The Great Talisman

After an hour of preaching, Yang Sanyang's Buddha's light converged, Fu Xi thoughtfully, and a little bit of innate gossip aura in his eyes. The eighth prince who was fascinated by hearing was involuntarily stunned and asked subconsciously. A cry: "Why don't you talk about it?"

　　 Then he swept across Yang Sanyang's smiling eyes, his eyes turned cold, his head shifted away, his head proudly raised, and he refused to speak.

　　 Yang Sanyang smiled, showing a weird smile. He didn't pay attention to the arrogance and rudeness of the eight princes. He slowly stood up and walked towards the flower garden, continuing to sort out the Ganoderma lucidum in the flower garden.

　　 Looking at Yang Sanyang's back, the eyes of the Eighth Prince became extremely complicated, and there was a touch of disbelief in his eyes. After a long time, he sighed, "It shouldn't be!"

　　 really shouldn't!

　　 shouldn't be like this!

"The other party is only a celestial cultivator. How could he preach such a profound avenue? Even I can only hear it with a little understanding. The avenue is so profound, mysterious, fascinating and fascinating... it is not what he can preach. Father, or demon ancestor, I am afraid..." Then the eighth prince suddenly converged his mind: "Impossible! What kind of cultivation is the father! What kind of realm? Is he comparable to a barbarian? He is nothing but a fairy cultivation. , And dare to compare with the father, or even surpass the father? What's more, the demon ancestor?"

　　 "Impossible! Impossible! I must be thinking too much by myself! I must be thinking too much by myself!" The Eight Prince comforted himself, with a dignified look in his eyes, he couldn't believe it.

　　 He has even subconsciously ignored that he is a giant in the realm of Golden Fairy. How can he be fascinated by a golden fairy preaching the avenue and give birth to such a sense of gain?

　　Because he can't believe it! I didn't believe it at all. How could a savage man preach to himself?

　　 Why?

　　 Why does the other party have such an ability?

　　 But in the previous hour, the avenues that I have harvested are firmly imprinted in the soul, and I can't do it.

　　 All kinds of thoughts flowed in his heart, and he kept sensing what he had heard before, and his heart was a little complicated. I hope that the memories in the soul are hallucinations, and I hope that the preaching gains are true.

　　 In just one hour, it is better than five hundred years to comprehend the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. What a terrifying gain is this?

　　 can't believe it!

unbelievable!

　　 He hopes that his previous harvest is true. After all, the five-hundred-year rule of Heaven is enlightened, saying that the long is not long or the short is not short.

　　 But he hoped it was fake again!

　　What kind of virtue and ability does he have, able to surpass his father, and even better than the demon ancestor?

　　As the son of Zulong, he has the right to go to the Demon Ancestor to listen to the preaching. Although some can't believe it, the intuition in his heart tells him that this person's preaching is worse than the Demon Ancestor.

　　 As for who is better, he can't tell!

　　 is like a primary school student. You can tell him to listen to a lecture by a university professor and a middle school teacher. Can you tell who is at a high level and who is at a low level?

　　 can't it!

　　 I can only say that whoever speaks well may be aware of it!

　　Yang Sanyang left, the Eighth Prince sat there with a tangled expression, staring at Fuxi with big eyes, both silently.

　　 About an hour later, the Eighth Prince couldn't help it after all, and asked: "Does he preach like this on weekdays? Is it so unpredictable?"

　　 Fuxi was stunned when she heard the words, her eyes were full of confusion: "Unpredictable? Is there any?"

　　 "..." Hearing this, the eight prince was speechless, and all the words he wanted to say were blocked.

　　 What else can he say?

　　 "Senior brothers usually preach like this? Is there any problem?" Fuxi stared at the Eight Prince with innocent eyes.

　　 "It's like this on weekdays? Often preaching?" The Eight Prince was a little unbelievable.

　　 is like the shock of the bottom peasants in ancient times when they heard people say that the emperor wanted to eat steamed buns every day!

　　 He was shocked that the emperor could actually eat steamed buns every day! It is not that the emperor has seven plates and eight bowls every day, because that is beyond his imagination.

　　 "I listen to senior brothers preaching on weekdays, and it's just like that. What's worth making a fuss about" Fuxi looks like you are a ‘fussy’, ‘rare and more weird’ country boy, what else can the Eighth Prince say?

　　 can't say anything!

　　 Fuxi glanced at the Eight Prince contemptuously, then turned and left, leaving the Eight Prince sitting there, and began to fall into self-doubt about life.

　　 Are the outside monks so tough?

　　 Any **** can capture the golden god? Whatever a wild road child, the avenue preached is even more profound than the true **** of Da Luo?

　　 I don’t know the world anymore, or is this era really changed? I can't keep up with the trend?

　　 Has the outside world really become so fast?

　　 Eight Princes not only doubted life, but also began to doubt the world.

"Perhaps, being looted here is not necessarily a bad thing. This kind of humanity is profound. If you can preach to me day and night, it will be a great Fukuzawa! How much will my Taoism gain?" He moved his head and touched the golden hoop on his head: "It's just this stuff, but it's not a worry-free thing."

　　 "Is Dao Yuan really dead?" Yang Sanyang stood in the flower garden not far away, and suddenly spoke, awakening the Eighth Prince from his contemplation.

　　 The Eighth Prince lowered his head: "You can't believe it."

　　 "She said that when the phoenix tree blossoms, she will come back!" Yang Sanyang was depressed: "He won't lie to me, let alone miss an appointment."

　　 "When the phoenix tree blossoms, she will come back!" Yang Sanyang murmured.

　　 The eight princes are silent, will the plane tree blossom?

　　 Can you please not tease me?

　　 The congenital phoenix tree has lived for hundreds of millions of years, and has never heard anyone say that it blooms!

　　 The Eighth Prince was silent for fear of irritating him, so he did not dare to say that the death of Dao Yuan had a lot to do with him.

　　 If you can't say it, you can't say it, after all, no one will dislike their long lives!

　　 "As long as I don't see her body for a day, I don't believe that she is dead! She has my blessing, how could she die easily?" Yang Sanyang didn't believe it.

　　 "How did you comprehend such a profound road? How did you preach it?" The Eight Prince decided to change the subject.

　　 "High and deep?" Yang Sanyang raised his eyebrows: "It's normal!"

　　Eight Prince is speechless!

　　 What else can he say?

　　 What else to say?

　　 He decided not to talk to Yang Sanyang, lest he be angry!

　　 Since being tossed that day, the eight princes have been honest, not only have they been honest, but the whole person is full of energy, and after busying in the Yujing Mountain all day, taking care of the Ganoderma lucidum. Weeding the weeds and catching insects, Fuxi was attentively called Fuxi trembling, staring at this loach all day, for fear that he would cause some moths and accidentally cause a big trouble for himself.

　　 Fuxi seems to have a deeper and deeper comprehension of innate gossip. There is already a trace of mystery in his body that has begun to gestate, and the Qi machine gradually condenses into a ball.

　　 Yang Sanyang is weeding the Ganoderma lucidum, and the eight princes circled around Yang Sanyang, showing his magical powers and watering the vegetation. Looking sideways at Yang Sanyang's turbulent face, the eighth prince pleased: "Dao Master, when will I get rid of this golden hoop?"

　　 The taste of golden hoop goes deep into his bones and soul, and he never wants to endure it once.

　　 As for the issue of dignity, dragons naturally have dignity, but it is only relative to the weak. If facing the strong, the dragon clan still maintains the staunchness that would rather die than surrender, and the ancestor dragon would not surrender to the demon ancestor for hundreds of millions of years.

　　The dragon can be big and small, can fly into the Nine Heavens Swordsman Galaxy, and can even hide into the mountains and rivers, such as plants, fish, shrimps, birds, animals, insects and fish.

　　 can bend and stretch, can be big and small, just like a dragon!

　　 Heroes don't suffer from immediate losses, even if they really bow their heads at this time, it is by no means embarrassing.

Later, I went to Jingu to find a way to catch him back to the East China Sea, and preached for myself day and night. When the time comes, my Dao deeds will increase rapidly, and my elder brothers will also be suppressed by myself. Then the dragon clan will be his own world. , The future dragon clan also belongs to its own.

　　 If you can have this person preach for yourself day and night, your own way will increase to an incredible level. As long as your cultivation level rises, isn't your status rising?

　　 "I don't know why the master's level is so low, why the comprehension of the law of heaven and earth is so profound..." The Eight Prince eagerly ran over and watered the fairy grass and Ganoderma lucidum for Yang Sanyang.

"I know what you want to say, and I know what you plan in your heart!" Yang Sanyang glanced at the eighth prince, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "As you wish, I can preach for you and remove the things on your head. The golden hoop is not impossible."

　　 "I don't know what the Lord requires?" The Eight Prince suddenly moved in his heart.

"I can preach for you for an hour every day, until you break through the Taiyi realm and be equal to the third prince. The golden hoop, I can get rid of you, but if you succeed in your studies in the future, you still need to respect me. Fu Zhao. In his new year, if you are in power in the world, you need to respect my Yujingshan law and you must not violate it!" Yang Sanyang casually trimmed the flowers and plants, and then said unhurriedly.

　　 His movements are too calm, and his tone is too slow, so that people can't guess what's in mind.

　　 Hearing this, the eight princes' eyes were stagnant, and he hesitated~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This seems to be a big price!

　　 If he can escape from this place, using the noble and true virtues of the dragon clan, he may not be able to get rid of the restraints.

"Of course, although you paid more, you got more" Yang Sanyang didn't look back, but he seemed to know what the other person was thinking: "I have some friendship with all the saints, and I can promise you that I will ask the saints to do it for you in the future. "

　　 Yang Sanyang sacrificed his own big killer!

　　 "What!" Hearing the words, the eighth prince trembled, and his eyes were filled with amazement: "Sage? Yujing Mountain has something to do with the sage?"

　　 "Of course!" Yang Sanyang said unhurriedly.

　　 The eighth prince trembled, and his voice trembled: "The Taoist said before, ask the saint to do it for me? Xiaolong didn't hear it wrong, did he?"

　　 Yang Sanyang showed a satisfied smile at the corner of his mouth, felt the change in the attitude of the Eight Princes, and was very satisfied with the effect of this big killer.