What is the origin of this old man? She was dressed in an old outfit, obviously not the clothes of this era, it looked very old.
"This stone roller is something that my ancestors have been using until now, and I don't plan to sell it." Zhang Wuye politely refused.
The old man has bronze skin, white hair shawl, and dry body, but he is full of energy, and his speech is like a golden bell, sonorous and powerful.
"The poor will not take advantage of you. I will give you fifty catties as a base, and if something is cut out of the roller, I will pay you as much as the market value."
Mr. Zhang Wu was a little troubled. He had already seen that the old man was absolutely extraordinary, and it would probably be inappropriate to refuse, so he murmured: "This..."
"Boom!"
At this moment, there was a loud noise at the end of the horizon, smoke and dust rose into the sky, and a very strong energy fluctuation came.
Purple Mountain!
The source of the earthquake is Zishan, which is guarded by nine dragon veins. Even if it is far away, you can feel the shaking of the stratum there.
The old man turned around quickly and looked towards the end of the horizon, his eyes were like two golden beads, and his dry body overflowed with a terrifying aura.
At this moment, he didn't look like a person, but rather a colossal monster, like a savage dragon that would never be born in ten thousand years, causing the people around him to almost collapse on the ground.
"brush!"
The old Taoist flew into the sky at once, stretched out his Taoist robe, and almost rolled up the whole stone village, he tapped with his finger, and the whole village was stabilized.
Ye Fan's scalp was numb, this old man's strength was too scary, just now he stretched his sleeves, it was just a subconscious movement, but it had such great power.
The old man turned into a gray mist and rushed towards Zishan, making the sky tremble for a while, like a real dragon passing across the sky.
"The Eastern Wilderness is really too big. There are many masters, not all of them are in the Holy Land. There are many strange people walking all over the wild forests of Dasawa." Ye Fan said to himself.
The Eastern Wilderness is boundless, and it takes several years to fly from one end to the other, and if ordinary people walk on their feet, they will not be able to walk half of the distance in a hundred lives.
On this vast land, there is a mysterious wilderness, stretching for millions of miles; there is an endless lake, boundless like an ocean; there are ancient palaces, floating forever in the sky;
Many holy masters usually leave the holy land in their later years and choose to enter the wilderness. It is not surprising that they meet unworldly masters or people from a long time ago.
"What happened to Zishan?" Many people in Shizhai were extremely nervous.
"Pack up your things quickly, and be ready to evacuate here at any time." Ye Fan instructed, he hesitated for a moment, flew into the sky, and flew towards Zishan.
The Zishan Mountain has an extraordinary weather, standing majestically, like a purple sword piercing into the sky, with many marks of knives and axes on it, engraved with the imprints of years.
A huge black flood dragon, hundreds of feet long, it is not known whether it is its main body, or it has deliberately extended its body, it is extremely terrifying.
It wraps around the top of the Purple Mountain, its black body stretched very tightly, like a great wall of steel honed by thousands of years of tempering, hooped to the mountain, unshakable.
The black dragon body has dense scales, each of which is more than half a meter long, and the black light flickers, full of a strong sense of strength.
This gigantic monster is pulling up the mountain, trying to use brute force to break the mountain and open this place, and it made the movement just now.
"This black dragon has seen the ancient scrolls, and found it here..." Ye Fan frowned. Before the Holy Land came, some powerful existences had already acted first.
"Duh!"
The old Taoist scolded softly, the sound was like a golden bell, and the trembling void buzzed and trembled.
On the purple mountain, the black dragon trembled violently, as if its huge body had been hit hard by a sledgehammer a few times, and it swayed repeatedly, causing the top of the mountain to shake.
Although the old Taoist is dry, standing in the void, he is full of pressure and suffocation, like a real dragon crouching and sleeping.
On the purple mountain peak, the huge black dragon groaned, like a mouse seeing a cat, trembling, curled up into a ball, then flew away from the back mountain without uttering a word.
At this moment, it didn't look like a huge black flood dragon hundreds of feet long, but like a loach, fled away limply.
"Everyone who is hiding in the dark, come out." The old Taoist's words were calm, but his majesty was irresistible.
Three old people appeared, each of them was full of energy and blood, like a big stove, which made people feel the terrifying life fluctuations.
Ye Fan was startled. Before the arrival of the major holy places, the people who could view the ancient scrolls were definitely unworldly masters.
"Who is Fellow Daoist?" An old man asked. He had white hair and a childlike face, and he had the charm of Daoism, giving people an unfathomable feeling.
"I forgot my name long ago. Let's go, this place is not something you can make up your mind about." The old Taoist was very calm, not angry but mighty, even though he was a monk, it made people feel palpitating.
"You are too unreasonable. There is no owner here, why let us go?" The old man who spoke was very old, like a great avenue and an abyss, unpredictable.
The old Taoist didn't say much, and with a wave of his sleeves, a strong wind blew, and the three white-haired old men were blown away in the blink of an eye, and disappeared into the sky.
"Couldn't this be an old holy master who ran out of life, walked into the wilderness, and then came out again?" Ye Fan was shocked, and had such an idea.