While ye Jingyu and xuanyuanjing were fighting, Bing Ming, who had fled to the southwest, was stopped by a gray figure.

he was an old man with white hair and wrinkled face. He was bent, as if he could be buried in a coffin at any time.

this is an old man who is about to enter the woods, but he makes Bingming dare not move a bit. What can make a martial Saint dare not move is absolutely a terrible existence

"I don't know what to stop you, elder!" Ice Ming quietly stood in place, looking at the old man standing not far away hunched, said with a little...