Lin Zhao took a deep breath, another big battle was coming, and the mission content was quite vague, but it was obvious that something big was going to happen over there in the world of ghosts.

…

Monster clan world, ancestral mountain.

An old Taoist in a gray robe climbed a mountain with a scratched hiking pole, and a green wine gourd hanging around his waist. He walked a few steps and then stopped to catch his breath, as if he would not be able to finish the stone steps of Zushan.

It seems like he has passed away forever, but from the perspective of those in the upper five realms on the Ancestor Mountain, it would be great if this old immortal was really dead, and there would be one less scourge in the world, and the whole world would celebrate.

But unfortunately, no one in Zushan would take action against the old man. The Strategist family was not completely on the side of the human race, so why kill him? What’s more, he was in the Fourteenth realm and was not that easy to kill.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a figure descended from the sky, wearing dark blue armor and holding a blue wave mace. It was the peak of the Thirteenth Realm, Demon King Liu Bai. Liu Bai narrowed his eyes and looked at the old Taoist, and said with a smile: "Senior Wang, come to Zushan.

What are you doing? Don’t you know you don’t have any friends here?”

"The younger generation is so ignorant?"

Wang Laodao shouted at Zushan: "Yaozu, you have to say it yourself. Did we have a drink together on the top of Lingshan Mountain, and did we lament that life is like a dream?"

"Ahem..."

The demon clan dressed in gray robes walked out of the Qingxiu Land, coughed, and said: "Liu Bai, don't be rude, the old Taoist is a senior after all."

"Yes, Master!"

Liu Bai smiled and nodded.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Zha, Ning Yuansheng, Fu Sheng, Nan Qingfeng and other thirteen realm monsters descended from the sky one by one.
Chapter completed!