"You should wake up those two old guys down there first and let them listen together."
The old man's lips trembled.
That kind of shaking is not anger, nor is it cold, it is the instinct of the body to react before the brain.
Abyss At the bottom of the crack, two auras are indeed still sleeping, one is greenish gray, and the other is dark red, both of which belong to the same level of existence as the old man in front of him.
"You even know about them?"
"Nonsense, do you think I came here to chat with you alone?"
Gu Changqing's tone was exactly the same as when he urged Yang Jian to move weapons in Ruined Temple. He had no patience or pressure, he just simply disliked the trouble.
The old man did not move immediately, and his cloudy eyes glanced back and forth at Gu Changqing three times.
"You asked me to wake them up because you wanted to solve it all at once?"
"Otherwise, if I kill them one by one, I will have to make two more trips."
The old man's Adam's apple rolled.
He has lived for who knows how many epochs and has seen countless arrogant people, but there are really not many who are so arrogant.
The key is that he can't figure out the opponent's confidence.
The image of Gang Qi shattering two regular light spots of Destruction just now was still spinning in his mind. It was not a crushing force, but a dimensionality reduction blow.
Just like when he dealt with the juniors like Yang Jian, all he had to do was lift his finger.
And Gu Changqing shattered his light spot without even raising his hand.
"If you don't want to scream, I can scream myself." Gu Changqing glanced in the direction of the Abyss crack.
The old man's body moved half a step to the edge of the crack, blocking it between Gu Changqing and Abyss.
"Sir, I admit that your Cultivation is superior to mine, but Primordial Beginning Origin Land has been around for thousands of years, and its background is far beyond what you see."
"So?"
"So you should consider whether you really want to break up with Primordial Beginning Origin Land."
Gu Changqing tilted his head. There was an inexplicable casualness in that movement, like the habitual tilt of the head when bargaining with people at a roadside stall.
"Old guy, when you almost poked my apprentice's head through just now, did you think twice about it?"
The corners of the old man's mouth twitched.
"That was your disciple who killed my disciple White Tower first. I was just retaliating with tooth."
"White Tower? Is that Immortal Emperor Dharma Form who was chopped into pieces by Yang Jian?"
"Exactly."
"You said that thing yourself, it was transformed from a wisp of Magic Power that you separated. When did you become your disciple?"
The old man choked.
Indeed, just now he spoke quickly, saying that White Tower was a useless disciple who was killed just in time to recycle Magic Power, and now he used White Tower's death as an excuse, which is inconsistent.
Gu Changqing didn't give him a chance to speak his truth, so he took another step forward.
Taking this step, the old man's knees bent again.
His face finally couldn't hold it anymore, the dry skin was as stretched as cracked bark, and his lips moved twice before he managed to squeeze out a sentence.
"Who are you, Your Majesty?"
The voice was not loud, but every word was trembling.
Gu Changqing stopped.
There is only less than fifty feet between the two people. In the Sacrificial Dao Realm's scale, this distance is equivalent to being close to each other.
"Ho Fangsheng, this is the second time you've asked me this question."
"Because I really can't see through you."
In the old man's cloudy eyes, the layer of indifference that had been disguised for countless ages finally shattered, revealing the most primitive thing underneath.
fear.
A strong Sacrificial Dao Realm who had lived for tens of millions of years stood in front of Gu Changqing, with fear written in his eyes.
"Sacrificial Dao Realm Peak, I think I can't find many opponents in the entire the Firmament Realm, but when you stand here, I can't even tell which level your aura belongs to."
Gu Changqing did not answer the call.
He glanced down at his old white-washed robe, as if he was checking whether he had put on the wrong clothes when he went out.
"What the hell are you Cultivation? How could you possibly break through from Sacrificial Dao Mid-Stage in such a short period of time? Heavenly Dao of the Firmament Realm does not allow for such a speed jump unless you are not bound by Heavenly Dao at all."
The old man poured out a series of questions, his voice getting louder and shriller.
"You are not from the Firmament Realm, right? Which era are you from? What is your relationship with Pangu? Where did you get the fragment in your hand?"
Gu Changqing blinked after listening.
"Are you done asking?"
The old man's mouth was closed.
"Then let me ask you something." Gu Changqing raised his finger and pointed in the direction of Yang Jian, "How are you going to compensate for the hole you poked in my apprentice's forehead?"
The old man's face turned blue and white.
"Excuse me? You are joking. With your Cultivation, you can heal that little injury with just a snap of your fingers."
"I'm not talking about injuries."
Gu Changqing took his hands back and inserted them into his sleeves. His voice was lazy, but every word fell like a nail in the old man's ears.
"What I'm talking about is, you touched Temple's people, how do you calculate this account?"
The old man was silent.
In the distance, Tongtian supported Qingping Sword and was listening to the conversation between the two without interrupting.
Nezha was squatting on a piece of Stars, with Fire-Tipped Spear lying across his knees. His right arm had not yet been reattached, but the anxiety on his face had disappeared and was replaced by an expression of watching a show.
Yin Jiao drove Chaos Ancestral Dragon and stopped in mid-air, with the flag on the dragon's back. Twenty Million Army lined up behind him, as quiet as a black sea.
Everyone is looking at Gu Changqing's back.
That back is not tall, not straight, and even a bit hunched.
But just with this figure standing there, an old monster Sacrificial Dao Realm was forced to the side of Abyss, unable to move forward or retreat.
The old man's hands were clenched tightly in his sleeves, and then loosened.
"What do you want, Your Excellency?"
Gu Changqing turned his head and looked at the Abyss crack.
The two breaths below are still sleeping, but the breathing frequency has changed, a little faster than before.
Not waking up naturally.
Was woken up.
"I said, wake up the two at the bottom first."
"Then what?"
Gu Changqing faced the old man again, and the corners of his mouth moved, but the arc had nothing to do with a smile.
"Then you three will die together."