Except for the previous memory, everything that followed was said by the tomb keeper to be pretty much the same, but the memory only ended when he stepped into the Holy Dao, and the remaining inheritance had been sealed, and a trace of helplessness flashed in Wu Tian's eyes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It is estimated that his master, who calculated his arrival millions of years ago, has already calculated everything for him, and only when his strength breaks through can he get all the inheritance.

Looking at the yellow spring water in front of him, a glimmer of light flashed in Wu Tian's eyes, and the body of that person was under the yellow spring here, and then the figure moved and came to the shore.

The previous words have never sounded again, it seems that all the things that should be done have been done, and there is no trace of disappearing, and Wu Tian doesn't care about this, after all, some responsibilities have already been doomed.

Just like the position where he first came in, Wu Tian's eyes showed the entire Yellow Spring Land, and then a trace of complexity fell on his face, countless people wanted to come here for millions of years, but in the end, he was cheap.

"Who would have thought that the world is like this, and maybe you didn't expect it to be passed on again in this era."

Wu Tian bowed lightly to the yellow spring water in front of him, and then turned to leave, leaving the quiet Yellow Spring Land alone, but Wu Tian didn't notice that behind the departure, a figure gradually emerged, in the center of the yellow spring water, although there was no life, but it gave people the feeling that they were sleeping.

"Is it out? Little master! ”

Just as Wu Tian walked out of the land of Yellow Springs, a smile flashed on the face of the previous grave keeper and greeted him, without a trace of disobedience to the change of title.

"I've seen Huang Lao!"

Wu Tian said with a hint of respect, through memory he also knew the origin of the old man in front of him, it was originally a bamboo flute instrument spirit, but for some reason it produced spiritual wisdom, and was later recovered by his master and became a weapon.

Later, in a battle at the peak, he blocked the fatal damage for him and fell into a deep sleep, knowing that he only slowly recovered later, it can be said that the old man in front of him is the witness of the Huangquan Dao, and at the same time can become the weapon of the peak powerhouse, and his own strength is at least the existence of the Holy Dao level.

"Since the old man followed the old master, he has taken Huang as his surname, and the little master can be called whatever he wants." A look of satisfaction flashed in Old Huang's eyes.

Even if he certainly didn't want Wu Tian to become that kind of ruthless and unrighteous person, after all, although his master looked cold on the outside and didn't take sentient beings in his eyes, he knew that this was just a superficial phenomenon.

In fact, deep down in his heart, he has his own fetters, but there are some actions that no one has noticed, and he knows it silently by his side.

"Huang Lao, I don't know if you can send me away?"

A wry smile flashed in Wu Tian's eyes, because he suddenly found that it didn't seem so easy to leave, which was probably easier to come in and harder to get out.

Because after entering, he found that the escape technique no longer worked, but he didn't care about it before, and now he has to face this problem if he wants to leave.

"It's natural for the little master to leave if he wants to, but the old man has already prepared a few gifts for the little master, and there is one more thing that the old master left for you."

The joy on Huang Lao's face has never faded, although he said that the power of dusk is ominous before, in fact, it is just a test of Wutian, if it is not easy to come to the owner of the power of dusk, if he fails in the land of Huangquan in the end, he can only be helpless.

Fortunately, Wu Tian persevered and got the most important inheritance of the Huangquan lineage, and after millions of years, it was time for them to be born.

As for the prosperous world outside, he was faintly excited, and the result obtained by the master all the way millions of years ago was not joy, but helplessness, because the era he was in was just an ordinary era, and there were no opponents worthy of his shot, so that he missed many opportunities to improve himself.

Now in this prosperous era, I believe that compared to millions of years ago, the little master can retake the path of the master millions of years ago, fight the demons in those eras, and lay the legend of the Yellow Springs lineage.

"Gifts?!"

A puzzle flashed in Wu Tian's eyes, and then he thought about the fact that the Huangquan lineage was a force that had been inherited for at least a million years, although in fact there were only two generations, but presumably when his master was at his peak, he should have collected a lot of things.

"The first one is a bamboo flute, I believe that the little master has inherited a lot of exercises from the old master, and naturally a weapon is indispensable." Huang Lao's phantom moved in mid-air, and a bamboo flute gently floated from afar, and then fell into Wu Tian's hand.

Although the bamboo flute is bland, even more simple than the ordinary bamboo flute, but Wu Tian does not underestimate it, and can let the old man in front of him shoot as a gift, things are definitely not so simple.

"Little master, don't underestimate it, this bamboo flute was made from the broken remnants of my body, and its material is that the Holy Dao cannot be broken, compared to the holy relics, and with the moves of our Huangquan vein, the power is increased by at least one layer, of course, because of the lack of cultivation of the little master, the old servant has been sealed, and it can be unlocked when the strength arrives."

Huang Lao seems to want Wu Tian to pay attention to it, to put it bluntly, sometimes a weapon doesn't have to be expensive, but you must know all his functions.

"Thank you, Elder Huang, for bothering."

Wu Tian's eyes showed a hint of joy and said, although he didn't use a weapon, it didn't mean that he wouldn't use it, the most important thing was that he didn't find a suitable weapon, this bamboo flute came just right.

"The little master has said that for millions of years, the old man has just prepared something." A hint of modesty fell on Huang Lao's face, after all, he had prepared these things a long time ago, but some of them needed to be precipitated over time.

"This second piece is also an old preparation, it is a light shirt, but this light shirt is indeed different, it is made of the legendary nine-winged golden silkworm king silk, and the level has reached the level of the Holy Dao, which can reduce a lot of damage."

"Nine-winged Golden Silkworm King?!"

Wu Tian muttered, and then a piece of information flashed in his mind, the Nine-Winged Golden Silkworm King, which is said to be a creature millions of years ago, but later became extinct for unknown reasons, but he didn't expect this to be a real existence.

"That generation of Golden Silkworm Kings didn't have the strength to want to jump out of the chessboard, so it led to extinction." Huang Lao seemed to know what Wu Tian was thinking, and then said.

After the words fell, Wu Tian immediately understood the reason, all worlds are like chess, chess players are the existence of those peak races, first-class existences can only barely protect themselves, and the rest can only be used as chess pieces.

"The last one is left by the old master, and the old servant can't see through what the function is."

"Can't even Huang Lao see through it?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Wu Tian's eyes, after all, the old man in front of him had amazing experience, and there were even things that he couldn't see through, which couldn't help but make him interested in his heart. (To be continued.) )