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Layer after layer of Taoist temple shadows were sucked into the galaxy, and the old man's breath was visibly declining, as if every time he absorbed a Taoist temple, it would consume a layer of his vitality.

However, Taoist temples are endless.

However, his chances of survival were running out.

Yelu Mingjing was hesitating. If he waited a little longer, until the opponent was exhausted, he would only need to strike with a light sword.

But he didn't dare to wait. He broke three heavenly treasures by himself. Who dared to say that he didn't have the strength to give himself another shocking blow?

Go or wait?

Yelu Mingjing will not wait.

He had never been a gambler, so he left very happily.

The old man is dead. He only needs to delay for a few days and then come back, and no one in the academy will be able to leave.

His purpose has been achieved.

In just a few days, even if Zhao Yushu is a god, it is impossible for him to reach the inner realm. He poses no threat to himself.

The remaining disciples of the academy will definitely try every means to deal with me. They will call their friends, spend all their money, and seek revenge on me at all costs.

But it doesn’t matter, I’m not alone.

There is never a shortage of experts in the underworld.

The Right Envoy was deposed by the old man, but he still had the Left Envoy and Yan Hui, and at least five capable inner guards under his command.

And I still have those two people.

It's just a few days. Since you want a decisive battle, then let's decide the outcome in one battle. Kill all those who may oppose you and make them into blood pills.

The old man is dead, and it's time for you to go and accompany him.

Yelu Mingjing turned into a stream of light and flew straight to the west.

With a click, a small wooden house flew up from the ground and fell into the galaxy with a slight shattering sound.

All the heavens are broken.

The old man let out a long breath, forced a smile, and waved at Li Li.

"Silly girl, why don't you help me?"

Li Li helped the old man slowly descend from the eaves and landed next to Zhao Yushu. Zhang Tianshi came over and seemed to want to say something but stopped himself several times.

"Niubizi, I'll remember your kindness."

"That's not what I wanted to say."

"It doesn't matter. Just wait a moment. I'll call this silly boy back first."

The old man sat cross-legged on the ground, motioning Li Li to help Zhao Yushu up, and an old finger trembled and slowly pointed over.

Zhao Yushu slowly opened his eyes.

What caught my eye was an old man with so little hair that he looked like he could fit into the Great Compassion Temple, and next to him was the second senior sister who was as beautiful as a flower but crying like a pear blossom in the rain.

Well, she probably thought I was dead. Senior sister still cares about me a lot.

But the teacher is here, so what is there to be afraid of?

Zhao Yushu grinned, wanting to use his expertise to make a joke to ease the atmosphere, but suddenly realized something was wrong.

The old man was not in a good state, and the expression of Zhang Tianshi next to him was not right either.

"Teacher, where is Yelu Mingjing?"

"Ran."

"Then you?"

"I can't die for the time being."

Just as Zhao Yushu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the old man chuckled and said, "He can probably live for three or four days."

Zhang Tianshi let out a long sigh, turned around and left with his hands behind his back, standing alone in the yard with his head raised up at the sky.

Zhao Yushu was dumbfounded.

"Did Yelu Mingjing do it?"

The old man grinned and said, "How could he have done that? But, it can be considered as his doing. Three heavenly treasures, it is indeed powerful. Hey, but still not as powerful as me."

The old man pointed to his stomach and laughed: "I swallowed it all!"

Zhao Yushu burst out laughing, tears streaming down his cheeks.

What kind of person is the old man? Although these three heavenly treasures are powerful, they can only trap people at most. How could they beat the old man and leave him with only three or four days to live?

If the old man is willing to delay, it is unknown whether these three treasures can have a chance to trap him.

He did it voluntarily. There were very few reasons that could make him do it voluntarily, and he was one of them.

Zhao Yushu lowered his head, knelt in front of the old man, and burst into tears.

The old man had been number one in the world for half his entire life. After reaching the top, he had only been in danger twice, and each time it was because of himself.

"I am the disaster star."

With a snap, Zhao Yushu covered his face and raised his head in disbelief.

"Ahem, waste!"

The old man started coughing violently, his face turned red, his right hand was trembling, but he still maintained the gesture of fanning someone.

"Who dares to say that my disciple is a disaster? Even if you are, so what? Just because he is a little stupid or does something wrong, he deserves death? That damn Yelu Mingjing should have died a thousand times! I deserve to die too. Hey, I am fucking going to die, Ali!"

"Teacher, I'm here!"

Ali was frightened by the old man's slap. Since she could remember, the old man had hit her many times, but he had basically hit outsiders. There was only one time when he had actually hit his own apprentice, and that was when Gu Changfeng was about to get married and his bad habits were hard to change, so he was hit.

Oh, twice now.

"Notify the boss and return to the academy immediately. Yelu Mingjing is waiting for my death. After I die, his target will most likely be the academy."

The old man took out a bamboo flute from his arms and handed it to Li Li, waving his hand.

"Yes!"

Li Li rushed onto the roof in one step and began to play the bamboo flute. The melody was strange and the pitch changes were chaotic. Along with the sound of the flute, an invisible spiritual power swept towards the west.

"Sixth!"

"I'm here."

"Don't think too much. I'm already over 90 years old. I've played around for most of my life. I've eaten what I should have eaten, drank what I should have drunk, killed those I didn't like and beat those I couldn't kill. This is enough for my life."

"Besides, I have accepted several good apprentices."

The old man smiled and reached out to touch Zhao Yushu's head.

"If I hadn't been soft-hearted back then, there wouldn't be so many things happening today."

The old man sighed and looked towards the horizon.

"I bought you three days."

"Teacher, what can I do in three days? I, I only have the seventh level."

"If it had been anyone else in this world, the three days would have been meaningless, but luckily it was you."

The old man made a casual move, and the black sword he had snatched from Yelu Mingjing fell in front of Zhao Yushu.

"It was meant to be yours."

The sun rose and Zhao Yushu walked out of the Taoist temple.

The old man and the others are still in there, but he has to come out.

Zhao Yushu held the black sword in his hand, and countless scenes alternated in his eyes.

With every step he took, the scene would change anew, and his spiritual power would burst out like a flood.

As he expected, Assassin has returned, the course of history has been corrected by himself, and everything is on track.

The so-called future has infinite possibilities, but every step you take only has the possibility of this step.

Zhao Yushu kept walking, passing through the streets and alleys, past the crowds of people and cars, and finally stopped in front of a house.

Imperial Prefecture.

The scene in his eyes stopped changing, and only an old figure remained.

Zhao Yushu pushed open the door and looked at the group of monks who were facing a formidable enemy with a cold expression.

"Hand over Mr. Ge."