword was silent for a moment, looked at Tunbao, swayed his sleeves, and left with great strides, "Leave quickly, don't follow me again."

Hao Renjie was a little confused, and he didn't know why Tunbao let go of the old man holding the sword. But when he saw that the old man holding the sword was about to leave, he immediately took action, split the sky with a sword and blocked the old man holding the sword.

"Is it you?"

Tunbao whispered in a low voice, looking at the back of the old man holding the sword, there were surprises, doubts, and disbelief in his eyes, but in the end they all turned into a soft whisper, falling into the wind, making people tremble in their hearts.

Tunbao Jiji said whatever he wanted. At the end of the conversation, he spoke softly and glanced at the old man holding the sword, "You think, will he really destroy the entire heaven and all worlds?"

The old man holding the sword stopped and glanced at Tunbao, "Without death, there will be no birth, without destruction, there will be no birth."

Tunbao's eyes were a little dark, but then he burst into laughter and patted the old man holding the sword hard, "I'm kidding. Why are you doing that serious?"

The old man holding the sword sighed, looked at Tunbao, and then looked back at Hao Renjie, "You'd better enter the temple as soon as possible. This matter can no longer be reversed."

Tunbao didn't say anything, Hao Renjie didn't say anything, and the old man holding the sword stopped talking and continued to walk forward. After a long time, Tunbao regrouped and said with a smile: "It's too slow to walk like this. Where are you going? Tell me, I'll take you flying."

The old man holding the sword shook his head, "No need. Don't follow me anymore."

"Just a little time, maybe you just want us to follow us, and there will be no chance. So, cherish it!"

Tunbao smiled and could not see the bright sadness. He grabbed the hand of the old man holding the sword and said, "After building ninety-nine altars, can you really summon the gods?"

The old man holding the sword nodded, "If nothing unexpected happens."

"You lied to others. I won't believe it. Because he is not that stupid." Tunbao laughed and then said seriously: "Although I don't know what he is going to do, I want to help you. Really."

The old man holding the sword was silent for a moment and waved his hand, "You can't help me."

"If you don't say it, how do you know I can't help?" Tunbao asked back.

"I want to enter Bulao Mountain." The old man holding the sword said lightly.

"Okay. I'll take you in." Tunbao nodded seriously, and Hao Renjie also nodded, "No, we can help you."

"Don't enter the mountain of Bu Lao, no one should enter. With your cultivation, you cannot enter." The old man holding the sword shook his head. Although he was immortal, he could not enter the mountain of Bu Lao.

"Where did you come from so much nonsense? I said yes, that's fine!"

Tunbao said coquettishly, grabbed the old man holding the sword and soared into the air, turned into a rainbow, disappearing into the sky, and Hao Renjie hurriedly followed.

The most mysterious place in the demon world, the legendary place where the last destination of those immortal creatures in the years is also the birthplace of all demon races, the holy land, the ancestral land, and the place that cannot be violated.

Bulao Mountain has been magical since ancient times. Don’t enter people. Even now, there are only a handful of creatures who can enter Bulao Mountain. Most of them have not been able to truly enter Bulao Mountain and have fallen into all kinds of dangers in Bulao Mountain.

The old man holding the sword wanted to enter Bulao Mountain because there was something he wanted to find in Bulao Mountain. Even if the last reincarnation of the three great gods was not in Bulao Mountain, he had to go in because there was the last turbid air of heaven and earth there.

But Bulao Mountain is not that easy to enter. Even the strong men of the heavens, who knew that the second altar needed to be built in Bulao Mountain, had directly put aside their plans, so they could imagine that Bulao Mountain's danger was definitely a more terrifying place than the top ten evil places.

If it is just a danger, the old man holding the sword doesn't care, but the important thing is that he can't get in. Unless he can have the cultivation of his own deity, he will not be able to enter Mount Bu Lao.

At this moment, the old man holding the sword, Tunbao and Hao Renjie were standing outside the Bulao Mountain.

Tunbao put away his laughing face and said seriously: "If you want to enter Mount Bu Lao, you can only enter. One level of cultivation is one level of mountain. If your cultivation is not enough, the road ahead will not be revealed. This is the place where all the major demon clans worship their ancestors. It is completely different from the ten evil places. If you want to enter Mount Bu Lao, you can take you to the sixth level of mountain with my cultivation. Which level of mountain do you want to go to."

The old man holding the sword sighed, "I want to go to the last mountain, you can't take me in. I'll give up this matter, I'll find another way."

Tunbao bit his lips tightly and looked at the old man holding the sword, "Although I'm useless, I'll take you there if you want to go to the last mountain. At worst, I'll kill you for this life."

"Nothing."

The old man holding the sword spoke up unhappily and scolded, "If you can really let me enter the last mountain, then I will definitely not stop you, but if I can't do it, why bother to show off? I know your intentions, but there is no need to mention this."

After saying that, the old man holding the sword turned around and Tengbao's eyes turned red, "Yes. I can't do anything well, I can't do anything. No matter how I do it, it won't fit your wishes, right?"

The old man holding the sword sighed, "A man lives for a lifetime, and the grass and trees are in autumn. It is rare to be yourself. It is great to swallow treasures and be yourself. Don't live for others anymore. It's not worth it."

"She can die for you, you can become a demon for her, do you think it's worth it? You can only say these words to lie to me, to yourself, and to the world! You can't be yourself anymore, why do you want me to be myself!"

Tengbao roared, tears falling like rain.

The old man holding the sword shook his head, said nothing, and patted Hao Renjie on the shoulder, "Take care of her, there are still ten years left. You can hurry up. If you can't enter the temple, you will have to sink into this life."

"He is not like me, and he will not stop for anyone anymore."

After the old man holding the sword said, his steps staggered a little and slowly left. Hao Renjie fell silent. Seeing that Tunbao was still crying, he sighed and gently hugged Tunbao in his arms, "Be good, don't cry anymore. He doesn't want you, I'll take care of you in the future."

"You go away! I don't want you!"

Tunbao cried even more sadly, and Hao Renjie didn't speak, but just hugged Tunbao tighter.

"I just wanted to do something for him, just a little bit. But I still can't do it. No wonder he is, I'm so useless, how could he choose me!"

Tunbao cried loudly, and Hao Renjie didn't know what to say, but just sighed a long time and watched the old man holding the sword slowly leave. His back was so lonely and desolate. If you walk alone, you will definitely be very lonely.

"Tunbao, let's go. We can't help him, and no one in this world can help him. The end of the world is approaching, so we don't care about anything else, be ourselves, okay? Even if it's just the last little time, let you be yourself, let me be myself. Don't come to this world for a while."

Hao Renjie whispered. Tunbao raised his head and looked at Hao Renjie.

"Actually, it's not worth your life to be able to meet him at the beginning, but it's not worth it to meet him, right?" Hao Renjie's voice was very soft, falling into Tunbao's ears, but it made Tunbao laugh with tears.

"Yes. I can't guess the beginning or the end of this fate. But if I meet him, my life will be worth it." r1152
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