boom…
After a loud roar, all eighteen knights were knocked back several feet away.
Although they were not seriously injured, there was a look of horror on their faces.
They were the prestigious Eighteen Knights, but together they couldn't suppress a boy who was less than twenty years old.
"Not only did this boy break the rules of our God's Lord's Palace, but he also dared to resist. He must be killed!"
Jiang Lin said coldly, endless killing intent bursting out of his body.
The other knights also nodded, and everyone lined up.
Eighteen powerful auras emanated from their bodies and merged together in a special way.
The aura was like a god coming to the world, unrivaled.
Mu Yu frowned slightly, their power now far exceeded what he could contend with.
His mind was spinning rapidly, looking for ways to deal with it.
At this time, an old and deep voice came down from the boulder above their heads.
"Stop it all!"
Upon hearing this sound, the eighteen knights trembled and all stopped.
Then with a pop, all eighteen of them knelt on the ground, with a hint of horror on their faces: "Old Palace Master, I'm really sorry for alarming you."
A gray-haired, dying old man fell from the sky.
Mu Yu looked around and saw that the old man had no legs at all, and he was just floating in the air.
There was no breath on his thin body, just like an old man who didn't know how to practice.
"This little brother is a distinguished guest of my God's Lord's Palace. You must not be rude." The old palace master looked at the eighteen knights and said calmly.
"yes."
The knights simply did not dare to disobey the old palace master's orders.
"Thank you, senior."
Mu Yu said with a grateful expression, if the old palace master hadn't stopped him, he might not have been able to withstand the attack of the eighteen knights.
"Not only do you have such a level of cultivation at such a young age, but you can also inherit the Art of Destruction of the Kongshenghai. You are truly formidable."
The old temple master twisted his beard and said with a smile: "In the future, if you want to come to the temple of the God to practice or gain enlightenment, you can come at any time."
"And you guys, please show some respect to this little brother from now on, don't you hear me." The old palace master looked at the eighteen knights.
"yes!"
Jiang Lin and others replied, but they really couldn't understand why the old palace master, who had been living in seclusion for nearly a thousand years, cared so much about Mu Yu.
Mu Yu himself was also confused by Monk Zhang Er, but he could sense that the old palace master only had good intentions towards him and had no ill intentions.
"You all retreat, little brother, you stay." The old palace master said.
Jiang Lin left with the knights. Before leaving, he also took Xu Jiangheng out who had fainted.
Lan Yutong glanced at Mu Yu from afar, then turned and left.
At this time, only Mu Yu and the old palace master were left in the hall.
"I wonder what the senior's instructions are?" Mu Yu said respectfully.
"We are all old, and the world now belongs to you young people."
The old palace master sighed to himself, those vicissitudes of his eyes seemed to be thinking about something.
After a while, he came back to his senses and said to Mu Yu: "A few days ago, I used a secret technique to make a prediction. The land of the source of the gods will soon face a real catastrophe, and this catastrophe is unprecedented. , it is no longer something that our generation can stop.”
Mu Yu nodded. He had already anticipated this catastrophe. As someone who had personally experienced it, he could fully appreciate the power of that mysterious race.
The old palace master stared at Mu Yu and said seriously: "The heavy responsibility of preventing this catastrophe will be shouldered by your generation, and you gave me a glimmer of hope."