early morning

Lang Lang's reading sound spread from the cold wind, and the sound of "A Boci's u Buddha songs and Cola Mana" was accompanied by a series of strange howlings, which seemed particularly frightening.

The group of beasts fighting for food not far away heard Lang Lang's voice and couldn't help but look surprised in their eyes, and then continued to lower their heads and fight for food.

Time passed by another month in silence

Exhale~ Inhale~

Exhale~ Inhale~

Yang Sanyang stood at the entrance of the cave, trying hard to breathe towards the rising sun in the sky.

"I said, you stupid little man, why are you sucking the north wind at the sun all day long?"

An old-fashioned words sounded from behind.

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

Yang Sanyang replied subconsciously, then stopped halfway through his speech, his movements stopped, his body trembled slightly, and he turned around in disbelief, staring at the Baize Divine Beast: "Can you understand what I say?"

"And, what's so strange about understanding what you say? Although your words are strange, I have listened to you for a month. How could I not understand? After all, I am a congenital sacred man, right?" Bai Ze leaned against the wall of the cave, stood up and hugged his hooves, shaking his thighs, his eyes were full of pride, showing a look of "no surprise, no surprise, no surprise."

Yang Sanyang looked at Bai Ze with his eyes, and a strangeness appeared in his eyes. Then he pulled Bai Ze from the ground and held it in his hand. Tears of joy were about to flow out: "Hahaha! Hahaha!"

I laughed to the sky and vented all my depression.

The depression that no one communicated for six years has dispersed.

"Let go of the master, you stupid little savage! You can't let me go quickly!" Bai Ze was struggling hard.

"Barbarian? No, no, I'm not a barbarian, I'm a human! Do you understand?" Yang Sanyang ignored Bai Ze's resistance and rubbed the other person's hair hard.

"I'm not as stupid as you think!" Bai Ze stared at Yang Sanyang with an idiot-looking expression. Even though he was far away, he could feel the contempt.

"Take off your dirty hands, I am extremely noble..."

"Bang~" Bai Ze fell directly to the ground, and was dizzy: "Little Man, you dare to treat the master like this. In the future, I will insist on inheriting you..."

The words came to an abrupt end, and Yang Sanyang looked strange: "What did you inherit me?"

"It's nothing, your language is so weird. Master, I traveled all over the world, but I have never heard of your language. In order to learn your language, Master, I have lost a lot of hair." Bai Ze changed the topic, but forgot that the two sides can communicate now, and almost let it go.

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

"Yes, it's Master, you little man, you have met Master, and your good luck will come in the future!" Bai Ze shook the soil on his body, but with the hair that was so stupid that he lost the price no matter how he looked at it, it was like a local dog, making it difficult for people to feel awe in their hearts.

"Since you are a congenital sage, why are you chased by a group of wild beasts? Innate sage is not as embarrassed as you, right?" Yang Sanyang looked at Bai Ze with great doubt.

Bai Ze was speechless when he heard this, looked up at the sky, showing a sad expression: "What do you know, little man? Master, I am not as good as a chicken when I land. When I survive the disaster, you will know that I am powerful."

While talking, he looked at Yang Sanyang with his squint eyes: "Little Man, you have a few treasures on you, which can barely catch the master's eyes. If you present it quickly, I will make me happy. Master, I will give you great benefits."

"Bang~"

Yang Sanyang smashed his fist and beat Bai Ze to run away with his head in his arms, but he was taken back by the trapped immortal rope in an instant, but struggled weakly: "Do you dare to be rude to me?"

"Speak well!" Yang Sanyang fired his bow from left to right, and Bai Ze was swaying back and forth.

"Don't do it! Don't do it! Let's just talk well! Just talk well!" Bai Ze repeatedly admitted his conscience. The hero did not suffer any loss in front of him, so there was no need to make such a struggle.

"snort!"

Yang Sanyang collected the rope of trapped immortals and then released Bai Ze: "This is just like that."

"Little Man, you're a little too bullying!" Bai Ze said frustratedly.

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

"Pan!Pan!Pan! Let's talk carefully, don't hurt your kindness!" Bai Ze retreated repeatedly.

Yang Sanyang closed his fists and hummed a few dissatisfiedly.

"Xiaoman...pan, do you want to lend me those treasures to play with for a while?" Bai Ze leaned over, his eyes full of flattery.

"Lend my treasure? No, no, no!" Yang Sanyang shook his head repeatedly: "This is my ability to settle down, how can I lend it to you to play with."

"Don't be so stingy. We are always acquaintance. Why should we be so stingy..." Bai Ze's words were so stingy, and he even learned to be stingy.

While saying that, he went to pull Yang Sanyang's belt, which was so shocked that Yang Sanyang hurriedly covered his waist: "What are you going to do! Why don't you let go quickly?"

"Don't let go, unless you lend me this treasure to play for three days!" Bai Ze grabbed his belt tightly and didn't let go even if he beat him to death.

Yang Sanyang's eyes turned: "It's not impossible if you want to borrow my treasure to play with. But you can't do it. Is it just that you can't live a life-and-death magic?"

"What? Immortality?" Bai Ze was stunned, then scratched his head: "We are born with the innate gods, and this is a skill given by heaven. The magical powers are even given by the old gods. Where can I pass on the magical technique of immortality to you? You little barbarian are very ambitious, and you actually want to live forever. No! No!"

"Really not?" Yang Sanyang looked unwilling.

"Of course there isn't!" Bai Ze shook his head: "I am born to live and Tianqi, who will learn the acquired skills?"

"Oh!" Yang Sanyang felt a little disappointed, and the rope of trapped immortals was loosened, allowing Bai Ze to play with it.

If you can't learn innate magical techniques and cannot seek immortality, you will one day turn into dead bones.

"The ancestor doesn't know, but it doesn't mean that the world does not have the ability to prolong life!" Seeing Yang Sanyang sitting there in a daze, his body seemed to be hollowed out, Bai Ze couldn't help but comfort him.

"Take it seriously? Didn't the ancestor lie to me?" Yang Sanyang said happily.

"Of course I didn't lie to you. I am a sacred ancestor. How could I lie to you, a little barbarian?" Bai Ze smiled disdainfully.

At this time, Yang Sanyang heard about the magical technique of immortality. Even the other party said that he had no time to care about the little man, and hurriedly said, "I'll ask for advice from my ancestors."

"I really don't!" Bai Ze put down the rope in his hand and looked at Yang Sanyang seriously: "The sentient beings in this world want to practice, but they are divided into three types."

"I hope my ancestor will give me advice." Yang Sanyang looked disappointed at first, but then hurriedly said.

"The first type is the innate sacred, born to comprehend the laws, and can live forever and immortality as soon as you are born!" Bai Ze stretched out a finger and pointed at himself: "For example, I am a ancestor."

"I really envy you and other innate gods. How unfair God is, we have been born after decades, but you are born out of the sea of ​​suffering!" Yang Sanyang sighed: "It's better not to mention this first kind."

God is unfair?

Bai Ze looked at Yang Sanyang's body full of treasures that the gods could not find. He couldn't help but twitched his lips, wanting to say something, but he couldn't say it. He just said, "Then let's talk about the second type. The second type is the descendants of the gods, just like that monster. As long as one day he has enlightened his spiritual wisdom, he will naturally understand the method of cultivation and swallow the essence of the sun and the moon. In the vast world, the human race is an uncivilized beast in our eyes. This kind of thing is probably a big deal. Your human race has never had innate gods, and there is no blood power."

Bai Ze shook his head, and Yang Sanyang smiled bitterly:

"It's better not to mention this one! It's better not to mention it! But I don't know if the third one is suitable for me?"

"You are such an anomaly among a group of barbarians. Maybe he will have a chance to become a climate in this year!" Bai Ze looked up and down at Yang Sanyang and changed: "If you are willing to lend all the treasures on you, I will tell you."

Yang Sanyang's forehead bulged with blue veins and he clenched his fists hard: "Since my ancestor has learned my language, can we know that there is a word called 'I am a fish for the sake of the sword'?"

Bai Ze's body shivered. Even though he didn't know, he already knew about it with Yang Sanyang's expression and the fist as big as a sand golf.

"Forget it! Forget it! Who told me that I am now under someone else's roof? I can only tell you!" Bai Ze instantly chose to admit defeat. This little barbarian was really brave enough to take action, and he did not care about his identity as a congenital god at all.

Seeing Yang Sanyang withdraw his fist, he listened with a respectful expression, Bai Ze lowered his head and played with the rope of trapping the immortal: "This third type is those gods in the Great Wilderness who have opened up holy lands, preached specifically for the creatures in the Great Wilderness, comprehended the method of changing destiny, and helped his own lack of talent to practice."

The God Emperor fought with the Demon Ancestor, and countless casualties were killed or injured on both sides. The gods' camp could not defeat the Demon Ancestor's camp. After all, the few who knew innate practice were the only ones. So under the leadership of the God Emperor and the Demon Ancestor, countless gods in the Great Wilderness struggled to comprehend and gathered countless fires of wisdom, which was to seek a chance for all living beings to transcend.

But although this opportunity to transcend, it takes talent to seize it.

There are countless creatures in the Great Wilderness, and only a few are able to embark on the path of cultivation. When a congenital god sees his descendants die, he finally has a glimmer of hope of pursuing his own hope, constantly improving the methods learned by the God Emperor, and helping those younger generations who cannot awaken their bloodlines embark on the path of cultivation.

Although it has been improved repeatedly, it still requires extremely high talent.

In Bai Ze's opinion, Yang Sanyang will never have any thoughts in his life! Although a lowly little barbarian has achieved great fortune, it is difficult to comprehend that magic trick.
Chapter completed!