Black robe?

The white-bearded old man's pupils trembled slightly, then shrank suddenly.

Isn’t Hua Wujue wearing a black robe?

What the hell is going on?!

Why can that [Yakuza] predict what is happening now!

This is impossible...

This is absolutely impossible...

The white-bearded old man muttered absentmindedly in his heart, he covered his head in pain, as the master of the long river of time, why is it that all of this seems to have been erased without a trace?

The long river of time flows slowly.

All the events from ancient times to the present are included in it.

He thinks he knows everything in the world, but he doesn't know that he is also flawed.

He who controls time is controlled by others.

What happened to the fragmented memories and missing time?

The white-bearded old man's chest heaved violently, his eyes widened and bloodshot, and words kept bursting out from his chest: "Everything is fake, everything is fake!"

"My memory is not confused."

"No, 놖's memory has been torn apart!"

"No, he's dead!"

"No, you're not dead yet!"

The sudden change made everyone present turn their attention over.

Meng Xiaoying was even more shocked:

"Master Bai, what's wrong with you?"

While shouting, he went over and supported the white-bearded old man who looked like a madman.

Xiao Tong's fingers trembled slightly, he pursed his lips, and a very sad emotion emerged in his eyes.

He seemed to know something.

After Xu Changliang's body remained silent for a long time after entering the hall, it finally took its first action.

His eyes were cold and sharp.

He took a step forward, knocked the white-bearded old man unconscious with the back of his hand, then immediately bit his finger and carved a precise and complex rune in the air.

The runes transformed from blood quickly merged into the white-bearded old man.

Accompanied by the sound of melting ice and snow.

Balls of black air quickly burst out from the white-bearded old man's body, gathered together, and then immediately turned into a grinning face.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

“Hahahaha!”

"You are already late."

"【Yakuza】The order from the master is completed!"

Xu Changliang snorted coldly, his eyes showing murderous intent: "You idiot, get out of here!"

As the words fell.

A golden dragon roared, and its huge dragon head bit forward fiercely. The black air immediately dissipated, and the palace became silent in an instant.

That is…

The Nine-Revolution Golden Dragon of Emperor Xu Changliang!

“…”

Although the black gas had dissipated, the old man with white beard was still in a coma.

Meng Xiaoying continued to call the white-bearded old man.

Xu Changliang's body, Hua Wujue, and the current Yuanhuang who was fighting against a foreign prince were all silent.

In this atmosphere.

Xiao Tong, however, stepped forward step by step, tenderly took the white-bearded old man from Meng Xiaoying's arms, with a rare sadness in his eyes.

"Old White..."

"Do you remember our agreement?"

"You said you would accompany the elder."

"We agreed on this, how can you... break the agreement?"

Tears welled up in the boy's eyes and dripped onto the white-bearded old man's face.

Xu Changliang looked very unhappy and his fists were clenched so tightly that they made crackling sounds.

Hua Wujue's face was calm, but deep in his eyes, there was a coldness like a deep abyss, chilling one to the bone.

They were tricked.

Meng Xiaoying stamped her feet anxiously:

"What is going on?"

"What happened to Grandpa Bai?!"

"You all should speak up!"

Meng Xiaoying's face was pale, and there was a hint of sadness in her words.

She is aware.

It is very likely that something bad has happened.

"He, like all the people of the Abyss, has fallen into the realm of the spirit."

Yuan Huang sighed lightly, took a golden candle and lit it. Along with the faint candlelight, the flame danced.

The white-bearded old man moved his fingers, then sat up straight with some difficulty, opened his eyes and looked around blankly, then said, "What's wrong with you?"

"Did you fall asleep just now?"

The white-bearded old man looked at the boy suspiciously. This was an old problem of his. He clearly wanted to leave the long river of time. If time went by, this would not happen.

It's no big deal.

The boy looked at him without saying a word. He put him down, stood up, walked to the palace gate, opened it, and went out.

Leave a back view for everyone.

“…”

The white-bearded old man frowned, and he realized that something seemed to have happened.

But I can't be completely sure.

So he turned around and asked Meng Xiaoying:

"Xiaoying, what's going on?"

Meng Xiaoying was a little confused and didn't know how to answer, but suddenly she looked into Yuanhuang's eyes, and his cold eyes seemed to be telling her.

Don't say.

Xu Changliang and Hua Wujue were silent.

Meng Xiaoying pursed her lips, tried her best to smile, and said calmly as usual:

"It's because you suddenly fainted that everyone was worried for nothing!"

"Really, Grandpa Bai, what's wrong with you? Didn't you sleep well last night?"

The white-bearded old man was stunned for a moment, then immediately smiled. It seemed that it was indeed because of his old illness that had just come back.

"Haha, you're too old, it's okay, I won't do that again in the future."

"Um…"

"Okay, everyone. We will have a detailed discussion with this fellow Taoist in black robes. Please wait outside the hall first."

Emperor Yuan's voice came.

The white-bearded old man took a look, and although he still felt something was wrong, he knew that what happened next was not something he could interfere with.

Hua Wujue and Yuanhuang…

But he always felt like he had forgotten something.

The old man with white beard had completely forgotten what happened just now.

I don't even remember the weird talk just now.

They went out together.

The palace suddenly became empty.

Apart from the golden candles that were flickering with a faint light, there was nothing else on and off the stage.

A black robe with no feeling.

The light veil brushed against the emperor's face.

The flowers have bloomed:

"You know this."

The sudden question is like a mystery, but everyone knows it.

Emperor Yuan shook his head, took back the golden candle he had just lit, pointed at the candlelight and said:

"You can see that these golden candles have been burning for countless years."

"The halo is marked with a yellow mark."

"But look at this one."

"The halo is dark yellow, obviously it has been through a long period of time... to continue life."

When he said this, there was a deep meaning in Yuan Huang's eyes.

Who helped the white-bearded old man to extend his life? You know, the more powerful a being is, the greater the price he has to pay to extend his life.

This is like using your own life as fuel to add fuel to another burning pile.

"I didn't know that the master of the Long River of Time had also been attacked by the King of Dongchuan."

"As for [Yeti], our deal is limited to recovering the souls of those in the Abyss."