Chapter 45 Thousand Years Later

"Who are you?"

After every reactionary person is revealed, he will roar like this angry.

Although Mr. Zhang Guo was a great master, he was not immune to the common people. His eyes were full of coldness and he stared at the priest in red who was constantly coughing.

The dark aura on his hands, which was separated by his side, gradually turned into two balls of cotton wool and wrapped around his hands, looking very cautious - this priest in red could enter the mountains without his own awareness, which shows that this Westerner's realm was extremely high.

The priest in red touched his jaw with his empty hands, as if he wanted to smooth out the wrinkles on his face. His old lips had no color on his face. He moved slightly and said, "Who am I? No one has asked me this question for many years."

Zhang Guo Lao stared at the staff in his hand and suddenly frowned, as if a disgust that had been buried deep in his heart for many years suddenly burst out.

"Go to die."

Zhang Guo Lao waved his hands, and the dark vortex in his hand flew away from his body, quietly flying towards the priest in red. The vortex of black vortex seemed to be very slow, but after leaving his hands, he seemed to have escaped the constraints of time and hit the priest in red in an instant.

A holy white light flashed by.

A red-clothed priest with an old face stood proudly by the edge of the forest, holding the staff tightly in his hand. The top of the staff was made of some stone made of something suddenly shone brightly, and an extremely pure holy light burst out from the stone, turning from top to bottom into a protective film.

The holy light bounced slightly and easily blocked Zhang Guo Lao's dark air vortex.

Immediately afterwards, the milky white holy light shot towards Zhang Guo Lao's body. Zhang Guo Lao closed his eyes slightly, but did not hide or avoid it. After receiving this holy light, he heard a slight sound, but was not injured.

The monkey hair that had been guarding Monk Binku had seemed to remember something after seeing this holy light. It twisted slightly in the air and disappeared.

After the Cardinal exerted a holy light, the loose skin on his face slowly became elastic. The old face was also walking on the road of youth in an instant, looking extremely magical. He looked at Zhang Guo Lao who was frowning and thinking hard, and smiled and said, "After so many years, you have been practicing under the Oriental Danasty Sect, why can you only use the sets of your blood clan?"

Zhang Guo Lao slowly opened his eyes and said lightly: "I have been practicing Taoism for thousands of years, and the holy light of the Holy See can no longer hurt me."

The Cardinal smiled and said, "That's natural. I'm just trying it."

"Who are you, how do you know me?" Zhang Guo Lao narrowed his eyes slightly, but could not see any fear.

The priest in red touched his jaw again, as if satisfied that his skin was smoother, and said with a smile: "Who am I? I am the one who chased you at the foot of Hengshan Mountain a thousand four hundred years ago. After that time, I never went back."

Old Zhang Guo's pupils suddenly shrank, as if he remembered the identity of this person, and his fingers trembled slightly: "It's you!"

"good."

"I have converted to the Eastern Taoist Sect now. Don't meddle in other people's business." Zhang Guodi's tone was as normal, and he didn't seem to be very afraid of the other party.

"I just came to China to see my old friends, but I didn't expect to meet you."

"The Holy See is always bullshit. When did you ever feel mercy when did you slaughter our people?"

"Why do you need mercy to the strange disciples?" The priest in red frowned slightly: "That year I killed Muhammad in Mecca, but was poisoned by those scimitar scimitars and had to escape east. Then I happened to meet the Great Sage. I thought I had nothing to do, so I followed it back to the East to play. It was probably during the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty, but I discovered you."

He smiled and said, "You are the second-generation blood clan, and I am the Lord's servant. I didn't expect that in the East, I could actually see a second-generation blood clan. It's really interesting."

"It's you, indeed." Zhang Guo Lao gasped, as if recalling the scene more than a thousand years ago.

The priest in red frowned and said, "I should have killed you at that time, but your master pleads with you. So you can save your life, but you have promised me that you will no longer go to the realm."

Old Zhang Guo waved his hands gently and smiled slightly, looking very strange: "I was surprised back then, how could you, a vain master, beat me, the second-generation blood clan? Now I know that you have an old age with the Great Sage. It turns out that he is secretly helping you."

The red-clothed priest frowned more and more violently, and he shook his head and said, "You are wrong."

"If you follow our agreement, follow the Heavenly Lord to practice with the heavenly Lord and ignore the right and wrong in the world, I will naturally not be embarrassed for you." The priest in red rubbed his hands gently, and the wrinkles on the back of his hands were immediately wiped into the girl's skin, which was smooth and watery. "Since you came to kill someone in the world and I happened to meet him again, then naturally, you will bring the Lord's grace to you."

Zhang Guo Lao stood quietly, as if thinking about something. Those things were too old, so he struggled to think about it, and his eyebrows stood up.

He was originally a second-generation Western blood clan. After being hit by a magical subjugation technique, he fled far away to the East and then lived in seclusion in the mountains. He passed through several dynasties on the way, and was ordered several times to pretend to die and refuse to go.

The reason why he pretended to die and refused to go to court was because he knew that there was always a powerful Western priest staring at him around Chang'an.

In the first year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty, in 627 AD, Sanzang of Tang went abroad and brought monkeys, pigs and horses to India to seek scriptures.

In the 13th year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty, in 632 AD, Muhammad died in the Holy Land of Mecca. Later, a Western priest was chased by a Middle Eastern scimitar and fled to the east.

A certain year later, the priest met a monkey.

In the 19th year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty, Tang Sanzang returned to Chang'an, and there was an extra foreigner behind the team.

Several years later, a living god named Zhang Di appeared in the Tang Dynasty. He claimed that he had lived for hundreds of years and had the secret technique of immortality. During the Wuzhou Dynasty, Wu Zetian sent an envoy to summon him, but Zhang Guolao pretended not to die.

Several years later, in the 21st year of Kaiyuan of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty, the governor of Hengzhou reported his strange news to the emperor. Xuanzong praised him and summoned him. Zhang Guo pretended to die again, and was extinguished for several days.

In the mountains and forests.

The Cardinal had no expression on his face: "The emperor at that time called you to ask about the art of immortality, why didn't you go?"

Zhang Guo Lao smiled sinisterly and said, "My clan's immortality technique needs to be embraced for the first time, but you don't know. At that time, I knew you lived in Chang'an, so how could I go to Chang'an? Although I was not afraid of you, if you exposed my identity, my life would not be very easy."

During the Xuanzong period, there was a sorcerer Ye Fashan who was practicing the art of Qimen. The emperor once asked him to observe Zhang Guo and ask him about his origin. Ye Fashan said tremblingly: "I dare not say it, I will die if I say it." The emperor asked in an urgent matter, and Ye Fashan secretly said: "Zhang Guo was a bat spirit in the first time of Chaos." After saying that, he fell to the ground and died.

It looks very tragic.

The Cardinal was still watching quietly.

Hiss! An extremely shrill cry, and a sound of tearing off something and breaking it. Old Zhang Guo's back was torn apart by himself!

In the large wound on the back, two black things could be seen vaguely squirming.

An extremely sharp roar was heard from Zhang Guo Lao's lips, and the roar was extremely sharp and gradually became unheard, but in fact, the frequency of the sound was even higher, which exceeded the range of ground that human ears could hear.

Among the mountains, countless birds snatched their lives from the forest and flew for only a few dozen meters. They were hit by the silent sound wave, and fell from the air and fell to the ground, turning into countless beautiful blood flowers.

The Cardinal, who was fighting head-on with Mr. Zhang Guo, still had his face unchanged, and he gently chanted the strange syllable long sentences.

Monk Binku, who was seriously injured and about to die in the distance, was shocked, and blood was left in the wounds of his eyes, which had gradually dried up. The presiding of Guiyuan Temple suddenly raised his index fingers and pointed to the Buddha's light. He inserted it into his ears fiercely.

"Seeing that the five aggregates are empty."

Monk Binku chanted gently, and two ripples of blood flowed out of his ears, barely saving his life.

A silent roar stopped suddenly.

Zhang Guo Lao looked at the Cardinal in front of him quietly, with dozens of extremely thin bloodshot blood stained in his pupils, which looked very scary. There was no expression in his tone: "Whoever dares to stop my revenge will kill whom I will kill."

With a swish!

Two black shadows suddenly stretched out from his back, and the wind blew. The sand and stones flew away. Only after the wind stopped could we see clearly that two pairs of extremely thin black flesh wings had grown in the crack of his back!

The black wings are extremely thin, and the middle seems hollow, but the ground is extremely dark and dark, like the pain in hell. The black wings are extremely large. The left and right sides are spread out, and they are dozens of meters long. It looks very terrifying, like the wings of a demon.

Zhang Guo Lao's face was shining with a faint golden light, and the huge and terrifying black wings slapped behind him.

This is exactly the true image of the second generation of blood clan.

The Cardinal's long and difficult spell at this time had already been recited. He looked at the huge black wings behind Zhang Guo Lao's back, and there was no strange expression in his eyes. It was obvious. This was definitely not the first time he saw the second generation of blood clan.

"Shouldn't it be white?"

"Don't forget that I have practiced with the Heavenly Lord for thousands of years." Zhang Guo Lao said coldly. In the 19th year of Zhenguan, he was injured by the powerful red-clothed priest in front of him, and it has been healed for thousands of years. "The white wings are only loved by the angels with a disgusting face."

The Cardinal smiled slightly, and with a squeak, the red robe was neatly divided into two pieces from the back, and a pair of... the white and holy white wings stretched out from behind him, gently slashing up and down in the air in an extremely perfect arc!

"I want to heal you." The priest in red looked at Zhang Guo Lao with a smile.

Zhang Guo Lao was not surprised. It seemed that the battle more than a thousand years ago had already made him know the true identity of this powerful priest in red.

"Does a mere low-level angel also want to challenge the true strength of the second-generation blood clan?"

He grinned and swayed the black wings behind him. More than a thousand years ago, he threw himself into the Taoist sect and his master kept staring at him. So when facing this red-clothed priest, he could only use the immortal technique and dared not show the body of the second-generation blood clan, so he returned in a miserable defeat.

And now, he has given up everything and decided to use his true strength to kill the poor lower-level angel in front of him in one fell swoop to avenge his thousand-year revenge.

The white and soft wings gently swelled up and down behind the Cardinal.

He smiled and said, "I said, you underestimated me."

The holy light in the forest appeared again, and a flash of light, and countless dying birds and beasts returned to their rebirth. The dying monk Binku gradually appeared rosy on his face, and his bleeding eyes gradually closed, as if he was very comfortable being shined by the holy light.

With a swish!

A pair of white wings suddenly appeared behind the Cardinal!

Zhang Guo's old pupils suddenly shrank, and a trace of fear appeared!

Before the matter was finished, the Cardinal's face gradually disappeared, and a quiet smile that had been maintained was revealed, showing a look of looking at the mortal world above the nine heavens. It was the pride of the glory of God, it was a conceit with light dung, and it was extremely confident.

Another sound of swish!

Another pair of white wings appeared behind the Cardinal!

The three white wings swelled gently, and the beautiful scene seemed not to appear in the world.

The Cardinal took a light breath, as if he was enjoying this beautiful feeling: "I said, I will heal you."

The huge black wings behind Zhang Guo Lao swayed, but against the backdrop of these three pairs of white wings, which were small but extremely holy, they looked particularly depressed.
Chapter completed!