Wang Daoming set off in the morning, and now it is noon, the sky is cloudless and the sun is shining, but there is still a thick layer of snow on the ground.

Under the sun, the white fur of the snow elephant reflects the brilliance of the sun, which looks a little dazzling, like a sacred beast in myths and legends.

"Such a big guy, I'm afraid the strength is incredible!"

"In the legend of the Putuo tribe, the snow elephant has the blood of the god elephant flowing in its body, and the god elephant is a divine beast that suppresses hell, so the snow elephant also has the ability to subdue demons!" Zuo Jun held a booklet in his hand and muttered quietly, the booklet was a travel brochure, and what was written on it was what Zuo Jun had just muttered.

"Legend has it that the holy master of the Putuo tribe is the messenger of the gods, who can reach heaven and earth and communicate with all things, could it be that he wants to communicate with this snow elephant and let it take the initiative to get out of the way?!" On the other side, in Li Qianqian's group, the man carrying the camera whispered.

"It's very likely, this big guy is at least twenty tons, close to forty thousand catties, and his strength is incredible, can the Holy Master still drag this big guy away?!" His companion responded, "It's a pity that the above doesn't allow this kind of anecdote to be broadcast, otherwise, our episode of the show will definitely be a big hit!" ”

"I don't know what the above thinks!" The young man shook his head, puzzled.

"The above stipulates that the broadcast program must conform to the core values of federalism, otherwise it will be all 404, who calls the first core value is: Zi Bu is strange and confused, this is what the Confucian sage said, I heard that the president of Confucianism is a disciple of Confucianism, in order to please the president, and for convenience, it is directly one-size-fits-all, and the above is comfortable, but it is just bitter for those people below!" The man carrying the camera also sighed, as if he knew everything very well.

The young man shook his head: "When it comes to freedom of speech, in the end, don't talk about state affairs!" ”

"Moo!"

At this moment, a sudden sound of elephant cry sounded, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

In the horrified eyes of everyone, the snow elephant that looked like a small mountain flew up directly, and flew in the air for more than ten seconds before landing a few hundred meters away.

After falling to the ground, the snow elephant shook for a while, and then stood up and staggered into the mountain forest, apparently unharmed.

"This is the power that people can have?!"

This was on the minds of almost everyone present.

The snow elephant was thrown out by someone, and the elephant was thrown by a thin old man, the old man looked about seventy or eighty years old, very thin, and the skin exposed was full of wrinkles, it was hard to imagine that such a thin body could burst out with such a powerful force!

The old man was dressed in a white robe, his silver-white hair was neatly combed, his eyes were deeply sunken, and there seemed to be no flesh and blood on his face.

Under the sun, the old man's silver-white hair shone with golden brilliance, making his face a little more divine majesty, like a saint descending from the heavenly realm, making people want to bow and worship!

Seeing the old man, the boys and girls of the Putuo tribe bowed down one after another, and they respected the old man very much.

When Wang Daoming saw this scene, he thought of the story of the elephant thrown by Sakyamuni in his previous life, saying that when Sakyamuni was a prince in the past, when he worshipped the Buddha for a day, the giant elephant blocked the way, and Shakyamuni lifted the elephant's trunk and threw it up, and the sun fell in three days!

In his previous life, Wang Daoming just regarded this story as a story, and had no other ideas, after all, even if it was the highest Dan Dao in the martial arts, it was impossible to have the great power of throwing elephants.

Now what this old man is doing is similar to what Sakyamuni did in the story, Wang Daoming feels that Shakyamuni in his previous life may be a powerful practitioner!

It is not difficult to throw an elephant, with Wang Daoming's current strength, he may not be able to throw the snow elephant in this world, but if it is replaced by an ordinary elephant in his previous life, he may not have the strength to throw it.

The difference between the physiques of the human beings in the two worlds is too great, coupled with the difference in martial arts and environment, the physical strength developed by the same realm cannot be the same at all!

Just when Wang Daoming's mind was turning, the old man had already walked towards Wang Daoming, and there were still five steps away from Wang Daoming, the old man suddenly knelt down, knocked on the ground with his head, and said in a square federal language: "I don't know that the young god is coming, I can't meet it from afar, and I hope the young god will forgive!" ”

At the same time as the old man knelt on the ground, a group of boys and girls of the Putuo tribe also knelt down at the same time, and shouted in unison in Putuo: "Jiemaya!" ”

When Zuo Jun saw this posture, he was so frightened that he hit the ground with a butt, not knowing what was going on.

Even Li Qianqian and his party were a little pale, and they didn't know what to do, mainly because the power of the old man just now was too terrifying, just like a god, but now, the godman suddenly knelt down.

The young man among the three asked Li Qianqian in a low voice, "Sister Li, what are they talking about?!" ”

Of the three people present, only Li Qianqian understood the language of the Putuo people.

"They're shouting: Less God!" Li Qianqian responded, but her eyes were on Wang Daoming, and she secretly said in her heart: "Could it be that this person is really a supernatural person, relying on supernatural powers to fool the people of the Putuo tribe and respect him as a god?!" ”

But then, she overturned her guess just now, the power shown by the old man just now is definitely not worse than that of the supernatural person, it can be seen that the old man is not an ignorant mortal.

Involuntarily, an absurd thought emerged in Li Qianqian's heart: "Could it be that there is really a god in the world?!" ”

"High Priest, get up, the six generations don't like this kind of red tape, and I don't like it either!" Wang Daoming waved his hand, knowing that the old man recognized his identity.

The old man is a priest, a priest recognized by the Origin Heavenly Demon, the priest serves the gods, and the god that the old man serves is the Origin Heavenly Demon!

Although the old man is not a void path, he is also a not bad master who ignited the fire of pure yang, and he doesn't know what means the Origin Heavenly Demon used, and the old man's belief in the Origin Heavenly Demon is extremely pious.

Hearing Wang Daoming's words, the old man finally stood up and asked, "These outsiders do this?!" ”

When he said this, the old man's tone was solemn, which made Zuo Jun and Li Qianqian stand on end, a great terror grew in their hearts, they had never felt that death was so close to them!

"Ignore it!" Wang Daoming waved his hand, "I want to take a look at the reincarnation monument and take me over!" ”

The old man said respectfully: "Young God, please come with me!" ”

On the streets of Putuo Village, people came and went, but seeing that the old men all got out of the way, and after walking for more than ten minutes, a huge altar appeared in Wang Daoming's eyes.

From afar, Wang Daoming could see that a black stone tablet stood in the center of the altar, simple and unpretentious, but with a sense of immortality.

Stepping on the altar, Wang Daoming finally saw the whole picture of the stone stele, about a zhang high, only one side has an inscription, which reads: "See the dead in reincarnation!" ”