Ye Han looked at his appearance quietly, seemed to be a lot satisfied, nodded slightly, and said.

[As long as you don't have two hearts, the Taisha Devouring Ghost Array will never be activated, I know that you are the last generation of the Jade God Sect, as long as you work wholeheartedly, it is not impossible to teach you the complete cultivation method]

[The Xuantian Dao Sect is in ruins, although the sect dojo is hanging in the nine heavens, and it does not want to be involved with the world, in order to fill the disciples, it has to send the disciples back to the world to recruit good talents]

[It's just that the cultivation of my newly recruited disciples is too low, and even if he has the guidance of this seat, it is difficult to walk in the world. There is no cliff, for the sake of you and him still having a love of incense, you will follow him for a while]

As this indifferent and grand voice echoed in the void, in front of the door of the main hall, a surging gray mist suddenly gathered, and as an invisible spatial fluctuation spread, a figure slowly condensed.

Wu Yazi turned his head to look at it, and couldn't help but widen his eyes. It seems that even the prohibitions set on him have forgotten a lot, and he is a little overwhelmed by surprise for a while.

"You...... Still alive?"

Ye Han walked out of the gray mist, and suddenly heard such a greeting, and couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

The meaning of this old boy's words, could it be that he thinks that I can't live? Actually, it's right to think about it, after Wu Yazi pit him into the altar, he didn't expect that the spirit of the Qing Ying Dao Sword suddenly recovered, and his own consciousness was suppressed in an instant, and he didn't know anything about what happened afterward.

He didn't know much about Ye Han, so naturally he didn't know that Ye Han had systematic help, although he knew that Ye Han had a strange method to take away the bones of Dugu Sword, but he would never have thought that Ye Han actually had a secret method like refining the Heavenly Corpse Puppet.

Because of this, when he faced the Dugu Sword, although he could detect some familiarity, he never saw that the white-haired sword immortal with a cold expression was the skeleton of the Sword King who was suppressed in the ice and snow at the beginning.

In his expectation, Ye Han should have been refined into nothingness in that altar, and when he woke up again, he didn't even know how many years had passed.

The Qing Ying Dao Sword he kept was a quasi-Dao weapon after all, even in the big sects, it was very rare.

In this mountain gate cave heaven, as long as there are martial artists, it is naturally impossible to resist the temptation of this treasure, and the martial king who cultivates to the sky may not be enough to suppress a quasi-dao weapon.

However, if there are a sufficient number of warriors to take charge, they can be forcibly subdued if they are willing to pay a certain price.

What's more, Dugu Jian, who is now in charge of the Qingying Dao Sword, is also a cultivator who has cultivated to the heavens and entered the Dao King, and with the divine power of the Dao Martial King, it is not surprising to subdue it.

It's just that he didn't expect that Ye Han, who he thought had turned into ashes, was still alive and well, and even came to this temple, which symbolized the supreme divine power, and appeared in front of him in another capacity.

Supreme Disciple!

The corners of Ye Han's eyes twitched slightly, and he didn't pay attention to the Dugu Sword that was suspended in the air, but gave a disciple salute to the divine seat above the first place, calling him a master and being very respectful.

In the eyes of Wu Yazi, there was nothing unusual on the throne, and he was still shrouded in a thick gray mist. I can't see the shape of the body at all.

It's just that he can't know that the person who was sitting on the throne just now has now come to him, removing all protection, and there is only a phantom on the throne, maintaining an unfathomable image.

This is the method that Ye Han thought of, the sect master of the Xuantian Dao Sect and the Han King from the Han Yu Dynasty are two completely different identities, and Ye Han is not prepared to confuse them.

But there must be a connection between the two of them, and the name between master and apprentice is naturally enough to maintain the bond between these two identities.

The Xuantian Dao Sect will be the backer behind the Han Wangfu, and whoever wants to move him in the future will have to weigh one or two. And the Han Wangfu is constantly sending fresh blood to the Xuantian Dao Sect to recuperate for this Xuanmen.

What Ye Han is doing now is to let these two identities appear in front of Wu Yazi at the same time, one is black-faced and the other is white-faced, only by being relaxed can he completely make the person in front of him obey the order.

Above the temple on the top of the mountain, boundless gray swept indefinitely, and the throne and human figures in it were quickly obscured, and they could no longer be seen clearly.

The silence of this ancient mountain gate has returned, and this silence cannot be receded overnight.

After all, at this time, the martial artists in the sect are only a few palms, and they alone can't support such a huge mountain gate. Xuantian Dao Sect still has a long way to go.

In the distant capital of the Hanyu Emperor, the huge city that was already close to the third watch seemed very quiet.

Standing in the far north, this huge metropolis is like a miracle between heaven and earth, and the towering city walls and the formations that reach the sky all tell the glorious history it has experienced.

At this time, there was not much noise coming from inside the wall, and most of the people had fallen asleep, except for the guards who were keeping watch at night and the defenders who were guarding the walls.

Tong Tong Tong .........

With a few dull knocks, an elderly watchman turned out of the street, and suddenly came into contact with the cold wind of this far north, and couldn't help but shiver, tightened the cotton clothes on his body, and it took a long time to ease up.

"It's dry......... Watch out for the candles!"

The old man's voice spread all around, and when the old man saw that there was no one around, he casually untied a small gourd from his waist that was not too conspicuous, pulled out the stopper, brought it to his mouth, and poured it twice.

At this moment, his face, which had been frozen white from the cold, immediately became rosy again, and with a loud burp, a strong smell of wine came out of his mouth.

"His grandmother has a leg, why is this hellish day getting colder and colder?"

He had spent most of his life in this city, and he thought he was used to the extreme cold of the north, but the cold of the days was still unbearable for him.

Like a hidden treasure, the old man stuffed the gourd, which was not much bigger than a slap, back into his waist, tightened the shabby cotton clothes on his body, and walked down again in the cold wind.

This gourd old wine is his treasure, if it weren't for this thing, how could he hold on to the night shift at his current age.

It's not a good job, but at his age, there's not much work left to make ends meet.

But after seeing the precarious hunters outside the city, he was satisfied with his work, and he was the one who lived in the city anyway.

And it's still in the imperial capital, no matter what, at least your life is worry-free. This is at the feet of the king, and it is the most noble person in the entire Far North, who dares to spread wilderness here?