Chapter 13838 Old Man Riding a Cow
Chapter 13838 Old Man Riding a Cow
The old man smiled, and there was a hint of calmness and confidence in his smile, as if everything in the world was under his control.
He said slowly: "Then I'll just ask you to die!"
Although his voice was soft, it carried an unquestionable majesty, as if death was just a trivial matter to him.
The armored man's face turned cold, and his already cold eyes showed even more contempt.
He looked down at the old man, as if he was looking at an ant who didn't know whether to live or die.
Then, he pointed at the twelve dying people, and a mocking sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Old man, if you don't leave now, those twelve idiots will be your fate later!"
His tone was full of threats, as if the old man was just someone he could kill at will.
The old man sighed, and that sigh seemed to contain endless vicissitudes and helplessness.
"How stupid!"
He shook his head slightly, with a hint of pity in his eyes.
In his opinion, the arrogance and ignorance of the armored man were simply ridiculous.
When the man in armor heard this, he immediately became angry and embarrassed.
He waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Kill that old thing!"
With his order, the remaining demon army surged forward like a tide.
The demons bared their fangs and roared like a group of hungry beasts, ready to tear the old man into pieces.
Their footsteps made the earth tremble, the dust they raised covered the sky and the whole scene was filled with a terrifying atmosphere.
The old man shook his head slightly, as if he was disdainful of the attacks of these demons.
He opened his mouth and blew out a cloud of smoke, which instantly turned into a giant standing tall.
The giant was huge, like a moving mountain, and exuded a powerful aura.
With just one kick, it crushed the remaining hundreds of thousands of troops to death.
The screams of the demons rang out instantly, blood splattered everywhere, the scene was extremely terrifying and shocking!
The demon army that was originally surging forward collapsed instantly under this kick and turned into a bloody ruin.
The strongest man in the Demon Sea, the man in black armor, stared at the scene in a daze, his eyes full of fear.
His body trembled uncontrollably, his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.
He never imagined that this seemingly ordinary old man actually possessed such terrifying strength.
The old man did not kill him, but instead slammed the ground with his palm from mid-air.
I saw a huge flash of light, and a terrifying gully appeared on the originally flat ground.
The ravine was bottomless, and the cliffs on both sides looked as if they had been cut by a knife or an axe, as if they had been torn apart by an invisible force.
The ravine is tens of thousands of miles long, like a huge scar, stretching across the earth.
Looking at the terrifying ravine, the man took a breath of cold air.
His face turned pale and his eyes were filled with fear and despair.
He knew that he had no ability to resist this old man.
"I...I won't go to Dazhen Dynasty again!"
The man stammered, his voice trembling slightly.
The old man smiled faintly, and there was a hint of tolerance and open-mindedness in that smile.
"That's not necessary. Within a thousand years, you are not allowed to cross this ravine. But after a thousand years, it's up to you. I won't care anymore."
His voice was calm yet firm, as if he was declaring a law that could not be violated.
After saying this, he rode away on the cow. The old cow took slow and steady steps and gradually disappeared into the distance.
The old man ignored the twelve dying people, as if their life and death had nothing to do with him.
But those people still breathed a sigh of relief.
Although they were seriously injured and dying, they felt a sense of joy at having survived the disaster.
The Dazhen Dynasty does not need to be destroyed.
This is the most gratifying thing for them. Their sacrifice was not in vain. They used their lives to protect this land and people.
The picture also came to an abrupt stop, as if an invisible hand had pressed the pause button. The originally fierce battle scene disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving only silence and blankness.
The old man slowly put away the crystal ball in his hand. The crystal ball flickered with a faint light in his palm, as if it still retained the warmth of the battle just now.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, a trace of emotion appeared on his face, and he said softly: "In that battle back then, all the elite troops of my Demon Sea were lost."
"It was a brutal war. Countless demon warriors fell in a pool of blood. Our strength was greatly weakened."
"If it weren't for the Holy Temple's mischief and betrayal of the Dazhen Dynasty, I'm afraid our Demon Sea would have been destroyed."
"We have to thank the temple for giving us a chance to catch our breath."
"They thought their little tricks could get away with it, but they didn't know that everything was arranged by fate."
"Now that a thousand years have passed, the shackles that once bound us are about to be broken, and my Demon Sea can finally turn our eyes to the rich Dazhen Dynasty again."
The young man suddenly soared into the air, and huge golden wings stretched out behind him. The wings shone with bright light, as if they were made of pure gold, and every feather exuded a powerful aura.
He was in a sturdy posture, like an eagle spreading its wings and looking firmly at the Dazhen Dynasty across the ravine.
The great town dynasty looked prosperous and flourishing under the sunshine, but in the eyes of the young man, it seemed like a castle waiting for him to conquer.
"Pass the order down, the thirty-six demon kings and seventy-two monster kings go to the Imperial Palace to see me!"
"You're right, it's time for us to take action!"
The young man's voice was loud and powerful, like a bolt of thunder across the sky, spreading throughout the entire sea of demons.
His eyes revealed a kind of determination and confidence, as if he had already seen the day when the demon army would crush the Dazhen Dynasty.
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Holy city!
Inside the holy hall that was bound by the formation set up by Ling Xiao, the atmosphere was extremely solemn, as if shrouded by a thick layer of haze.
The Holy Lord of Dazhen died. The once high and mighty being had now turned into a cold corpse. The Chief Priest of White Robes also died. With his departure the entire temple lost an important pillar.
The one who is in charge of the temple now is the red-robed chief priest.
The red-robed chief priest sat quietly on the high seat, his body slightly leaning forward, holding an ancient book in his hands.
The paper of the ancient book has turned yellow and is engraved with mysterious runes, as if it is hiding endless secrets.
His eyes were deep and solemn, as if he was thinking about how to deal with the current dilemma.
Below, there was only the one-eyed old ghost.
The one-eyed old ghost was short in stature and had a wretched face, but his eyes revealed a hint of cunning and cruelty.
The one-eyed old ghost said in a deep voice: "For now, it is best for us to stay put and wait and see what happens."
"Ling Xiao is now very powerful, so we should not confront him head-on."
"But Ling Xiao is a man with extraordinary talent. We must not let him grow."
"He is like a rising star. If we don't kill him in time, he will become a serious threat to our church in the future."
