The Great Talisman

Yang Sanyang and his ancestor stood on the mountain peak of Dao Yuan, raised their heads and looked into the distance. The two of them remained silent, just waiting for Dao Yuan to wake up.

Yang Sanyang did not ask about Daoyuan's past, because he knew that he would not say even if he asked the Patriarch.

The Patriarch had made up his mind to cut off the relationship between him and Dao Yuan, and he didn't want too much involvement between the two.

"When will you cross the catastrophe?" Finally, the ancestor spoke and asked.

Yang Sanyang raised his head and looked at the sky, with a golden thread flowing in his eyes: "After killing the catastrophe, if the catastrophe is crossed, the number of catastrophes will be much stronger than in the past. It will take some time to wait. This matter is not urgent."

The ancestor heard this and said no more, there is an innate treasure entrusted with the law, if he can't survive the catastrophe, all the monks in the wild world should die under the catastrophe.

In fact, Yang Sanyang had no bottom in his heart. Although he had eliminated a part of the power of killing and tribulation by refining the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, he had gained some merits. But after all, there is a ghost in his heart, for fear of being liquidated by God, I intend to slow down, and the calamity between the world and the earth will dissipate and it will be better to cross the calamity.

The Patriarch didn't say much, time was passing by quietly, and three months had passed without knowing it.

On this day, Dao Yuan in his sleep suddenly woke up from snorting, his crying stopped abruptly, and then he raised his head and looked at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance, his expression full of trance.

One hundred thousand years is like a dream!

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Brother!"

Daoyuan stood up and gave a respectful salute. The person was still that person, but he was different from the beginning.

Without the original playfulness and liveliness, there is more solemn anger and sadness, and the sorrowful spirit of the whole body is endless.

Anyone who saw her at the first glance would feel that there must be a tearful story hidden in the woman's heart.

"Oh, it's good if you can wake up! You really wake up now, and the Avenue of Heavenly Immortals is right in front of you," Patriarch said with a smile.

"The disciples have not accumulated enough merits, and are about to go down the mountain to accumulate merits. As soon as possible, they will prove to be the Avenue of Heavenly Immortals." Dao Yuan worshiped again after hearing this.

The ancestor nodded when he heard the words, and agreed with Daoyuan's words: "Let's go and rest! Now that the tribulation of the gods and demons is over, I don't know how many deaths and injuries, it is a good time to accumulate good works."

Speaking of this, the Patriarch's words paused: "It's just that your fate with morality and justice is exhausted, and you must not force it. You must not go to the Qilin clan on this trip, otherwise it will cause a catastrophic disaster. I am afraid that you will be cultivated for a hundred thousand years. As running water, it will be too late to regret."

Daoyuan was silent for a while, and then he saluted again: "So, the disciple knows!"

"Go ahead" Patriarch nodded.

Dao Yuan stood up, then looked at Yang Sanyang, smiled at Yang Sanyang, and the smile was blooming in an instant, and the spring blossoms.

"Thank you, Junior Brother!" Dao Yuan bowed to Yang Sanyang, and he stubbornly refused to get up.

"Senior Sister and I are bound to enter the Dao, so the practice of the younger brother is nothing! Just let it go!" Yang Sanyang hurriedly stepped forward to help Dao Yuan, looking at the worried eyes, it seemed that there were thousands of emotions hidden. , I still want to talk.

"Junior, don’t worry!" Daoyuan patted Yang Sanyang’s head, and a touch of emotion appeared in his eyes: "Junior, remember, you never owe me anything! On the contrary, it is me. It is you who owe you to the three disasters. I owe you. too much."

Yang Sanyang shook his head: "Between you and me, it's impossible to talk about who owes whom! With the entanglement between us, how can a word ‘ow’ be made clear?"

Dao Yuan pursed his lips, didn't say much, then saluted the two again, turned and walked down the mountain.

Looking at the distant back of Dao Yuan, Yang Sanyang's expression gradually became gloomy: "The Patriarch shouldn't ask Senior Sister to go down the mountain. The Senior Sister's descent, I am afraid that it will cause a turmoil, and Fang Cunshan in my Lingtai will be involved in the calamity again. This great Lingshan holy realm has to change ownership and let others go."

"The number of days is like this! The Qilin clan is so powerful!" The Patriarch smiled bitterly: "Even if there is no dao fate, they will find other excuses."

Days?

What is the number of days?

What is destined to happen cannot be changed at all.

It's like Yang Sanyang couldn't prevent Daoyuan from going down the mountain, and couldn't prevent Daoyuan from going to the Qilin clan, asking for an explanation for his 100,000-year relationship.

Dao's destiny will only involve cause and effect, and then give the other party an excuse to annex Fang Cunshan of the Lingtai.

The Patriarch knew, but he didn't stop it!

The Patriarch could not prevent Dao Yuan from going down the mountain!

If one wants to go down the mountain, there is always a way.

"She has just walked out of the past. If I really leave her in the mountain forcibly, I'm afraid it will aggravate her heart disease!" The Patriarch sighed helplessly: "The whole person will be ruined by then! Now she takes the initiative to go down the mountain and should be killed. There is not necessarily no room for hope for maneuver."

Hearing this, Yang Sanyang shook his head, what is the calamity?

What is definite?

If it can be resolved, it is not a definite number!

Under the intertwined cause and effect, it is destined!

After all, Yang Sanyang couldn't help being curious: "Master, what did Senior Sister go through back then?"

The Patriarch was silent, but he sighed and turned away.

The ancestor could see that it was the Kirin tribe who was behind the calculations, and if he wanted to borrow the aura of Dao Yuan, he must know more than he thought!

The aura is seized, this is the cause and effect of Dao Yuan and the Qilin clan, and the Patriarch cannot intervene to stop it!

"I only hope that morality will take care of one hundred thousand years of friendship..."

If Dao Yuan is not prevented from going down the mountain, Yang Sanyang is not selfish in his heart.

Only when Dao Yuan and morality are completely broken, will he have such a chance! Although he has practiced "The Great One Chapter", but after all, he only played down his emotions and dispelled obsessions, instead of actually cultivating himself into a feelingless robot!

If there was no chance before, it would be fine, and let it go naturally. Now that I have the opportunity, I picked it up naturally, and conformed to nature, only then was too high.

Between doing something and doing nothing, is the true meaning.

If he really just cut off the affection just to cut off the affection, then he is inferior!

Follow your heart, follow your heart between the pros and cons!

Whether it's fluent or inverse, I accept it! But I will not be persistent!

This is the true meaning of Taishang Wangqing!

It's good to be successful, but it doesn't matter if it fails. No resentment, no anger, no annoyance, no hatred!

With Dao Yuan gone, Yang Sanyang still has to practice, live, and think about how to deal with the coming calamity.

Since Dao Fate came out of the mountain, the calamity of Fangcun Mountain in Lingtai was unavoidable, and it was necessary to deal with it early and find a way to break the calamity.

"Say through the typhoon first!"

Yang Sanyang walked towards his mountain peak, he suddenly thought of Dingfengzhu, and a weird smile appeared in his eyes: "Kirin tribe, it's really good, bless me day and night, but he is really a good person."

Yang Sanyang has a good sense of Qilin King. A true God of Da Luo prays for himself day and night to provide the power of faith. What kind of luck is this?

"The Demon Ancestor is a good person! King Qilin is also a good person!" Yang Sanyang returned to the mountain and then came to the Houshan wine cellar, suddenly his eyes stopped: "Where is the wine?"

This wine cellar is carefully designed, with various prohibitions, just to use the power of the earth to nurture the treasures in the wine cellar, but now the wine in the wine cellar is reduced by half?

Thief!

Yang Sanyang gritted his teeth with hatred: "It's impossible, I planted the power of forbidden law, even Tong'er and Patriarch cannot sense where my wine cellar is."

Yang Sanyang's entire face was bad for a moment, and he walked out of the wine cellar with a gloomy expression and came to the front hall. Bai Ze was playing chess with Fuxi.

As if feeling the suppressed atmosphere around Yang Sanyang, Bai Ze raised his head curiously: "What's the matter? Then Dao Yuan ignored you?"

How else do you say that Bai Ze owes you!

Can you talk like this?

Can't talk this day!

"A thief in the mountains!" Yang Sanyang gritted his teeth with hatred.

"A thief?" Bai Ze was taken aback, and Fuxi, you see me and I see you, and then Fuxi said in surprise: "Senior brother, did you lose any treasure?"

"My secret wine cellar in the back mountain was stolen!" Yang Sanyang was itching with hatred: "It is impossible to say! It is impossible for anyone to discover my prohibition! Have you found anything strange in the mountains? What weird person did you meet?"

Bai Ze shook his head when he heard this. Fuxi stared at them with big eyes. Yang Sanyang felt a little annoyed when they looked at the dumbfounded look of the two: "Where is Styx?"

"This kid went out early in the morning, and he doesn't know what the sneaky is doing, he seems to be messing around in the back mountain!" Fu Xi said unhurriedly.

Yang Sanyang was a little worried. Those two swords should be slain. They are extremely dangerous and difficult to refining. Styx is not the master of the swords, and a little carelessness will cause big trouble. It's not good to hurt your life.

With a thought in his heart, Yang Sanyang walked towards the back mountain, and before he got even closer, he smelled the faint fragrance of wine in the void.

Smelling the fragrance of wine between his mouth and nose, Yang Sanyang moved his nose, and then ran towards the fragrance of wine, hearing a cry from a distance.

Is there a cry in the back mountain?

Yang Sanyang slowed down, covered his trail, walked out slowly, and then he couldn't help but stop, staring at the figure, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Wearing a dazzling red robe, the original meticulous attire was stained with viscous wine ointment.

At this time, Styx embraced both swords, swallowed wine ointment in his mouth, and sipped continuously.

Sometimes stroking the sword and crying bitterly, but there is a long smile, which is unspeakable.

"Drunk!" Yang Sanyang looked at the Styx in front of him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and couldn't help sighing.

No wonder the wine he had hidden so secretly was stolen. If it were Styx, he would not be surprised that the other party could do this.

He knew at first sight when he saw Styx that it was a little carrot head with a story. The murderous intent was earth-shattering, and the indifference that no stranger should enter is engraved in his bones.

That murderous intent, even Fuxi and Nuwa didn't want to stay with him too much!

He had never seen the murderous intent that was almost condensed into substance, even if it was in the Demon Ancestor.

This is a young man with a story, a story that cannot bear to look back!

"Inexplicably, I always feel that he is a little pitiful!" Yang Sanyang touched his chin, and Styx was indeed very pitiful at this time.

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