In the flash of lightning, the old man shot up from the ground.

Before Chen Lang had time to ask what the ancient celestial demon was, the old man had already taken a few steps back and turned his palm, revealing a silver-white short blade, but it was not facing Zhao Tai, but facing outside.

When things happened so suddenly, the old man did not choose to run away and leave Zhao Tai behind, or attack rashly, but retreated to the position closest to Zhao Tiandou who was kneeling outside. The depth of his scheming was evident.

Huang Lao seemed to know Chen Lang's question and explained that when the universe was still in chaos, the great god Pangu created the world and used his body to create the three realms of immortals and demons. As the heaven and earth were created, some ancient alien species appeared in the three realms. They were huge in size and moved slightly.

, has the ability to destroy the heaven and the earth, and the three realms have become a huge "gu". Those ancient alien species killed and devoured each other, and in the end there were only three or four hundred left in the three realms. They were all comparable to gold.

The existence of immortals is called the ancient heavenly demon.

After hearing this, Chen Lang felt strange in his heart. The Zhao family is just a small family and cannot even rank in the Star Luo Empire. How come the head of the Zhao family has such a thing as the remnant soul of the Great Demon?

Although such a terrifying phenomenon appeared in Zhao Tai's room, it was now strangely quiet, and you could almost hear a pin drop.

Zhao Tai frowned, a layer of evil energy flashed across his thin face, and the giant dragon's shadow retracted from his body.

The old man gasped for air and coughed out a mouthful of blood from time to time, but his eyes remained calm and the hand holding the short blade did not shake at all.

''Old man, it turns out that you have discovered me a long time ago. Fortunately, you have been able to endure it until now. Aren't you afraid that I will kill you while you are sleeping?''

Zhao Tai looked calm, as if facing an old friend, "'It's not that easy for you to kill me, because you have worries and fears in your hearts, so you don't dare to kill me.'"

The old man looked at Zhao Tai, his expression getting colder and colder, like a hungry wolf calmly observing his prey.

The blood condensed at the corner of his mouth made him look like Shura who had walked out of hell. He was so ghostly that he could not hide the murderous intent deep in his pupils.

''Hand over everything, otherwise, you will be charged with treason and killed!''

Zhao Tai suddenly smiled, with a hint of disdain in his voice.

‘‘Treason? Whose country? Speaking of treason, it should be you! Come, let the purest and sweetest Sirius blood flow through my lips!’’

Zhao Tai looked crazy at this moment, as if he was moaning, the muscles all over his body bulged, the surface of his body was covered with veins like tree roots, and he threw out a punch.

''boom--''

The powerful fist wind compressed the air and formed a wind pillar with a cold and domineering internal force, blasting towards the old man.

''snort!''

The old man let out a cold snort, swung back the hand holding the short blade, and shot towards Zhao Tiandou. His free hand formed into a claw shape, and he fiercely grabbed at the wind pillar like a violent wolf waving its claws.

In an instant, the moment the old man waved his claws, the narrow space in Zhao Tai's room seemed to solidify, and the ethereal space turned into a solid like agar, turning into six parts and five faults.

From the dark space cracks, bursts of cold wind came, like the big mouth of an ancient ferocious beast, swallowing everything.

The six spaces twisted and squeezed each other strangely, strangling the wind pillar in the cracks in the space.

The old man's strange claw continued to attack Zhao Tai with unabated force.

Zhao Tai did not resist immediately, but shouted loudly: "Little brother, why don't you do it?"

Just when the short blade was about to break through the room, the short blade stopped suddenly and strangely. The gap between extreme movement and extreme silence seemed very abrupt.

A reassuring smile appeared at the corner of Zhao Tai's mouth, and the blood all over his body burned crazily. The veins all over his body turned into a strange blood red at this moment, his eyes were green, and a faint smell of blood came from every pore of his body.

Drift out.

The old man let out a terrifying cry: ‘‘Demon Sealing and Blood Burning Technique, are you crazy, old ghost?’’

It was as if the soul of an ancient demon had awakened in Zhao Tai's body and occupied his body. At this moment, Zhao Tai's eyes were terrifyingly cold.

''As long as I can suppress you, there's nothing I can't do! Feel the oppression brought by your proudest bloodline!''

''What a pure demonic aura, it seems that this person has a good background!'' Mr. Huang sighed.

Chen Lang's figure appeared in the void, holding a beating short blade in his hand.

There is no need to hide anymore.

Zhao Tai punched out, and a fist wind with the smell of blood was like a dragon rising into the sky, directly bombarding the old man.

The old man was like a flying cannonball, slamming into the barrier he had set up. His clothes were disheveled and he was in a state of embarrassment. He coughed and vomited out some small pieces of meat.

After Zhao Tai delivered this blow, he instantly aged by more than 20 years. All the blood in his body seemed to have been burned away long ago. It looked like there was only a layer of skin wrapping his bones.

He slumped down on the bed, gasping for air.

Suddenly, Chen Lang suddenly saw an ordinary jade pendant on the old man's waist. His body was shocked and trembling uncontrollably. His head seemed to have been hit hard by someone, and the sound of "boom boom" echoed.

The old man looked at Zhao Tai, a vicious light flashed in his eyes, he tiptoed and rushed out of the room.

Chen Lang shouted loudly: "You can't leave!"

After the barrier in the room was destroyed, the movement here had already alarmed everyone in the Zhao family, not to mention it was still a troubled time.

As soon as the old man rushed out of the room, the sixty innate masters and countless acquired masters who were guarding the outside rushed towards the old man like water, trying to stop him, but who was the old man, and how many people in the Zhao family could hinder his steps.

His hands were shaped like claws, and he waved at the people surrounding him. In an instant, everyone flew backwards, with a few scratches on his chest.

The old man didn't stay much longer and fled into the depths of the night.

''Master, hurry in and see the master, I will chase him.''

After saying that, Chen Lang no longer concealed his strength and ran wildly, chasing the old man in the direction of his escape.

Zhao Tiandou rushed into the room, looked at Zhao Tai lying on the bed, and let out a heartbreaking shout: ‘‘Dad——’’

…

The vast forest is completely silent. Even the ferocious beasts during the day are now taking a rest. Occasionally, one or two rustling insects can be heard.

The waning moon in the sky shines indifferently, overlooking all living beings, as if it had remained unchanged for hundreds of millions of years.

The dark night sky is filled with cold and moist mist. If you look carefully, you will find two faint traces in the mist.

The mist rolled, gradually covering up the two tracks, as if nothing had happened.

The old man's movements were strange, constantly changing the direction of his progress, but he was not panicked at all. He was obviously very familiar with the surrounding terrain, as if the forest was a part of his body.

Chen Lang stepped on the "Fantasy Moon Step" and followed the old man three miles away. Whenever Chen Lang accelerated, the old man's speed also increased by a minute, and the two of them maintained a distance of three miles.

If it weren't for the ray of soul power left in the old man's body, Chen Lang might have lost track of him long ago.

Suddenly, he felt the old man stop.

Chen Lang quickened his pace, but he didn't dare to relax in his heart and became more vigilant.

After a while, Chen Lang saw the old man, his whole soul power was secretly moving, and his fingertips were ready to shoot out the unformed "Three Yang True Sword" at any time.

The old man stood on the treetop, his face was as pale as gold paper, and his body was so thin that it seemed like a gust of wind could blow him down.

He looked at Chen Lang, his eyes were hollow, and there was a hint of tiredness in his voice, "It seems that I made a mistake. You are the most powerful person in the Zhao family. Young man, I have no enmity with you, why are you so tight?"

Are you chasing after me just because you are a servant of the Zhao family?''

Chen Lang calmed down his ups and downs and said one word at a time: "No, I just want to ask you a question."

The old man frowned, obviously not expecting that this was the reason why Chen Lang was chasing after him, but looking at Chen Lang's clear pupils, the old man felt that he was not lying.

''ask.''

Chen Lang took a deep breath and said, "Old sir, where did you get the jade pendant around your waist?"

The old man was a little stunned, and smiled slightly, "'It was given to me by a little girl, saying it could keep me safe during my trip. It seems that this thing doesn't work.'"

Chen Lang couldn't restrain the ecstasy in his heart, and tears actually flowed from his eyes. The soul power in his body fluctuated violently, and his voice was trembling, "Old sir, where is she now? Please tell me, Chen."

Lang is grateful!''

The old man looked at him and was about to say something, but suddenly his vision went dark and he fell down.

Chen Lang didn't think much, and with a flash step, he caught the old man just as he was about to fall to the ground.

There was a soft feeling at the tentacles, as if the person he was hugging was not an old man, but a young girl.

Chen Lang put the old man on the ground, unbuttoned his shirt, and couldn't help but gasped, what he saw was the shocking bloody wound.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Tai, who is usually so secretive, could actually hide such terrifying power. However, the cost of obtaining this power was too high. Now Zhao Tai may only have half his life left.

Blood had already soaked his clothes and condensed on his wounds.

Chen Lang carefully peeled off the wound, took off the blood-stained shirt, and threw it aside.

The old man groaned in pain, frowned, and made an inaudible sound, "Don't...don't touch me..."

Chen Lang didn't hear what the old man said clearly, so he used the "water condensation technique" to carefully clean the wounds on the old man's body to remove the smell of blood on his body, then took off his coat and put it on the old man's body.

When looking at the old man so close, Chen Lang found that this man's eyelashes were very long and soft.

The moonlight shone on his face, and there was a holy light.

Suddenly, the old man's body exuded a milky white brilliance.

As the brilliance circulated, there was a sound of bones stretching from his body, and his appearance kept changing, and finally turned into a mature and plump beauty.

Although her face is pale, she can't hide the charming look between her eyebrows at all, and the two plump breasts that are as exposed as snow-capped mountains are really...

With just one glance, Chen Lang blushed instantly, turned around hurriedly, and gasped for air.

''ah!''

Chen Lang let out an exclamation, and quickly took away the soul power wrapped around her body, his face became even redder.
To be continued...