This time, Zhang Shou still reported to Shentu Qi, but this time it was different, he did not report the detailed process of winning to Shentu Qi.

Fortunately, the only thing to be thankful for is that the results are still good, and as for the process, no matter how unsightly, it doesn't seem so important.

They all know that although the dragon clan is at the end of the crossbow, but often at this time, it is also the most difficult to plan, no one knows, what kind of strength the dragon clan will have? Therefore, in their hearts, rash action is absolutely undesirable.

After Zhang Shou retreated, in the entire big tent, there was only that old Taoist and Shen Tu Qi left.

The old Taoist was still peaceful, as if he was more stable than Shentu Qi.

"Tomorrow's third level, you'll have to work. Shen Tu Qi said slowly, and there was no joy or sorrow in his tone.

The old Taoist nodded slightly, his silver hair fluttered, his green shirt shook, and he said calmly: "This Dao will do its best." ”

Shen Tu Qi looked at him silently and reminded: "Although you were recommended by Le Zheng Mingze, since you came, you should listen to my orders, and you must not come nonsense." ”

"This Tao does not like the world, and only wants to cultivate to be extraordinary, to get rid of the mortal womb, and to become a god. But for hundreds of years, my cultivation has been hindered, and I have not been able to go further. That's why I helped the God Emperor do things, and I want you to give me some advice, so naturally I won't come nonsense. The old Taoist replied slowly.

Shen Tu laughed loudly and explained: "As a human race, we lack our own advantages, neither can we be like the dragon clan, we are buried into gods beyond the sky, and we are not as good as the demon clan's divine bloodline and even the hegemon, as powerful as Si, even if the cultivation is low, we can also have superb, not as good as the fox clan, we are born with a quick body, extremely high understanding, and our keen power is even more extraordinary...... In short, when it comes to cultivation talent, our human race is really very low, you can hit such a cultivation, it has already been capped, if you want to go further, it is difficult!. ”

The old Taoist's expressionless face finally showed a look of disappointment, and after being stunned for a moment, he asked, "Lord Shenzun, who is also a human race, why can he become a god." ”

The voice fell, Shen Tu Qiqi was deeply stunned, the four characters of Tu Yao God Emperor everyone only knew that it contained countless glory and legends, everyone knew that he had guarded the Southwest Shenguan for hundreds of years with his own strength, and no evil demon dared to set foot in the Southwest Shenguan, and the people in the pass were protected for thousands of years, until a blue-eyed man was born, and he led the troops to wave his sword to repel the evil demon for tens of millions of miles, so far no evil demon dared to set foot on this continent. And everyone doesn't know how many hardships and hardships he has experienced from a human race to a world god emperor, only he knows.

After a long time, he spoke: "Don't you think that the people of our Heavenly Race are now above all races, and our strength is as high as the God King, and there are only a few God Emperors, but how many of them are completely of human blood? ”

The old Taoist's eyes became even more desperate, and after calming down, he asked again: "How can I break through?"

Seeing that he was so serious, Shen Tu Yanqi replied carefully: "Our human race, there are only two possibilities, one is to create one's own godhead and establish a divine position, which is basically something that the human race cannot do, and the other is to inherit other people's divine position, which is even more impossible." ”

Shen Tu's voice was subdued and frustrated, very convincing, giving people an irresistible feeling.

The old Taoist's eyes changed again, listening to this one after another is impossible, he seems to feel that after so many years of hard work, at this moment turned into a phantom and became a bubble.

"Why is it impossible?" the old man's voice was not as flat as usual, giving people a feeling of weakness.

"If you want to create your own godhead, you not only need to mobilize the vast heaven and earth vitality and train into a godhead, but also need a strong spiritual power, these people are beyond the reach of human beings, as for inheriting other people's gods, their own ability is secondary, the most important thing is the possibility of the godhead falling, the godhead is damaged, and at that time both sides can only burn physically and mentally to death, besides, this kind of thing, that god king, god emperor will do?"

Listening to one answer after another, his hundreds of years of rock-solid Dao heart cracked little by little, disintegrating little by little, at this moment he instantly seemed to be ten years old, his eyes were dull, his face was dead, his steps floated, and he swayed twice.

"Then there is no other way?" the old Taoist finally asked, this question was hoarse and dull, and looking at him, the white hair as thin as silver threads also seemed a little messy at the moment on his arm.

Seeing him in such a state, Shen Tu Qi knew the answer he had just given. For this old Taoist, it was like no wind and waves, and the flat ground was thundered, and it hit him hard.

Shen Tu Qi thought about it again and again, and after a long time, he suddenly realized and said: "There is another way, there are many strange powers in this world, if you get one of them, it will definitely be of great benefit to your cultivation." ”

Shen Tu Qi actually told a lie, he really couldn't bear to watch this old Taoist be depressed, there are indeed many mysterious powers in this world, but all things are cyclical and mutually reinforcing, this truth has always remained the same, although he thought of several mysterious powers that have completely disappeared, but it is still impossible to reach the state of becoming a god.

But his words injected a ray of light into the hope that the old Taoist was about to dry up. His eyes gradually returned to their former brilliance, and even the few sparse wrinkles on you seemed to disappear.

The old Taoist saluted slightly, thanked him, and walked out of the big tent with steady steps.

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Today, for the extraordinary performance of Da Xi Yaoshui. Mo Tear, Gou Jian, and Lin Xiaomu all applauded, but at this moment, the joy had passed, and then they became a little forward-looking.

When they thought about it, they laughed really well at the time, but at the moment they felt that they were really doing a bit too much, saying that people were not things for a while, and implicitly asking people to eat for a while, which no matter who it was, they couldn't bear it. And they actually endured it, that can only prove that there is a patriarch to protect them, once they leave the dragon clan, what will happen?

At that time, their idea was very simple, they were going to run away anyway, even if the scolded Celestial Clan Mission was bloody, what could they do? As long as they ran away, no one could find anyone, and naturally they would be fine.

But thinking about it at the moment, it seems that I thought about this matter simply, people are also members of the Celestial Clan, in case of a global wanted warrant or something, then this disaster will provoke us.

At this time, they felt very uneasy when they regained their composure. Even Gou Jian, this time it was the same. He laughed the most, and if you want to describe his smile at that time, it can really be described as a spit splash of laughter, drooling, smiling like a flower, and wheezing like a cow.

The four of them sat in a pile, with sad faces, looking at the small ones with big eyes, and sighing one after another.

"What should we do next?" Gou Jian also realized the crisis at the moment and asked.

"What else can I do? Run, of course. The words of ink tears blurted out, as if they had been prepared for a long time.

"But didn't the patriarch say it, wait for his news before running. Lin Xiaomu said, "The third level of the competition between the Heavenly Clan and the Dragon Clan has not yet begun, and we still have enough time to think about it in the long run." ”

Da Xi Yaoshui, who has always been cautious, said: "We can't sit still like this, although the patriarch said that we can leave at any time, what if he temporarily repents?" I think tomorrow, the most relevant thing for the entire dragon clan is the last competition, when they will definitely not be able to take care of us, that is the best time to escape, what do you think?"

They all think that Da Xi Yaoshui's analysis is very reasonable, so as not to have many dreams at night, it is better to run away as soon as possible, the Celestial Clan has been offended by them anyway, and the Dragon Clan does not know what attitude they have towards them, this situation, this condition, whoever does not run at that time is a fool.

Therefore, they reached a high degree of unanimity in their thoughts, and tomorrow, under the blue sky and white sun, they fled quietly.

It was late at night, and Mo Tear quietly walked out of the big tent, and the people patrolling outside basically knew him, and they didn't have too much vigilance against him.

This is what he has to do every night, and he whispers to He Sen, waving the tricks He Sen taught him the other day.

He Sen looked serious, but shook his head slightly, giving the most pertinent evaluation, diligent, hardworking, but extremely dull.

As a cultivator, talent is very important, although sometimes diligence can make up for clumsiness, but clumsiness to the state of ink tears, He Sen feels that it is really rare.

"Master, what do you think of what I'm doing?" Mo Tear asked with an anxious smile just after dancing the sword.

He Sen looked at him with anticipation on his face, thinking in his heart that the dance was messy and miserable, and it really insulted the superb swordsmanship I taught you.

But he didn't say this in his mouth, he didn't want to hit this stupid apprentice, although this apprentice has a thick enough face and strong enough psychological endurance, and he has been scolded and scolded in the past few days, if he can beat people, I'm afraid he would have already started to beat him, but his talent is really dull, and he can only praise him at this time, lest he give up even this bit of hard work.

He Sen hesitated for a moment, suddenly clapped his hands, and said happily: "Okay, dancing well, quite a master's style." ”

This is probably the first time he has said such undesirable words, and he himself feels that these words are really shameless, but for the sake of this stupid apprentice, he will endure it.

Mo Tear could see at a glance that He Sen was lying, he knew that he was not dancing well, but he was not discouraged, he believed that practice makes perfect.

"Master, can you say something a little more false? Looking at your smiling face, with a hint of embarrassment, anyone with eyes can see that you are lying. I'm willing to listen to the truth, and I'll tell the truth in the future. Mo tear revealed his lie, and what he said was called a righteous statement.

He Sen was directly blinded by him, thinking that the old man had never told a lie in his life. For you stinky boy! I told the first lie in my life, and I was scolded by you kid.

"Okay, you want to hear the truth, don't you? He Sen said excitedly.

The voice fell, the ink tears were serious, standing upright, and looking deaf.

He Sen was about to open his mouth to squirt, but finally sighed and said, "Stinky boy, don't practice quickly, don't want to be lazy." ”

Ink tears moved when he heard the sound, and he swung his sword, and in the open space, the sound of the wind was still the same, but it was more fierce and awe-inspiring than before