Volume 1 Chapter 769 Old Jin

Chapter 769 Lao Jin

"Is it so scary?" Zhang Ain muttered, and then added: "You still didn't say what price you would pay."

"I don't know if it's scary or not, but I know that those costs are often the things you are most reluctant to lose. Think clearly before doing it. Once you embark on the road to becoming a god, there will never be a way out, just like... sigh." Ghost. Zu sighed and stopped talking.

"Like you are now?" Zhang Ain finished for Ghost Ancestor.

Ghost Ancestor smiled and said: "Are you afraid that I am not uncomfortable enough? You always rub salt in my wounds. But it's not a big deal to tell you. To put it simply, there was only one Ghost Ancestor, but now there are two. One is here It’s me who’s locked, and the other one is hiding underground and never dares to show up, as you said, and that one is also me. We both know that we have each other, but we can’t come out to see each other.”

"Ah? Does that mean you haven't truly transformed into a god yet?" Zhang Ai asked.

Ghost Ancestor was very angry: "I said, why don't you have any sympathy? I am telling tragic stories here, and you ask me if I have transformed into a god? Is transforming into a god so important?"

Zhang Awei defended: "No, no, I originally wanted to ask you why you became two, but I thought that question was a bit cruel, so I asked a less cruel question."

Ghost Ancestor laughed angrily: "You are cruel enough. I wish you to transform into a god quickly. Once you experience it, you will know how wonderful that process is."

"But you didn't tell me how to change it." Zhang Ai said.

"I told you that everyone's path to becoming a god is different. You have to explore it on your own! I really can't communicate with you, a pig. Do you think you have a long-term view? It's a pity that it's not good-looking!" Ghost Ancestor spoke angrily. .

Zhang was afraid to deny his point of view: "Impossible. Although I can't be said to be the most handsome in the world, I can definitely be considered a handsome guy. There is something wrong with the aesthetic standards of your era."

Ghost Ancestor was so angry at this guy that he cursed: "You bastard bastard, are you here to entertain me? Get out of here right now."

Zhang Ai smiled and said, "Talk more to relieve depression. I am here to say goodbye to you. I have to go away for a few days. If you are lonely, just continue to be lonely. I can't help you." Then he suppressed his smile and said seriously: "I originally wanted to find a legendary master of transforming gods when I went out this time to ask him how to transform into gods. I was thinking about combining your two opinions and researching it. Maybe it can be done, but you didn't dare to say it. Let’s go and ask, is it really that scary to become a god?”

"It's not scary, it's very scary. The body is tortured, the mind is tortured, and you have to experience what heartache is." Gui Zu corrected.

"Most practitioners are ruthless and selfish, so how can anything make them heartache?" Zhang Ain asked.

"Try it, you will know after you try it. No matter how selfish or cruel a person is, as long as he is a human being, he will have weaknesses!" Gui Ancestor affirmed.

"Just scare me. I'll go out first. By the way, you've been hungry for ten thousand years. Do you want to eat? I'll give you some?"

"Can you throw it into my mouth? You bastard, get out of here." Ghost Ancestor was heartbroken. If I could move, I would torture you first for dozens or even hundreds of years, but I would not kill you.

Zhang Ping smiled and said: "Then I'm going out." After saying that, he returned to the fourth floor.

Little Hai Ling was sitting on the big boat waiting for him. After Zhang Wen got on the boat, he turned the bow and sailed in the other direction. Hai Lingwei stayed with Zhang Ain for a few days, but the journey was not fast. It took ten days to reach the small door leading to the outside world.

Zhang Ping said: "I'll be back soon and bring a bunch of water monsters to play with you." Hai Ling said yes and said goodbye. Zhang Ai got off the boat and walked into the small door. The scenery in front of him changed, and the entrance of the Refining Temple appeared.

To his surprise, there was a person sitting on the platform in the distance. The one with shining golden light was Lao Jin.

Zhang Ain stood under the tower and asked from a distance: "Sir, are you waiting for me?"

Lao Jin stood up and said, "I'm quite curious. It's not the foggy season yet. What are you doing in there?"

"I'm being chased by you like crazy. If I don't stay inside, where else can I go?" Zhang Ai found a good excuse.

"Being hunted? Why didn't I realize at all that you were afraid of us?" Lao Jin asked.

"If I'm not afraid, you can't be hunted down?" Zhang Aoi said casually and walked forward.

"Where are you going now?" Lao Jin asked again. Zhang Aifeng also asked: "Where is the ice man?" "You want to find him? Could it be that he stayed in the Refining Temple for a few days, gained great power due to good luck, and intended to take revenge?" Lao Jin has a very rich imagination.

"If you don't have that free time, what do you want to do?" Zhang Ain asked.

"Me? Haha, I want to kill you too." After saying this, a golden thread was pulled out of the air and headed towards Zhang Ai.

Zhang Ai had been on guard for a long time, and when he noticed something strange happened to Lao Jin, he immediately pulled out the hard iron knife and thrust it on the ground. He shrank back, the two gods in his mind merged into one, and the abundant spiritual energy filled his body, driving his body to float lightly in the wind. Holding the handle of the hard iron sword in his hand, the man turned with the wind like catkins, avoiding the attack.

Lao Jin was very confident in his abilities. When he saw that he couldn't catch Zhang Afraid, he lowered his head and hit the hard iron knife. He didn't believe that the hard bones and scales could not break a broken knife. With a bang, the hard iron knife flew high into the air, carrying Zhang Awei into the distance. Standing on the ground was Lao Jin, looking into the air with an unbelievable expression. That knife could actually block his impact?

He raised his hand and touched his forehead. The scales and flesh were fine, but the force of the impact was too great. A trace of blood oozed out, and there was still a slight pain. Lao Jin was furious. He had not shed blood for many years, but today he was hit by a broken knife from an outsider. Injure. Pointing his toes to the ground, people were like flying arrows shooting directly at Zhang Ai, who was floating in the air.

Zhang Pa pouted and muttered in a low voice: "You are sick." He casually released the Fushen Sword and stabbed out the Ten Thousand Swords Formation with one sword. Come on, charge forward and see whether your scales are stronger than the Fushen Sword.

Old Jin had suffered a loss once, and seeing the silver light flashing all over the sky, he did not take risks again. His figure suddenly stopped, stood upright in the air, and pulled out something like a bull horn from his back. It was also shining with golden light. He took it to his mouth and blew it. The world was immediately filled with this sound, and the low sound like insects echoed in the valley.

Zhang Pa felt nauseous when he heard it. Although it did not cause physical harm, the nausea alone was enough to hurt people. I don’t know what the golden bull horn is. The sound it made stirred my heart and made me feel uncomfortable and want to vomit, and I couldn’t stand. And he was facing the enemy. Stimulated by the sound, his body shook in the air, his head was dizzy, and his gestures paused, and the sword light in the sky disappeared.

Lao Jin was waiting for this moment. While Zhang Pa was feeling sick, he had already rushed in front of him. The golden horns in his hands were replaced with two golden scimitars, which cut into his vitals with great force.

Zhang Pa was angry. How did I offend you? You must kill me? The tiger spirit in his mind roared wildly, and a strong wind suddenly rose from the flat ground, sweeping his body away a hundred meters. Lao Jin's two golden knives cut into the air, but he reacted quickly and chased after him with the momentum of the knives.

Zhang Pa was a little depressed. Didn't they say that you can't fly in the Refining Valley? How could this guy do it? When he was escaping in the valley, the so-called flying was just touching the grass leaves with his toes to fly into the air. Because the speed was too fast, it looked like flying, but he never got too high from the ground. The highest was only ten meters. He still had enough leverage to jump so high.

At this time, the tiger spirit roared, making his body fly into the air, but Lao Jin could actually fly up like this? He cursed inwardly as a bastard, and threw out four talismans to block Lao Jin's way in four directions.

Lao Jin chased fast, and Zhang Pa threw the talisman fast. Lao Jin found that it was not good. There was too little time to get around, so he had to release the force and fall down immediately. At this time, the talisman exploded, and the huge force of the four seven-star talismans pushed towards the middle and all directions. Coincidentally, Lao Jin was in the middle, and the four powerful forces gathered together to attack him. He himself was temporarily exerting force to fall, so he fell faster and was directly knocked down by the explosion.

For a master of his level, ordinary attacks could not easily hurt him, and even the power of the four talismans could not do anything to him. There was a distance between him and the talisman, and he was exerting force to fall down when it exploded. The speed was very fast. Only some traces of the explosion were slightly stained on his back, and the golden scales became gray, but his body was not injured.

Even so, Lao Jin was furious. Like the Iceman, he looked down on outsiders like Zhang Pa, so every time the fog cleared, they always killed many high-level monks who entered the valley. At this moment, he was wounded by someone he looked down upon, one on the forehead and one on the back. Although they were minor injuries, he felt very uncomfortable and raised his neck and shouted, "Boy, I will kill you."

Zhang Pa was spinning in the air with the strong wind and cursed back, "Are you sick? Are you kidding me for a long time?" He threw five flying knives with a swift momentum, as if five thin lines of various colors were connected to Lao Jin.

Lao Jin's eyes condensed, and he waved the golden scimitar to meet it, raised the knife and chopped it, he wanted to break the five flying knives. At their level of masters, even if the opponent hurt people with flying knives, no one dared to just dodge. Who knows what else is strange in the flying knives? It must be broken to feel at ease.

The two moved too fast, it seemed that Zhang Pa had just thrown the flying knife, and Lao Jin had already jumped into the air to chop the flying knife. Zhang Pa would never let him go so easily, and the Fu Shen Sword in his hand stabbed silently. If Lao Jin chopped the flying knife, then the Fu Shen Sword would stab Lao Jin at the same time. This was an ambush by Zhang Pa. The flying knife was thrown out at a slower speed, while the Fushen Sword attacked at a faster speed. They attacked the same place at almost the same time.

A fight between masters is actually a matter of seconds. Whoever reacts faster and moves faster will win. Lao Jin has always looked down on Zhang Pa and does not believe that outsiders have the strength to fight against him, so even if he was injured, he only thought it was because of his carelessness.

The fact is that it was indeed because of his carelessness that he got two scars. Although he was on guard at this time, he was not careful enough and fell into Zhang Pa's trap. Lao Jin was furious. He found that five flying knives were attacking at the same time with one sword, and he did not chop the flying knives alone. He slashed the two golden knives in his hands, and a golden shadow wall appeared in front of his body, blocking Zhang Pa's attack like a shield.