Chapter 912

He was wearing a black robe, in which the Dragon loomed.

"You're a smart man. It's no good for anyone to check some things, so I hope you can stop."

Song Ningyu picked her eyebrow. Since he directly broke it, she didn't need to hide it anymore. She asked suspiciously, "are you really an elder, not a patriarch?"

"That's right! He is too indecisive. There are so many experts who have gone out of the black mountain hell, but he only wants those people to do good deeds! It's obvious!" he glanced contemptuously at the picture in front of the coffin, disdaining his face.

"What do you want to do?" song Ningyu sat quietly outside the ancestral hall, looking at the old man in the ancestral hall coldly.

"When I become the emperor, I will rule the world! Don't worry, I'm far from this goal. Soon! Soon all this will belong to me." he is still dreaming of the emperor!

"Want to be an emperor? I'm afraid you'll be old and dead before you arrive!" song Ningyu looked coldly at the people who came out step by step. She turned the wheel and slowly retreated to the yard. The yard was very empty, and the ground was still flashing mottled dark red, which was very strange.

"Death? I'm immortal! I've refined the medicine of immortality. I'm getting younger and younger recently. Little girl, fighting against me will come to no good end. You'd better be obedient. I can give you whatever you want, but you have to give me the fire phoenix scroll." the old patriarch Chao song Ningyu extended a slightly withered hand.

Song Ningyu looked at the skin with a cold light in the sun and said in a deep voice, "dominate the world? Then, clan leader, do you know me? I am the emperor of Huangdao!"

"Hahaha, from the moment I saw your face, I knew that today's emperor was already vulnerable. Just a piece of red fire spider king died. Three people from the whole city died. Congealed to the emperor, your ability is nothing more than that!" the old man slowly stretched out his hand and pulled down his gray beard, revealing his stubble chin.

He pulled off the wrinkled skin on his hand, and then the face

After a while, the old face became extremely young! That face can still be seen vaguely, which is somewhat similar to the picture in front of the last coffin!

Song Ningyu was shocked: "this... How can there be an elixir of immortality in this world! It's impossible!"

The man in front of him changed his clothes, which was as warm as jade and well dressed.

He straightened his back, and the whole person was full of elegance. He slowly approached song Ningyu, raised her chin, and slightly lifted her thin lips: "if you follow me, Huangdao, I won't move, how?"

Song Ningyu calmly clapped his hand and smiled in his cold eyes: "so, you ordered Tang Zhao to enter my imperial island and kill my high priest! Even King Che! You also ordered Tang Liang to send a lot of cigarettes to destroy the people! You planted the Manduo flowers on emperor Hongmeng and Emperor Tang?"

"That's right." he nodded and was extremely satisfied with what he had arranged ten years ago!

"Just because you want to dominate the world? It's wishful thinking!" Song Ning sneered coldly, and several silver needles between his hands glowed cold in the sun.

The person on the other side's elegant face instantly sank down, and his eyes looked coldly at Song Ningyu: "people in Huangdao are so ignorant of good and bad!"

"No, you're wrong. People all over the world envy evil as hatred." a clear voice came from the roof. Gong Zilin looked cold and stood in front of song Ningyu's wheelchair, looking at the old clan leader opposite.

"Are you really the elder? Not the grandson of the elder?" after the series of peeling, Gong Zilin still doubted. If it is his grandson, it seems to be justified.

The man was so angry that he drank coldly, "I have no children. Where are my grandchildren?"

Gong Zilin raised his eyebrows and said with a smile to the elegant and murderous person in front of him, "is it really effective? What's the formula? Why don't you read it out and listen to it with my wife? She can tell the true from the false! If you can say it, it will prove that you are true. Otherwise, it must be false!"

His identity was so suspected. The man in front of him was angry and shouted coldly, "you want to cheat me? Dream! Since you don't want to belong to me, there is only one way to die!"

As soon as he raised his hand, he fiercely hit Gong Zilin with his scepter. From the perspective of song Ningyu, his powerful internal power has been nearly 80 years, which is higher than that of song Ningyu!

Gong Zilin stepped on the lightness skill and held song Ningyu behind the big wheelchair.

Boom, with a loud noise, the hard iron wood was split in two, and the sharp wind blade turned both sides into a piece of residue! A dozen white snakes flustered out of the wheelchair and disappeared.

Gong Zilin stared at the white snake that flashed behind the big pillar and wagged its tail at Song Ningyu. It was speechless!

"Add my internal power when you move!" song Ningyu exchanged his hands for Gong Zilin's neck and discussed softly.

Gong Zilin held song Ningyu and dodged. The man was still an old man in the end. His movements were always slower than Gong Zilin. His movements were rough. The scepter of nearly 100 kg in his hand danced like a tiger. He smashed it down fiercely, and a deep pit was hit on the bluestone ground!

The silver needle in Song Ningyu's hand is not idle. They have a tacit understanding with each other.

Song Ningyu deliberately fought in a place that could be destroyed in a large area. Such a fierce fight will inevitably attract people, but it seems to disappoint song Ningyu. A pavilion collapsed and a big house collapsed, but there was no movement outside.

The person opposite said with a sneer, "do you want to attract people here? I tell you, it's impossible! I've told everyone that if there is unrest here, it's heaven's punishment. No one is allowed to break in without authorization!"

Gong Zilin held song Ningyu and gnashed his teeth: "what a cunning old man!"

"Where's the master of the holy medicine pavilion?" song Ningyu remembered that the two people should act together. Why did Gong Zilin come here? The other one was still looking for the old patriarch?

The old man blew a whistle, and eight black figures rushed from a distance and stood in front of him. The swords held by the eight people were murderous, fierce and domineering. The eight people were like one, turning song Ningyu and Gong Zilin.

There was no improvement in those eyes. There was only one left in the numbness. Kill!

"Kill them and let them add some color to my secret way!" the fake patriarch bowed his head, slowly straightened his slightly disordered clothes, put on the skin and wig bit by bit, bent his back, and restored to the old patriarch with a crutch!

Song Ningyu was tightly held in her arms by Gong Zilin. The silver needle in her hand went in all directions like a sharp blade. One of the eight people retreated far away.