In a magnificent palace, there are two rows of statues of different shapes and spirits, some ferocious, some solemn, and some with compassion.

A handsome man was standing in the hall. He was wearing a green robe, a sword around his waist, and three spears were floating behind him. Just standing here exuded an invincible momentum.

He is the supreme Taoist!

On the high platform in front of him was a white-haired old man, with his eyes closed, as if he had already sat down without a trace of breath.

"Has a chaotic constitution been born in the Heavenly Court?" the old man asked leisurely.

The Supreme Tao said with a expressionless face: "That's right, it's called Sima Yi."

The old man's eyes opened two thin slits, and he whispered: "In this way, Heaven is indeed qualified to stand in the same camp as the God Palace."

The Supreme Tao smiled, smiling, with a hint of contempt.

"How have you been recently?" the old man asked.

The Supreme Taoist expression was solemn, and he said, "The Heavenly Demon Clan is extremely difficult and there is also the help of Buddhism. Not long ago, I encountered the Jiuzang Buddha and was almost seriously injured."

The old man frowned and snorted coldly: "The Buddha intervenes, the Buddhist sect is as shameless as ever. You go back and rest."

The Supreme Lord of Dao nodded.

He turned around and left. When he walked to the entrance of the hall, he suddenly turned his head and said, "Don't target Sima Yi, I want to fight with him as he grew up."

After the words came to his mind, he disappeared.

The old man shook his head and laughed.

Immediately afterwards, he opened his eyes completely, his eyes cold.

"Sima Yi... was cautious enough, and he actually called a fake name. This boy didn't look like a genius."

The old man murmured to himself, his tone was unpredictable.

He slowly stood up, his body trembling, as if he hadn't gotten up for a long time.
Chapter completed!