Chapter 790

As like as two peas, the dark loach flying ship slowly approached the little Pyramid. The material of the loach flying ship seems to be made of the same material as Pyramid. The breath is just the same. When touching the faint and silent glow outside Pyramid, the loach flying ship flutter lightly and then quietly enter Pyramid's protection ring.

There is an invisible protective cover outside the pyramid. In this terrible vortex, the terrible force field can even be torn into debris, but the protective cover can keep the pyramid safe.

After the loach flying ship entered the protection circle, a triangular entrance slowly appeared on the pyramid. The entrance just accommodated the flying ship. Until the flying ship entered, the triangular entrance closed silently, as if nothing had happened.

The loach as like as two peas, the entrance of the loach into the entrance is a huge space, which is a parking lot, and there are about more than 30 aircraft that are exactly like the loach.

After coming down from the loach flying ship with ashram, Momo walked directly into an elevator. The elevator stopped and quietly opened the door. An old man with black robes, white hair and deep wrinkles appeared at the door of the elevator.

This is an old man of Tian nationality. He is very tall but extremely thin. His robe is like a skeleton, but the eyes in the old man's eyes are extremely terrible. When they see the old man, Momo and ashlun respectfully lower their heads, and even have no courage to look at each other.

The strength of the 55 supreme masters of the three alien races has reached the terror level of quasi saints. They are armed with destroyers. The strength of quasi saints can be increased by at least ten times, which makes them peak at the level of quasi saints.

But this skeleton like old man, just a look in his eyes, made them cold all over.

The old man said coldly to MOMURA:

"Come in!"

Momo immediately replied respectfully, and then obediently followed.

Through a long corridor, a four-way hall appeared in front of ashram. There was no decoration in the whole hall, but there was a magnificent throne on the west side of the wall.

The walls, domes and floors of the hall are all of the same color and patterns. There is no light transmission. They are integrated. Even these patterns seem to be alive. They are swimming slowly at a strange frequency, just like swimming fish in the deep sea.

The extremely depressing feeling made ashram and moylomo feel so uncomfortable that they almost wanted to vomit blood. Bursts of dizziness made them almost fall to the ground.

This is an extremely strange and terrible space. The existence of quasi Saint strength is impressively like a lamb to be slaughtered.

Ashron followed moylrama tremblingly. They carefully followed the old man to the west of the hall, and then stopped in front of the tall throne.

At this time, the two people could see clearly that there was a high platform more than ten meters here, and the throne was on that platform, and there were six smaller thrones on both sides of the platform.

The old man who led the way returned to the throne at the end of the right and sat down, like a rotten wooden stake, without any breath.

Moylrama ashram looked in horror at the huge throne in the middle. On the throne sat an old man. The old man was also dressed in a dark robe, but the robe was embroidered with golden patterns. These patterns were extremely gorgeous and showed an unspeakable charm.

The old man was very old. His hair was very dry, and there were few thin ones left. There was only one human skin left, which was loosely set on the bone.

The old man held a scepter in his hand, and the hand holding the scepter was clearly visible even at the joints.

The scepter sent out a faint smell, but the old man was like a dead man, lifeless, completely a skeleton that had died for unknown years.

However, as he slowly opened his eyes, his feeling completely changed.

There was only a ray of light in his eyes, but the whole hall was filled with a terrible pressure. The pressure gave ashram and moylrama the feeling that a little sheep suddenly met a hungry lion.

With one eye, the old man was no longer a walking corpse, but a man full of endless vitality. The whole hall and the whole pyramid seemed to come alive suddenly.

A solemn, magnificent and almost Taoist pressure came out from the bottom of their hearts. They couldn't help but kneel down on the ground and even threw themselves into the ground. They couldn't even show any resistance in their hearts.

Even if the old man is their enemy, they dare not have any resistance, because the terrible pressure comes entirely from their most direct thoughts.

The two quasi saints didn't even have the courage to mention a little thought in front of the old man.

Ashlun was here for the first time. He was trembling all over, but he didn't even dare to breathe. Cold sweat came out of his forehead. He never thought that there was such a terrible and terrible existence in this world except the three saints of Taoism and the two saints of western religion.

The old man is... Impressively... A saint.

But this feeling is so strange.

The old man, his body, is a waste, a dead man. Ashlun can clearly feel that the old man's body has no strength at all, let alone a saint, even the weakest small reptile of the alien race.

This is a real feeling. Ashram can even conclude that he can easily kill the old man hundreds of millions of times as long as he is given even a millionth of a moment.

However, the old man just opened his eyes and didn't deliberately look at him, so he didn't have the courage to move an idea at all.

The old man has the horror of a saint, but he doesn't have the immortal body of a saint.

That's weird.

In other words, this is absolutely impossible.

The twelve old men in black robes under the throne slowly opened their eyes at this time. Their strength was impressively half holy peak.

Twelve semi holy peaks, trapped in the semi holy peak, can step into the semi holy gate at any time by finding the threshold,

And a real saint.

Ashurun finally understood why the momrama had a strong foundation and spirit as scheduled, and opposed the supreme masters who were at the peak of the three ethnic groups, the emperor Shitian and the great Brahman.