C2387 China's Guardian God Has Arrived!
The crane's feathers are as bright as snow, its wings flapping, soaring through the clouds.
In ancient times, this was an auspicious immortal beast that only immortals were qualified to ride!
But now, this immortal crane, which had long gone extinct, was willing to be stepped on by this majestic figure and carried across the sky.
The figure that was stepping on the immortal crane. It was only wearing a simple black robe, looking like an ordinary person, nothing special.
However, when the strong airflow that was ten thousand meters high blew in front of him, for some reason, he made a turn and was repeatedly split apart by the saber light.
Not to mention that person, even the white crane under his feet did not dare to blow against the cold wind!
The crane that he was stepping on! He stood with his hands behind his back. His figure was as vigorous and powerful as a pine tree in the snow. He had an imposing aura without being angry.
His gaze passed through the sea of clouds and intertwined with Yin Ping, who was dozens of miles away.
Seeing that Yin Ping was safe and sound, he nodded slightly and said softly in a relieved tone.
"Luckily, I made it in time..."
Then he turned his gaze to the white crane under his feet and laughed lightly.
"Good friend, I'll have to trouble you."
The red-crowned crane, which had been with him for hundreds of years, immediately understood his intention. With a cry, it flapped its wings and soared into the sky. Its speed increased exponentially!
The distance of several tens of kilometers was covered in a snap of a finger, and it flew over in an instant!
With a patter, it flew over! He landed not far from Yin Ping.
He took a step forward from the back of the red-crowned crane and arrived in front of Yin Ping. He stretched out his palm and patted Yin Ping's shoulder, greeting him with a nostalgic tone.
"Old friend, long time no see. How have you been?"
Yin Ping glanced at this fellow who was probably older than him and sighed in his heart. Even someone as powerful as him could not withstand the passage of time.
Time had left an unerasable mark on his face.
Wrinkles, silver hair... Just like himself, this unmatched guardian deity from sixty years ago still looked old in the end.
Yin Ping could not help sighing, "Even you are old..."
That person, however, did not care about his aging at all. He only sighed with emotion. "Yes. How could people live forever? You and I are both old."
"You old bastard! If you had come earlier! Jing Yue wouldn't have fallen! "
Yin Ping was obviously an old friend of this person in front of him. He could not help but feel angry at him.
With his cultivation level, if he could come a quarter of an hour earlier, even the female phoenix wouldn't be a match for him.
The old man in black couldn't help but sigh with regret, "Jing Yue, she... Sigh, it was my negligence that harmed her."
The old man's weather-beaten face was full of self-pity.
As the guardian of Huaxia, he should be able to protect the safety of Huaxia Ground.
However, it was because of his sudden appearance that such an irreparable situation occurred.
"This... Isn't this the magic weapon that you kept mentioning to me, the Hongjun Pagoda!? This thing actually really exists, just where did you get it from?"
Yin Ping's eyes widened like copper bells as he looked at the exquisite pagoda, clicking his tongue in wonder.2
The old man in black looked deeply at his old friend and spat out two words.
"Immortal Sect."
Yin Ping was shocked and said in disbelief, "What?! You really entered the Immortal Gate remains?"
"I remember that you said that you would never enter the ruins of the Immortal Gate before your time limit arrived. You are... "
Yin Ping's memory was right. This Heavenly Guardian had once told him that he would only enter the ruins of the immortal sect once before he ran out of oil, in order to seek the opportunity to transcend the Earth Immortal realm.
The old man in black didn't look straight into his old friend's eyes. He only sighed.
"Soon, my limit is not far..."
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