The Great Talisman

　　 early morning

　　 The sound of Lang Lang's reading spread from the cold wind, and the sound of "Aboci's Buddha Song, and Cola Manna" accompanied by a series of weird howlings, seemed particularly permeating.

　　 The group of beasts fighting for food not far away heard the voice of Lang Lang, and couldn't help showing a touch of surprise in their eyes, and then continued to bow their heads to fight for food.

　　 Time is long, and another month has passed silently

　　 exhale~inhale~

　　 exhale~inhale~

　　 Yang Sanyang stood at the entrance of the cave, inhaling hard towards the sun on the horizon.

　　 "I said, you stupid little barbarian, what north winds do you **** against the sun all day?"

　　 An old-fashioned word rang from behind.

　　 "I'm absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, you don't understand..."

Yang Sanyang subconsciously replied, and then stopped abruptly in the middle of the speech, his movements stopped, his body was trembling slightly, he turned around in disbelief, his eyes fixed on the white beast: "You can understand I talk?"

"Also, what's so strange about understanding what you are saying, although your words are weird, but I have listened to him for a month, how come I don’t understand? Anyway, I’m innately sacred, sir?" Bai Ze leaned against the stone cave. On the wall, he stood up holding his hoofs, shaking his thighs, his eyes were full of triumph, and he showed an expression of'not surprised or surprised'.

　　 Yang Sanyang looked at Bai Ze with a pair of eyes, revealing a weird look in his eyes, and then ‘pulled’ Bai Ze from the ground and held it in his hands, tears of joy flowed out: "Hahaha! Hahaha!"

　　 looked up to the sky and laughed, all the depression was vented out.

　　 The depression of no one communicated in the past six years, the depressive atmosphere has disappeared.

　　 "Let go sir, you stupid little barbarian! Don't let me go!" Bai Ze was struggling hard.

　　 "Barbarian? No, no, I'm not a barbarian, I'm a human! Do you understand humans?" Yang Sanyang ignored Bai Ze's resistance and slapped the opponent's hair vigorously.

　　 "I'm not as stupid as you think!" Bai Ze stared at Yang Sanyang with an idiotic expression. He could feel the contempt even if it was far away.

　　 "Remove your dirty hands, sir, I am very noble..."

　　 "Bang~" Bai Ze fell directly on the ground, falling dizzy: "Little barbarian, you dare to treat the master like this, I will inherit you from the master..."

　　 The words stopped abruptly, and Yang Sanyang looked strange: "What will inherit from me?"

"It's nothing, your language is so weird. Lord, I have traveled all over the wild, but I have never heard your language. To learn your language, Lord, I lost a lot of hair." Bai Ze changed the subject, but forgot The two sides are now able to communicate and almost missed a word.

　　 "What is the identity of the ancestor, but the legendary sacred Bai Ze?" Yang Sanyang asked curiously.

"Yes, it's the master and me, you little barbarian has good luck, and you actually met you, and in the future your boy's good luck will come!" Bai Ze shook the mud on his body, just with that fuzzy hair. No matter how you look at the price drop, it's like a dog, making it hard for people to rise in awe.

　　 "Since you are innately sacred, why are you being chased by a group of wild beasts, innately sacred and not as embarrassed as you?" Yang Sanyang looked at Bai Ze suspiciously.

　　 Bai Ze was speechless, and looked up to the sky with a sad expression: "What do you know, sir, I am a fallen phoenix, not as good as a chicken. When I get through the disaster, you will know that I am amazing."

While talking, he squinted at Yang Sanyang: "Little man, you have a few treasures on your body, but you can barely enter the master's eyes. If you offer them quickly, you will please the master and I will be happy, and the master will give you great benefits. ."

　　 "bang~"

　　 Yang Sanyang smashed his fist down, hitting Bai Ze holding his head and scurrying, but he was trapped in the fairy rope and took it back in an instant, just struggling feebly: "You dare to be rude to my lord?"

　　 "Speak well!" Yang Sanyang opened his bow from left to right, and the hitting Bai Ze swayed back and forth.

　　 "Don't do it! Don't do it! Let's talk hard! Talk hard!" Bai Ze repeatedly admitted that the hero doesn't suffer the immediate loss, so there is no need to toss like this.

"Humph!"

　　 Yang Sanyang took the trapped fairy rope, and then let go of Bai Ze: "This is just the truth."

　　 "Little man, you are a little bit too deceitful!" Bai Ze said aggrieved.

　　 "Well, I have a name, my name is'pan'!" Yang Sanyang raised his fist again: "Don't call me a barbarian."

　　 "Take! Trick! Trick! We have something to say, don't hurt your peace!" Bai Ze backed back again and again.

　　 Yang Sanyang closed his fists and hummed a few times in dissatisfaction.

　　 "Xiaoman...Pan, would you like to lend me some of your treasures for a while?" Bai Ze leaned forward, his eyes full of flattery.

　　 "Lend my treasure? No, no, that's no good!" Yang Sanyang shook his head repeatedly: "This is my ability to settle down and live, how can I lend you to play."

　　 "Don't be so stingy, we are old acquaintances too, why bother to be stingy..." The true flow of Bai Ze's words has even learned to stingy.

　　 While talking, he went straight to pull Yang Sanyang's belt, and was shocked that Yang Sanyang quickly covered his waist: "What are you going to do! Don't let it go."

　　 "Don't let go, unless you lend me this treasure to play for three days!" Bai Ze tugged his belt tightly, and did not let go.

　　 Yang Sanyang rolled his eyes: "You want to borrow my treasure to play, it's not impossible, it's just that you will live forever?"

"Huh? Immortal?" Bai Ze motion stunned, then scratched his head: "I wait for the innate gods, born to live with the heavens, this is the gift of God. The magical powers are given by God, where do I have The magic of immortality is passed on to you? Your little barbarian is not too ambitious, and even thinking of immortality. No! No!"

　　 "Really not?" Yang Sanyang looked unwilling.

　　 "Naturally not!" Bai Ze shook his head: "I am waiting for a longevity and Tianqi, who will learn the ability to wait for the day after tomorrow?"

　　 "Oh!" Yang Sanyang felt lost for a while, the trapped fairy rope was loosened, and Bai Ze was allowed to play.

　　 can't learn congenital magic, if you can't live forever, one day you will become dead bones.

　　 "The ancestors will not, but it does not mean that the world does not have the ability to extend life!" Seeing Yang Sanyang sitting there desperately, his bones seemed to be hollowed out, Bai Ze couldn't help but comfort.

　　 "Really? The ancestor didn't lie to me?" Yang Sanyang said joyfully.

　　 "Naturally I didn't lie to you, ancestors, I am innately sacred, how can I lie to you, a barbarian?" Bai Ze smiled disdainfully.

　　 At this time, Yang Sanyang heard about the magic of immortality, and even the other party called himself a little barbarian too late to care, and quickly said: "Also please enlighten me."

　　 "I really don't have one!" Bai Ze put down the rope in his hand and looked at Yang Sanyang with a serious expression: "All beings in this world want to practice, but there are three types."

　　 "Hope for the ancestors to teach me" Yang Sanyang looked disappointed at first, but then said quickly.

　　 "The first one is innate sacredness, innately able to understand the law, and immortal at birth!" Bai Ze stretched out a finger to point to himself: "For example, the ancestor me."

　　 "I really envy you and other innate gods, how unfair to God, I waited for decades to be born and rushed, but you are born to be free from the sea of ​​suffering!" Yang Sanyang sighed, "Don't mention the first kind."

　　 God is unfair?

Bai Ze looked at Yang Sanyang's body, all of which were treasures that the gods could not find. He couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth. He wanted to say something, but couldn't say it. He just said: "Then say the second kind, second The species is the descendant of the gods, just like the monster beast. As long as the spiritual wisdom is developed one day, one can naturally understand the cultivation method and vomit the essence of the sun and the moon. In the vast world, millions of peoples, human races are uncivilized in our eyes. The beast, this kind of estimation is also choking, your human race has never had an innate god, and it has no blood."

　　 Bai Ze shook his head, Yang Sanyang smiled bitterly:

　　 "Don't mention this one! Don't mention it! But I don't know the third one is suitable for me?"

"You are such an unusual number among a group of barbarians. He might really have a chance to become a climate in his youth!" Bai Ze looked up and down Yang Sanyang's change: "If you promise to lend me all the treasures you want to play with, I will Tell you."

　　 Yang Sanyang's forehead blue veins violently, and he clenched his fists fiercely: "Since the ancestor has learned my language~www.wuxiahere.com~, you can know that there is a word called ‘man is a knife and I am a fish’?"

　　 Bai Ze trembled, even though he didn't know it, but at this time, in line with Yang Sanyang's expression, he already knew about a fist the size of a sand bowl.

　　 "That's it! That's it! Who is the master, I can only tell you now!" Bai Ze instantly chose to admit counsel, this little barbarian really dared to start, regardless of the identity of his innate god.

Seeing Yang Sanyang retracting his fist and listening respectfully, Bai Ze lowered his head to play with the trapped fairy rope: "The third type is the holy land created by the gods in the wilderness to preach specifically for the creatures in the wilderness. Out of the method of rebelling against the destiny, helping younger generations who have no talent in their own practice.

The **** emperor and the demon ancestor fought against each other, and the army on both sides suffered countless deaths and injuries. The **** camp is difficult to rival the demon ancestor camp. After all, the few who understand innate practice are very few. Therefore, under the auspices of the **** emperor and the demon ancestor, countless gods in the great wilderness have painstakingly understood. Gathering countless fires of wisdom, in the end, is to find a first-line detachment opportunity for all living beings.

　　 It’s just that although there is this opportunity for detachment, it takes talent to grasp it.

There are countless creatures of all races in the Great Wilderness. After all, there are only a few who can step on the road of practice. Some innate gods see their descendants die old, and after all they sit dead and understand the first line of life, and continue to improve and help the method that the **** emperor has learned. Those younger generations who can't awaken their blood are embarking on the road of spiritual practice.

　　 Although it has been improved many times, it is still extremely demanding for talent.

　　 In Bai Ze's view, Yang Sanyang has never thought about it in this life! A lowly barbarian, although he won the Great Fortune Dao, it would be extremely difficult to comprehend the tactics.

　　 "Does the ancestor have a magic trick?" Yang Sanyang stared at Bai Ze with scorching eyes: "If the ancestor has a magic trick, it's okay to give you this trapped fairy rope!"