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C2053

"During the great calamity, the stars collapsed and the almighty figures perished. Now that the great calamity has arrived again, the Coffin of Eternity will be opened. Let's join forces to resist it."

An aged voice came out of Xuan Gu's mouth, and resounded within the frozen space of this world. A terrifying aura seemed to have transcended space and time of the Primordial Era, causing many of the Holy Stage Expert present to inwardly change their expressions.

In the air, the Guardian, Dragon Clan, Zongheng Family, famed clan and other Saint Ancestor s looked around, their gazes sweeping across Jialou Batian, Moon Saint, Xuan Gu and the others, as well as Phoenix Clan, the Confucian clan and other Holy Stage Expert. Their faces were gloomy, their expressions ugly.

swish *

The four figures retreated into the air without much hesitation.

The giant demon vulture covered the sky, the Giant Snake and other giant figures also quietly disappeared from the sky, their might slowly fading.

The vast auras in the distance disappeared into the horizon as well.

"He's walking rather fast!"

Jialou Batian shook his hands as he stood up straight with his hands behind his back, as if he was disappointed that the Wu Family and the other Holy Stage Cultivator had left.

"Amitabha, I am reminiscing about the past."

A Buddhist chant sounded out, and a figure shrouded in golden buddhist images left.

"I never thought that the Old Monk would have such a vigorous life force."

Old lady Jialou Moluo stared at the figure who left, a light flashing in her eyes.

"If nothing unexpected had happened to you back then, you would have been above the Old Monk." Xuan Gu felt the look in the old lady's eyes and said softly.

"It was all like that back then."

Jialou Batian looked at the old lady beside him, his face revealing a look of regret.

"There's no need to say anymore. We have no other choice."

The Old Granny smiled at Jialou Batian, interrupting Jialou Batian's words.

"There must be a chance in the Eternal Tomb."

Jialou Batian said, his eyes firm and resolute, a gold light flashing like lightning.

Xuan Gu shot a glance at Jialou Batian and the old lady Jialou Moluo, and said: "Don't be so loving at such an age. The Coffin of Eternity is about to open, let's let the little guys heal first."

Hearing this, Jialou Batian rolled his eyes at Xuan Gu, and then said to Du Shaofu: "Kid, you can still hold on, can you?"

"I can bear it. I won't die."

On Du Shaofu's deathly pale face, the corner of his mouth curved into a smile. After consuming a large number of Precious Medicine, his injuries were already slowly healing under the effects of Immortal Profound Body, but this injury was too heavy, and the injuries left behind by the Holy Stage Expert were not easy to recover from.

"Good job, you are indeed the grandson of I, Jialou Batian."

Jialou Batian laughed, that palm-sized palm slapped onto Du Shaofu's shoulder, almost causing the incomparably weak Du Shaofu to fall from the sky.

"Shameless? This kid is clearly a human, it has nothing to do with you!" Xuan Gu unceremoniously said as he rolled his eyes at Jialou Batian.

"He cultivates a cultivation technique of my Golden Winged Roc s, and the bones and blood in his body are all owned by my Golden Winged Roc s. How does this have nothing to do with me? You are just jealous." Jialou Batian did not care about what Xuan Gu said. No matter what, he had already decided to take this grandson for himself.

"Haha, greetings to the two Saints!"

A total of four experts had arrived.

An old woman dressed as a peasant woman. Her hair was white at the temples and her shoes were flowery. Her appearance was extremely ordinary. However, her eyes were as deep as the sea on her aged face.2

There was a Daoist who was about half a hundred years old wearing a simple and unadorned Daoist robe. His hair was tied up into a high bun and his face was flushed red. He seemed to be smiling at all times.

A middle-aged monk, with elegant confucian clothing s and an extraordinary temperament.

An old man in a wide robe had a small and skinny body. However, the space around him was faintly distorting.

The four of them had withdrawn their auras and the light had faded, but it still gave off an incomparably powerful feeling.

Du Shaofu sized up the four people, and the moment his mind swept out, he disappeared without a trace, as if he was a stone thrown into the ocean.

"He's too strong, Holy Stage and the semi-sage realm is still the true difference between heaven and earth!"

Du Shaofu was apprehensive, those four people were too strong, it was simply impossible to pry anything out of them.

In an instant, the gazes of all four of them landed on Du Shaofu's body as well. After carefully sizing him up, their expressions quietly changed, and they did not let Du Xiaoyao and Little Star off as well, as they secretly wiped away the fluctuations on their bodies.

"So you're that little devil? You really live up to your name!" The wide robed elder looked at Du Shaofu, and carefully sized him up, his eyes shining.

"The later waves push past the previous waves. This is truly extraordinary!"

The old lady dressed as a peasant woman, the half a hundred Daoist, and the middle-aged monk were all looking at Du Shaofu, their gazes all rippling.

They had already heard about what had just happened from the sound transmission of the disciples in their families. Nine of the Semi-Sage Cultivator s had their souls destroyed by these three brats, and four of them were killed by the Devil King Du Shaofu alone.

How could they not be shocked!

"Young man, sorry about that. Greetings, seniors!"

Du Shaofu saluted. Although it was an unintentional act for the primordial spirit to pry into others, it was definitely an extremely disrespectful act. If the four Holy Stage Expert s just now had made things difficult for him, it would have been enough to embarrass his primordial spirit.

From the concealed auras of the four Holy Stage Expert s, Du Shaofu could guess that they were the four people from the farmer, daoist, Confucian and Mo family.

"No need for formalities, no need to be polite."

The four Holy Stage Expert looked at Du Shaofu and smiled, but were not overconfident.

Such a young man had the backing of the Golden Winged Roc race. The existence of Xuan Gu and the others was enough to make them think highly of him.

Most importantly, they understood that if this Devil King Du Shaofu were to continue like this, breaking through Holy Stage would only be a matter of time. With a group of abnormal youths following them, they did not dare to underestimate him, and could not ignore him!

"Little Star, how are your injuries?"

From the direction of the Phoenix Clan, a blazing aura instantly appeared beside Little Star and following that, an old man walked out. His embroidered clothes had the fluctuations of a Flame Rune and his long sleeves had patterns on them like the wings of a phoenix.

"It's a bit heavy, do you have any Holy Medicine? Hurry up and bring some over for me to heal!"

Staring at the old man who suddenly appeared, Little Star seemed to recognize him and didn't show any trace of politeness.

"This …"

Hearing Little Star's words, the old man was immediately rendered speechless. He smiled bitterly and froze on his face, then he forced out a helpless smile, waving his hand and took out a pill. A monstrous multicolored light surged out from his palm, and a rich medicinal fragrance immediately spread out, causing the space to faintly change color.

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