The white-haired old man let out a long sigh, and said with empty eyes: "I lost, you can get this inheritance."
He is like a puppet without a soul, as long as someone can defeat him, he can get a reward.
After finishing speaking, a ball of light appeared from the fingertips of the white-haired old man, and touched the center of Lu Yu's eyebrows.
Immediately, a flood of memories flooded Lu Yu's mind.
This is a set of extremely mysterious formations. If it is placed outside, it is enough to become the untold secret of the Holy Land.
It's just Lu Yu's expression, but there is no joy at all. Instead, he looks at the white-haired old man strangely.
"Cultivate with heart, I hope you don't waste this inheritance." The white-haired old man said lightly.
After finishing speaking, a thick mist continued to envelope the surrounding area.
As if to drive Lu Yu away.
And the figure of the white-haired old man gradually became distant and blurred in the white mist.
Lu Yu looked at all this, and suddenly said: "Zhuang Siwei, why did you come here?"
Lu Yu's clear voice echoed throughout the valley.
The dense fog that had originally shrouded it suddenly stopped at this moment, and then all of it receded.
The figure of the white-haired old man reappeared again, and he stared at Lu Yu: "Who are you!"
Lu Yu looked at the appearance of the white-haired old man, and he sighed after a long time: "I didn't expect you to die after Luoyuepo said goodbye. Who killed you?"
Hearing Lu Yu's words, an expression of disbelief finally appeared on the always calm face of the white-haired old man.
He murmured: "Impossible, haven't you been"
"I was not killed by Zhao Tianyin, on the contrary, he has been devoured by me." Lu Yu directly displayed his magic image.
Holding the magic weapon in his hands, the phantom of the god of the underworld stands behind Lu Yu, majestic and solemn, which makes people shudder.
Seeing the phantom of the underworld god, the white-haired old man finally said tremblingly: "Master Youming, you are not dead!"
The white-haired old man in front of him was an acquaintance of Lu Yu in his previous life.
This person's name is Zhuang Siwei, and his Taoist name is Beiming.
Back then, when Lu Yu had not become a Taoist monarch, he once explored a secret place with a group of monks.
Unexpectedly, the secret environment was full of dangers, and in the end only Lu Yu and Zhuang Siwei survived by luck.
Later, the two said goodbye, and Lu Yu went to the Netherworld, where he finally became a Taoist monarch, and the two never saw each other again.
When Lu Yu first heard the name of Patriarch Beiming, he thought it was the same name, because there are too many things with the same name.
After seeing the white-haired old man, Lu Yu recognized that this was the Beiming Patriarch he had known.
"Farewell."
Patriarch Beiming suddenly began to tremble violently, turned around and was about to run away.
Lu Yu stopped him: "Don't go, I didn't kill you."
"Are you sure? My inheritance is nothing to you at all. You are a majestic Youming Daojun, and even Emperor Taigan is not your opponent. You can do what you want to do when you come back this time. Old man I didn't offend you, but don't find me."
Patriarch Beiming suddenly thought of something again, and hurriedly said: "Don't worry, I can swear that I will never leak any information about you."
Hearing this way, Lu Yu couldn't help but smiled helplessly.
After so many years, the character of this ancestor Beiming really hasn't changed at all.
Back then, Lu Yu escaped from the secret realm by relying on his strength, but the ancestor of Beiming was as timid as a mouse, and he didn't dare to touch any treasure along the way, but came out safe and sound. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com