Hearing the sound.
The Qing Niu stopped its punches and halted.
Suddenly, an elder in a gray-white Taoist robe, with a lean build, graying hair, calm visage, and holding a horsetail whisk, walked over step by step.
The elder gently waved the horsetail whisk in his hand.
A dazzling golden light shot out, lifting the falling Yang Luo upwards, slowly ascending.
At this moment, Yang Luo had completely lost consciousness, his breath incredibly weak.
Qing Niu voiced, "Daoist Ancestor, this kid is just a Demon, with a murderous aura overwhelming. Why not let me eliminate him!"
The elder stared at Yang Luo for a while, then sighed gently, saying, "This boy's mind has suffered a blow, hence his madness.
Besides, I always feel his aura seems familiar..."
"His aura seems familiar?"
Qing Niu was taken aback, asking, "Daoist Ancestor, could it be you know this kid?"
The elder shook his head, saying, "I have never seen this kid before, just feel his aura is somewhat familiar."
