After more than ten days, when Yang Yu pushed the door out again, under the night, Dao Ren Lin stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, looking at the galaxy.

The back is straight and the breath is lonely.

"Only after stepping through this threshold, I realized how profound the teacher's realm is. His will is several times that of me at this time..."

Turning back, Lin Daoren's eyes seemed to have rubbed the stars, shining brightly:

"Even if you have the intention of death, you will not go so far as to go."

Yu Yang paused slightly and bowed slightly:

"I have a good time to protect the Dharma."

Daoren Lin continued to speak: "I don't know where the teacher has gone, but I can always find it."

"I have been depressed for many years and have broken the realm once, and my senior has reached the top since then. It's really gratifying..."

Yu Yang clasped his fists.

"There are so many powerful people in this world, with supernatural powers and powerful Taoist techniques. There are only a few who can capture the teacher's soul silently."

Daoren Lin talked to himself.

"There will be a short-term deficit in the origin of the source, and it will not be enough to make up for it after more than ten days. There are many elixirs in the mansion, and seniors can take them and use them."

Yu Yang continued.

"Linlong Road Jing'an Prefecture, Dali Yongheng Temple, Baishan Black Water outside the border, Aurora Mountain, Dayan Mountain, northwest side..."

Daoren Lin's voice fell:

"At worst, I'll come to the door one by one."

"...I wonder if my predecessors have taught me about martial arts will?"

"I am not afraid of death."

"There are five poisons in heaven, the five elements in the earth, and the five internal organs. The five internal organs hide the gods, gods, souls, spirits, spirits, essences... How to practice the will of the Martial Saint?"

...

Under the night, the two seemed to be communicating, and they seemed to be talking to themselves.

Qin Si, who followed, smiled bitterly and wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say, so she had to turn around and go to the kitchen to bring wine and food.

"I am not afraid of death."

Holding a wine glass in his hand, Lin Daoren looked at Yang Yu: "You hold the life and death book in your hand, maybe you know more. Is the teacher in Dayan Mountain?"

"call!"

Yu Yang sighed.

He didn't want to answer Lin Daoren, but he knew that there was no way to get over this time:

"Dayan Mountain is located at the junction of the three roads of Longyuan, northwest and Ding'an. I can only have one of them at this moment and cannot sense it..."

It is impossible to repay the fate with it.

Yang Yu knew very well what was entrenched in the Dayan Mountains. Whether it was a sloppy Taoist or a Zhenyan Taoist, he had mentioned it more than once.

It was an old monster who suspected to have survived for more than three thousand years, had been through hundreds of generations, dozens of dynasties, and witnessed the rise and fall of martial arts.

Such an old monster...

"I understand."

He didn't say it in the second half of the sentence, but Daoren Lin seemed to understand it. The mouth of the cup was slightly lowered, then raised it and drank it all in one sip.

Drinking, falling a glass, Yang Yu said:

"It's meaningless to be afraid of death, but it's not worth dying."

He did not doubt Lin Daoren's courage. A man who dared to enter Dayan Mountain alone before he became a martial saint would not dare to become a martial saint.

But he never likes meaningless death.

He has been through the past decade and has fought with people several times. But even when he faces the old monster in Black Mountain, he himself has the capital and means to fight with him.

Instead of simply having a sense of blood and courage, dying for death.

"That old woman is not human. Thirty years ago, I was not the enemy of one another. Now, maybe not now, even in another thirty years, not..."

Ripples appeared in the wine glass, and Lin Daoren's knuckles were pinching white:

"Ten years? Thirty years? Hundred years? I can't wait forever. The life of that old monster must be longer than mine..."

Not willing to accept it!

Staring at the wine glass, Lin Daoren's heart surging and his eyes flushed.

He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid that even death is useless.

He knew very well the horror of the old monster in Dayan Mountain. Dayan Mountain, from when it started, was already the forbidden area of ​​the Martial Saint.

More than four hundred years ago, Zhang Yuanzhu, the founding ancestor of the Ming Dynasty, was almost dead in order to defeat the sect of Delian Sheng, and the old woman was still alive.

It's just being bound in the talisman array.

"ten years!"

Daoren Lin was stunned: "What?"

"Wait for me for ten years and go to Dayan Mountain together."

Yu Yang looked calm.

"I have appreciated your kindness. However, in ten years, you may not be able to cross the threshold of the Martial Saint. Even if you cross it, you will not be her opponent..."

After being stunned, Daoren Lin shook his head and sighed:

"You probably don't know? Zhang Xuanba had been to Dayan Mountain a few years ago..."

"I heard a little..."

Yu Yang nodded.

This matter is not a secret, and there are actually many people who know it. Of course, no one knows the various inside stories and the outcome.

He once asked the Taoist Zhenyan, but the latter just shook his head without mentioning it.

"In the late years of the previous dynasty, Liansheng made trouble and stirred up the storm. At that time, several great rebellions were mostly from Liansheng's religion, including Zhang Yuanzhu..."

Daoren Lin casually said a few words:

"Zhang Yuanzhu Tianzong's genius, with one hand, Tiangang fist pushed the world wide, but he only sat in the world for decades, and was severely injured in Dayan Mountain.

The masters of Fu Shui Temple have all died because of blessing the Dayan Mountain Talisman Formation. The exception is the Taoist Yunni. That day, he borrowed Zhang Xuanba's phoenix wings to ask for gold..."

Yang Yu's heart moved slightly.

Thinking about the fate of Taoist Yunni in the Book of Life and Death, it seems that he was no exception and still died in Dayan Mountain...

"Never knows what the specific battle was, the teacher once said..."

Daoren Lin looked silent:

"He said that Zhang Xuanba saved him with his life, and his kindness was unpaid..."

"Save it with your life?!"

Yu Yang's pupils shrank.

"That old woman should be the best master of magical powers in ancient and modern times..."

Lin Daoren drank a glass of wine:

"I'm afraid it's not enough to become a Martial Saint in ten years. As for Shidu, it depends on your fate, and..."

The conversation ends here abruptly.

Daoren Lin raised his head, his eyes terrified:

"This is……"

At this moment, he felt an indescribable aura suddenly come.

Ignoring his true energy and horizontal exercises, he directly locked his soul. In a trance, his hair stood up.

"Use your life to repay your life?"

"It is hard to say whether it is enough to be promoted to the Martial Saint, the Ten Capitals.

Daoren Lin's expression changed several times, but his eyes gradually lit up.

“What the senior said is not bad.”

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Yang Yu poured wine for him and also gave him a glass of throat moistening:

"But ten years are enough for me to pull Dayan Mountain into the book of life and death..."

"Take life, repay life..."

Lin Daoren's chest was undulating.
To be continued...