"Poor Dao won't want anything from you. ”

Lu Yichen lacks a soul and a soul, so naturally he has no delicate thoughts.

To put it bluntly, he just has no brains, he doesn't speak tactfully, and he is a rectum.

Zhang Daoran is not Lu Yichen's parents, and even now, he is not his teacher and master, according to reason, with Zhang Daoran's temperament, he will never allow a stranger, and it is no longer the time to preach publicly.

"Could it be..."

Mengxi's eyes flashed, the cultivators of Lake Island and the disciples of Lake Island, this was the first time he had seen Lu Yichen, but Meng Xi had already known about the existence of this person since Lu Yichen entered the Emperor Pole Heaven.

As a cultivator, he naturally hopes that the successor of his mantle is a person with excellent qualifications, not a fool.

Of course, it is not impossible for this fool to be useful, or to have a heavy treasure and take him as an apprentice, in order to seize the heavy treasure.

"Is he really in it for the treasure?"

Mengxi and the other cultivators of the island in the middle of the lake looked at Zhang Daoran with burning eyes.

In fact, in their eyes, Zhang Daoran is a selfless person, and he is definitely not this kind of villain who accepts others as disciples in order to win treasures.

Zhang Daoran has vast magical powers, and the Tao is mysterious, what kind of treasure will interest him?

Lu Yichen's words just now have already exposed everything...

That is a seed, planted in Lu Yichen's head!

The treasure is nameless, what quality the treasure is, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that it is the gods who planted this seed!

Immortal!

Are there any seeds of poor grade?

Zhang Daoran shook his head in disappointment, since Lu Yichen came to Huangjitian, the moment he opened his eyes, Lu Yichen's past and future, Zhang Daoran already knew it. If Zhang Daoran was for this seed, he would be so good to Lu Yichen, there was no need.

"The thing in your head, in the eyes of others, is a supreme treasure, and here in the poor road, it is just a space magic weapon. Although the poor Dao has not achieved the Immortal Dao, this kind of treasure can also be refined at will... If Poor Dao wants you, a space seed, and God doesn't know it, even if you are at the end of the world, Poor Dao has a thought, and you can unconsciously put this kind of seed into the hands of Poor Dao......"

Zhang Daoran glanced at the Daoists: "Cultivation is to rely on oneself, it is not necessary, it is better not to use the Fa Baobao... Poor Dao is good to you, because before Poor Dao, he had already accepted you as a registered disciple... And you, like Poor Dao, come from the same hometown..."

Stretching out his hand and waving it gently, a colorful and dazzling seed, the size of a jujube pit, emerged from Lu Yichen's heavenly spirit.

This seed slowly fell into Zhang Daoran's hands, Zhang Daoran waved his hand, and everyone's eyes changed, appearing in a palace.

This palace is very large, covering an area of at least more than 100 acres, which is ingenious, and the method of construction is contrary to common sense. There was not a single pillar in the whole hall, except for the surrounding walls. The empty hall, only due north, had a throne, on which sat a man.

"Daoyou is really a good means, this space magic weapon is originally a master's thing, and Daoyou can enter freely without refining and understanding..."

At first, everyone just thought it was a sculpture, but at this time, he suddenly spoke, and everyone looked over.

Dressed in a purple robe, his hair was disheveled, and his hair was snow-white, but his face was as ruddy as a baby.

Who's this?

When everyone was puzzled, Lu Yichen's face was suddenly full of horror: "It's him, it's him! Every time he is in my dream, he tells me that he has planted a seed in my head, and someone will come to take it in the future..."

Everyone suddenly realized that the owner of the space magic weapon was this old Taoist.

"Alas... This is an image left by the poor Dao 100,000 years ago, for 100,000 years, in order to find qualified people, the poor Dao planted space seeds, took root and sprouted, and made the magic weapon grade perfect, which can be regarded as giving this person a chance... How... How... I'm afraid I'm going to fail again this time... The soul is incomplete, it is difficult to enter the Dao, and with the help of spatial characteristics, the seed has a trace of ability, and it is always of no help to the spatial treasures..."

The island in the middle of the lake is full of people, and there is no discomfort in the heart.

Who is this old Taoist priest?

100,000 years ago, he had already begun to plant this kind of space seed in other people's heads?

Is it just for the advancement of magic weapons?

Sacrificing others, but saying that he gave others a chance, can he be shameless again?

"Do you know..."Zhang Daoran's face was indifferent, looking at this old Taoist, his face was solemn: "Daoyou, this seed, let Lu Yichen, and the people who were planted by you before, have a soul and a soul, and are suppressed by the magic weapon, and the space magic weapon of the Taoist friend, if you want to grow, you have no chance... Fellow Daoist is not a chance, it is a harm... If Poor Dao's guess is correct, this seed is just one of the thousands of seeds planted by Daoists..."

"Your guess is right, Poor Dao is an immortal cultivator in the supreme immortal realm, and in order to cultivate and progress, there are endless natural means. If the seeds planted can take root and sprout, the cultivators who have obtained the seeds will naturally make progress in their cultivation and continue to improve their strength, and they will naturally comprehend the laws of space, and finally give back to the poor path through the seeds... If you plant a seed, you may reap a realization. Wouldn't it be nice to cultivate like this?"

"It's just that this kind of cultivation is not your own comprehension after all, and in the end, it still can't make you progress in your cultivation..."

Zhang Daoran frowned: "Poor Dao knows you, Supreme Immortal Realm, Daoming Sect Master Ouyang Cunyi, 100,000 years ago, you were already scattered... And this trace of primordial god you left in the seed is actually to take away and be reborn..."

"You... Who are you? How do you know the identity of the poor road?"

The purple Dao robed Taoist priest was full of horror, and it was difficult to maintain his indifference just now. He stood up and looked at Zhang Daoran incredulously: "The poor road is the realm of Xuan Immortals, Xuan Zhi and Xuan, where will the soul fly away?"

"There is life and death, why should Taoist friends be persistent?"

Zhang Daoran still treated it indifferently: "Daoist friends have done too many evils, absorb the insights of others, and turn into themselves, natural heaven and earth are inductive, and heaven and earth are intolerable." ”

"Little Taoist..."

Ouyang Cunyi, a cultivator in purple Dao robes, laughed loudly: "You miscalculated, the poor Dao will not fall for you." Naturally, you have already come in, so turn it into nourishment for the poor path cultivation and contribute to the poor path cultivation..."

Ouyang Cunyi floated in the air, with thousands of brilliance on his body, making the palace distort for a while.

Suddenly, he sat back in his seat with a frightened face: "Impossible, Poor Dao used space to kill, and you didn't react?"

"Fellow Daoist, let's go up in smoke..."

Zhang Daoran raised a hand: "This is the space rule of the evolution of the law of space, the law of space and the rules of space, cultivated to the extreme, naturally opening up the world, omnipotent." And you, on the other hand, are just scratching the surface of the laws of space... In the eyes of the poor road, it is just a grain of dust, and he wants to reclaim the sea..."

A purple light flickered, and Ouyang Cunyi in the seat immediately disappeared...

The palace in front of them shook, and the scenery in front of everyone's eyes changed, and they returned to Sanqingguan again.

In a trance, it was like a dream just now, so unreal, so weird. A pair of eyes, flashing with brilliance, looked at Zhang Daoran. And Zhang Daoran said to Lu Yichen: "Now, the space seed is completely ownerless, and your soul has been complete, do you want this seed or not?"