The Great Talisman

　　 Bai Ze widened his eyes when he heard the words, looked at Yang Sanyang with a pair of eyes, and then looked at the immortal rope lock in his hand, and said in disbelief: "Are you really willing to exchange this treasure for a trick?"

　　 "As long as the ancestor is willing to give me the magic trick, I will give this treasure to the ancestor." Yang Sanyang stared at Bai Ze with burning eyes.

　　 "It's a pity!" Bai Ze sighed, "I don't have a formula for practice."

　　 Bai Ze is an innate **** beast, what do you want that practice technique?

　　 Like later generations, what does a lawyer do to learn history? Unless it is idle and nothing to do.

　　 "Really?" Yang Sanyang was unwilling.

"Boy, you must know how many of the heavens and all the races can inherit the blood of their ancestors? The growth of the tribe depends on the cultivation technique. No matter which cultivation technique it is, it will be regarded as the supreme treasure and will not easily spread. To practice the magic trick, you must not be a person of extraordinary talents. I said something bad, ancestors, you barbarians, with low qualifications, wanting to practice is simply wishful thinking."

　　 Yang Sanyang was unwilling to hear this, but lowered his head and said, "What if you have to practice?"

　　 "Do you have to practice?" Bai Ze meditated slightly after hearing the words: "When you worship the congenital sacred seat, you can pass on the great secrets."

　　 "Aren't the ancestors innately sacred?" Yang Sanyang stared at Bai Ze with a pair of bright eyes.

"But I can't, I don't know the magic trick at all! And... the supreme magic trick cannot be taught by the gods. Now my cultivation is only careless among the congenital gods, and it is far from the enlightenment and enlightenment. The realm of the wonderful door!" Bai Ze shook his head.

　　 "God?" Yang Sanyang was curious about this term again.

"Hey, what do you care about so much? Anyway, you are not suitable for practice. If I return to my peak state and return to the Central Gods Court, I will recommend you to certain Gods, maybe it is because of my face. You may have some hope. But I have been hit hard now, and I don't want to recover from it for a while. By then, your kid's bones and scum are all rotten, so don't think too much!" Bai Ze shook his head.

　　 "I'm not reconciled, is there no other way?" Yang Sanyang was not reconciled, staring at Bai Ze with expectation in his eyes.

　　 "Difficult! Difficult as heaven!" Bai Ze shook his head.

　　 In fact, there is a word he didn't say, it is impossible for the gods to accept him as a disciple.

　　 is like the campus of the twenty-first world, it will not accept a monkey or a wild boar as a student. The human race has low aptitude. Since the beginning of the world, the cultivation civilization has not yet begun, and the race that has never passed down the blood of ancestors is also a human race.

　　Because of the low aptitude of the human race, it seems very strange, and was raised by the gods as pets to prevent the human race from extinction.

　　 Of course, if one day Yang Sanyang can sit down with the gods and learn the magic, the gods will not blame him.

　　 is like a monkey who knows how to read and speak, it will only attract countless gods onlookers and curiosity.

　　The human race's aptitude is too poor, and the gods have never thought of helping the human race open up their spiritual wisdom and embark on the road of spiritual practice. Unfortunately, human beings have a natural shortcoming.

　　 Of course, Shirasawa needn't say these words!

　　 He is so close to Yang Sanyang, it's like a normal person encounters a talking animal, which is strange.

　　 That's it!

　　 Of course, I still want to wait for someone to inherit their inheritance after death.

　　 Treasures are not tempted to say!

　　 But thinking that Yang Sanyang can arouse the blessing of the great power, Bai Ze has no bottom in his heart: "This little barbarian has a fortune to the sky, and he may not be able to embark on the road of spiritual practice and open up a new era."

　　 Thinking of Yang Sanyang's surging weather, even if Bai Ze was speechless, he dared not be too rude to Yang Sanyang. Anyone who has this monstrous good fortune, boundless luck, merit, will be treated differently.

　　 Of course, failing to beat Yang Sanyang is still a very important factor.

　　 Sending people under the fence, the innate gods must also recognize counseling.

　　 What can Bai Ze do? He is also very helpless. He says that he should not call the earth and the earth is not working every day. There is a wind demon king outside who is staring at him, and the fire **** inside is severely injured. What can he do?

　　 can't get out, can only rely on this little barbarian for protection.

Bai Ze rolled his eyes and slapped his thigh: "I don't have the secret to longevity, but if you just want to extend your life, you have a chance right now, but you have nothing to do with the barbarian, and going out is just to die. Don't mention it! Don't mention it!"

　　 "Old ancestors, I hope ancestors can give me some advice!" Yang Sanyang's eyes lit up when he heard this, he couldn't live long, and it would be good to extend his life.

　　 "Do you really want to listen?" Bai Ze hesitated.

　　 "If you want to listen, I hope the ancestors can give me some advice!" Yang Sanyang said respectfully.

　　 Bai Ze touched his beard upon hearing the words, and then looked into the distance with his eyes: "Here is a hundred and fifty miles out of the Vulcan Realm. There is a big mountain, and there is a demon king living in the mountain, called: King Mifeng."

　　 Yang Sanyang didn't speak, but continued to listen quietly.

　　 Bai Ze said unhurriedly: "The reason why King Mifeng is entrenched here is because an elixir was born in the mountains and forests, called: Grass for Pill."

　　"Grass for pill?" Yang Sanyang's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Yes, it's the grass for pill! Eating a grass for pill can prolong your life for three thousand years. Three thousand years is just a flick for the gods, but for you and the ants, it is not a short time. If you survive it, maybe Can get some good luck," Bai Ze said unhurriedly.

　　 "bang~"

　　 Before Bai Ze finished speaking, he was rubbed against the ground by Yang Sanyang: "An ant? Who do you say is an ant?"

　　 "Oh~, speak well, don't slap your face!" Bai Zelang cried, his voice was miserable: "Master, can't I say something wrong?"

　　 "Slap~"

　　 Yang Sanyang retracted his hand, feeling a little uneasy, such a weak innate god, dare to say that he is an ant.

　　Although he warned himself to be respectful to the gods, he couldn't help feeling angry when he saw Fang's nose on his face, trying to seize his own treasure.

　　 Maybe I have been familiar with Bai Ze. Yang Sanyang has no sense of awe after seeing the other party shamelessly.

　　 "What is the skill of the Mifeng Demon King, since the other party has the word "mon", I am afraid I can't deal with it!" Yang Sanyang let go of Bai Ze.

　　 Bai Ze looked at Yang Sanyang sadly, looking up to the sky with speechless tears, he was beaten by a ‘monkey’!

　　 is simply a shame.

"I don't know, I'm just talking to you, although you have all kinds of treasures, but you can't show them, but if you have a little cultivation base, the grass for pill is not in the bag!" Bai Ze held his head. , The eyes are full of helplessness.

　　 "How did the ancestors look at my treasure? Can you steal the Cao Huan Dan from the eyes of the Demon King Mifeng?" Yang Sanyang took out the fishing rod and looked at Bai Ze with his eyes.

　　 "This thing is mysterious, maybe you can try it, but you have offended the Demon King Mifeng and forged a vengeance, I'm afraid you can't deal with it in the future!" Bai Ze looked hesitant.

"I think there are still some opportunities. I have a heavenly robe to cover my energy. As long as I get to the vicinity of the grass-returning pill, I use this fishing rod to hook the grass-returning pill away. The life span is three thousand years..." Yang Sanyang thought about it. famous.

　　 Wealth and wealth are in danger, so how can we not go for it?

"When you say this, there is really some hope that the three plagues of the wind have not yet passed, but the demon pill has been condensed, and it has not been proved to be the fruit of the world, so it is guarding the grass to return the pill, and want to use it to extend life and increase the foundation , With my ancestor's guidance, your kid has some hope. It's just out of the blessed place of the **** of fire, disasters abound, and something goes wrong, your kid's life is not guaranteed!" Bai Ze's eyes were full of solemnity.

　　 To tell the truth, Bai Ze was chased by the Demon King Mifeng all the way, and Bai Ze was suffocated in his heart. If this hatred is not reported, where can he put the face of his dignified innate god?

　　 This kid has a fortune, and he believes that he is a son of the great road. Even if he does not understand the cultivation base, he will inevitably reduce the danger to the barbarian under the aura of the dark, and kill the King Mifeng.

　　 It's just that the great wasteland is really dangerous. A little carelessness is in danger of death, and he can't instigate Yang Sanyang to run out.

　　 "Three thousand years of life! You can live another three thousand years of spring and autumn, and then three thousand more variables!" Yang Sanyang slowly stood up: "I don't have a choice, I don't know when the opportunity will come, I just do everything I can grasp."

　　 "Are you really going?" Bai Ze was stunned, staring at Yang Sanyang in amazement: "Do you know, what does Dahuang mean to you who have no cultivation skills?"

　　 Although Bai Ze wants revenge, UU reading www. uukanshu.com but could not watch Yang Sanyang go to death. To be honest, Yang Sanyang is a bit evil, especially when he sees the blessing of the Dao and the practice of shooting the sun bow with his own eyes, making him even more unsure.

　　 is a bit embarrassing to say, but for Yang Sanyang, Bai Ze is still extremely jealous!

　　 is not an ordinary fear!

　　 was afraid of a monkey. He was afraid that a large group of innate gods would laugh to death when he said it, but Baize knew in his heart.

　　 Especially the hazy Skynet that flickered in the opponent's eyes, Bai Ze was even more jealous.

　　 "It's not easy to provoke, this kid has big secrets" Bai Ze muttered in his heart: "I instigated him to steal Cao Huan Dan. If this kid goes wrong, I will definitely be bitten back by my qi."

　　 "Of course I know what it means, but I don't have a choice!" Yang Sanyang sighed, "The ancestors know how long I can live?"

　　 "No more than two hundred years" Bai Ze said very surely: "Developing full potential for eight hundred years."

　　 Yang Sanyang smiled bitterly. He didn't dare to expect the opportunity to change his life within two hundred years, but he wanted to seize all the opportunities he could touch.

　　 "Also please ancestors to complete" Yang Sanyang held a fist in a salute.

　　 Bai Ze was silent when he heard the words, and after a while, he said: "You know how I am now. Once things are revealed, I will be buried for you. This is not a joke."

　　 Looking at Yang Sanyang's firm expression, Bai Ze gritted his teeth: "Fuck it! You are not afraid, how can I be afraid of my innate sacredness?"

　　 To tell the truth, he couldn't bear this bad breath in his heart!

　　 He is innately sacred, and he was almost eaten by an ant. Isn't An Neng angry?

　　 aggrieved!

　　 I'm so stupefied!

　　 If it hadn’t been restored, he would have crushed the opponent to death.

　　 The three plagues have not yet passed, and he didn't bother to look at the ants in the past.