"Who is your excellency? Is it life or death?"


    Zuo lengchan asked, seemingly calm on the surface, but full of vigilance in the heart.


    The other side is a big monk in Dongtian territory with mysterious origin. If you despise a big monk in Dongtian territory, you will overestimate your strength and kill yourself.


    Even if he is the inner door elder of Lingxiao sword Pavilion, and even if Lingxiao sword pavilion has a strong foundation and experts like clouds, Zuo lengchan dare not be presumptuous at the moment.


    After all, this is not the xuanhuang world, nor the Lingxiao sword Pavilion. No matter how conceited he is, no matter how despised this small sword temple, he dare not joke about his family and life.


    "Is this man... Really a monk in the cave?"


    The eyes of the leaders of all parties are changeable. With their cultivation and eyesight, they can''t even see through the old and empty reality, let alone what kind of face is hidden under the hat.


    Only one thing is certain. He seems to have practiced some kind of evil arts of the evil family, and his body emits a faint dead breath.


    There are tens of thousands of monks in the world, and there are all kinds of cultivation skills, and it is extremely terrible for a monk who practices dead Qi to achieve a very high level of cultivation.


    "Is this Yang Xuan''s protector?"


    "There can be no mistake. If this person hadn''t made a move that day and imprisoned the release of the heavenly demon emperor in his own cave, the release of the heavenly demon emperor might not die in the end."


    "As strong as the war king, Yi boundless can only release the years when the demon emperor suppressed for thousands of years, but can''t completely kill. It can be seen how powerful this person''s strength is."


    In the distance, many experts from Shenwu mainland are also feeling. One by one, they all focus on old Ming. I don''t know his origin.


    Old Ming stood with his hands on his back as if there were no one else. He casually pointed to Yang Xuan next to him and said to Zuo lengchan. "It doesn''t matter who I am. You just need to know that I am his protector."


    After a pause, he said, "as for me, of course I''ve already died."


    "I''ve already died. Why..."


    Zuo lengchan was stunned. He finally saw something and changed his color and said, "I know. Your excellency is... A corpse puppet with a cave in heaven."


    In the xuanhuang world, there was a great sect of corpse refining. All the people of this sect practiced the evil corpse refining technique and refined more than a million corpse puppets.


    Corpse puppets, also known as puppets, are the most powerful and terrible puppets in the world. Their strength is even stronger than before, which is very difficult to deal with.


    In those days, the corpse refining sect ran rampant by relying on millions of corpse puppets to bring disaster to the world and stir up the whole xuanhuang world.


    As a monk in the xuanhuang world, Zuo lengchan participated in the battle between the righteous monk and the corpse puppet army, which took nearly a century, so he had a certain understanding of the corpse puppet.


    However, most of the corpse puppets refined by the corpse refining school had only the cultivation below the emperor. Even if there were corpse puppets comparable to the emperor or stronger than the emperor, they were very rare.


    It can be said that the more powerful the corpse puppet is, the more difficult it is to refine it.


    The appearance of a corpse puppet in the cave is not tolerated by the heavenly way. It may be robbed by the heavenly way at any time and completely annihilated by flying ash.


    "Yes, I am a corpse puppet."


    Old Ming nodded, as if he didn''t care about his identity.


    He is a dead man. He has died for tens of millions of years. His body has long been rotten and dilapidated. Although he has obtained the power of almost immortality, he has also lost the fun of being a living man.


    "Most corpse puppets are mentally handicapped and only know how to kill, but your excellency seems different, which is really curious."


    Zuo lengchan''s eyes flickered. The corpse puppet, in essence, could not be regarded as a man, but a man-made killing tool, almost devoid of human nature.


    But Ming Lao''s words and deeds are completely unlike a corpse puppet without feelings. A corpse puppet can''t talk to him and speak freely like a person.


    If he had not seen this scene with his own eyes, Zuo lengchan would not believe it at all.


    "This is the credit of my Lord. Even if I became a corpse puppet, I also kept some of my memories."


    "I wonder where your master is sacred?"


    "Don''t ask, you''re not qualified to know."


    "Let''s change the question. Why do you want to stay here and be his protector?"


    "This is my Lord''s order. I can''t disobey it. Of course, I didn''t want to disobey it. To tell the truth, it''s the right thing for me to protect the way and watch him grow up all the way."


    After a word, old Ming said again, "leave the imperial spirit. I can promise not to embarrass you."


    "Sir, is this a threat to me?"


    "There is no threat, just a piece of advice. Even if I don''t fight, you are by no means Yang Xuan''s opponent. His real strength is even far above me."


    "It''s impossible."


    Zuo lengchan was not calm. Although he saw that Yang Xuan was very powerful, he could never be stronger than a cave realm expert, which didn''t make sense.


    "This man doesn''t seem to be lying. Does he really have the strength to surpass Dongtian and equal the power of Tao?"


    After the cave, there is Huadao. On top of it, it is extraordinary. A strong person in Huadao is rare in the whole xuanhuang world.


    The leaders of all parties turned their thoughts and looked at Yang Xuan. They all felt that the boy could not be so strong.


    A young man who seizes heaven, even if his accomplishments are only one step away from the imperial realm, he is still just a monk who seizes heaven. No matter how strong his strength is, he must have a limit and can''t exceed his accomplishments.


    "Believe it or not, I have said everything I should say. It depends on how you make a choice next."


    The voice was still there. Old Ming disappeared. No one knew where he had gone except Yang Xuan.


    Zuo lengchan was slightly stunned, then looked at Yang Xuan, and his face was cloudy and sunny.


    "Choose whether you want to die or live?"


    Yang Xuan put his hands around his chest and looked at Zuo lengchan with a smile. If Zuo lengchan didn''t want to give up his imperial spirit, he didn''t mind giving the old guy a ride for free.


    Zuo lengchan was angry and angry, and there was a trace of fear in his heart. After half a ring, he seemed to have made some decision, clenched his teeth and said, "this time, I recognize the plant, young generation, the emperor can give you, but you have to promise to let me go."


    With that, the whole person seemed a little old.


    What a shame!


    As an emperor, he couldn''t afford to lose his face. He wanted to find a seam and drill in immediately.


    "Yes, I didn''t want to kill you."


    Yang xuandao.


    "Why? You have the strength to kill me."


    Although he doesn''t think Yang Xuan''s strength can be comparable to the power of Tao, Zuo lengchan doesn''t think he can compete with the young man in front of him. Once the war starts, he must die in the end.