Wang Yan was not interested in contacting them, so he refused and continued to search.

He knew that the Ancient One Mage must have noticed him, but how to get the other party to take the initiative to show up was a big problem.

While thinking, he turned around and walked into the small alley next to him, and behind him were a few ill-intentioned poison printers.

"It's really not a long memory, have you forgotten how your capital, Delhi, became New Delhi?"

Looking at the seven or eight poisonous people who were surrounded by the front and back, Wang Yan's face was full of disdain.

These Indian poisoners are stupid, greedy, shameless and despicable, and they are even worse than the people of the United States.

"Hand over the box in your hand......"

"Fuck you!"

Seeing that there were many people on his side, seven or eight people who printed poison immediately decided to rob Wang Yan.

However, before he could finish his sentence, a twenty-six-centimeter-long foot kicked him in the face.

"Bang!"

This kick was so powerful that the head of the poison man was kicked and deformed. The black body fell to the ground, and with a trace of dirty blood flowing out of the seven orifices, his body also twitched unconsciously.

Seeing that his companion was beaten before he could make a move, the remaining few people trembled with fright, and turned their heads to escape.

It's just that Wang Yan is not the kind of person who is particularly good at talking, and if the robbery is not successful, he wants to leave safely? How can there be such a good thing in the world?

"Bang bang bang!"

A series of muffled grunts rang out, followed by screams of pain all over the floor.

Wang Yan didn't kill them, but he made them more painful than death.

All the bones of the limbs are comminuted and fractured, and even if you are lucky enough to recover, you will not want to do strenuous exercise in the future.

"This friend, you must be too ruthless!"

A man in a black robe came out of the corner and said to Wang Yan.

"There is a saying in Huaxia that it is necessary to eliminate evil, and if I didn't kill them, I was already giving face to Master Gu Yi and his followers."

Seeing the black-robed man appear, a smile appeared on the corner of Wang Yan's mouth.

This is Mo Du, the apprentice of the Ancient One Mage, a strong and brave but extremely stubborn man.

"Interesting! Aren't you looking for Kama Taj? Follow me! ”

After saying that, Mo Du turned around and walked towards another alley next to him, while Wang Yan followed closely behind.

"Isn't it a little disappointed? Very different from what you imagined? ”

Standing in front of an extremely inconspicuous small house, Mordo asked with a smile.

"The mountain is not high, but the name of the immortal. The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. The place where the Ancient One Master is is Kama Taj. ”

Wang Yan patted his ass without being salty.

In fact, this can't be regarded as sycophancy, this village only exists because of the ancient mage, and the believers of those different countries also gathered here because of him.

"Huaxia is really a country of wisdom."

Mordo shook his head, pushed the door open and walked inside.

This house doesn't look big on the outside, and it's only about a hundred square meters at the top, but when you go in, you find that it's surprisingly big inside.

Simple, heavy, with a sense of vicissitudes, but not the slightest bit of old age.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, traveler from the outside."

There was no mage Hamir in a Taoist robe, nor the bald Gu Yi in the movie, but a white-bearded old man appeared in front of him.

Old and vast, time has left its mark on his face, but it will never be able to break him.

"You're the Ancient One?"

Wang Yan asked, his tone a little hesitant.

"Isn't it different from the ancient one you remembered? Everything is illusory, only you are real. ”

The Ancient One mage smiled, "I see confusion in you, and I also see fear. What are you afraid of? A god on high? Still is...... That terrifying being so powerful and mysterious that it is impossible to recognize? ”

"You...... What the hell do you know......

Gu Yi's words made Wang Yan's face tremble, although he didn't say it explicitly, he still understood the true meaning of the other party's hidden words.

"I know what you know, and I know what you don't know."

Ancient One Mage pointed to the chair in front of him and motioned for Wang Yan to sit down, "The power of the gods is not invincible, let alone some of the lowest gods. ”

"What exactly is a god? Jade emperor? Oh, God? ”

Hearing Gu Yi's words, Wang Yan couldn't help but ask.

"Neither!"

The Ancient One mage shook his head, "If you have a request, you can call it a god." ”

"Responsive? I don't understand! ”

"Gods are born of the faith of man or other intelligent beings, formless, but real. You can understand it as a soul, or as a rule, or even as a machine for equal exchange. ”

The words of the ancient first mage were not in a hurry, but when he heard Wang Yan's ears, a huge wave was set off.

"The gods actually appeared because of the faith of human beings!"

Wang Yan remembered the words that came to his mind when he first came to this world, "The gods betrayed his followers, causing countless strong people to perish in the desolation."

No wonder they want to hunt the gods, it turned out to be this reason.

In Wang Yan's heart, he always thought that the Jade Emperor, Sanqing, and Rulai were gods, and as a god hunter, he would be enemies of these legendary almost omnipotent immortals in the future, and he would try his best to kill them.

But after hearing the words of the Ancient One Mage, Wang Yan understood that things were not as bad as he imagined.

The Jade Emperor aside, the Taishang Laojun in the Three Qing Dynasty and the Buddhist Shakyamuni have really existed in history, and even many Chinese immortals can find their traces in the history books.

If what the Ancient One Master said was true, and that the gods were not sealed by the ancients after their deaths, but were born by the faith of human beings, then the situation in the future would be much better.

After thinking about it for a while, Wang Yan felt that this was very likely.

Because the Marvel world is completely fictional, the United States was founded by a group of fugitives and robbers, and there is a real history of chicken feathers.

But then again, what kind of existence was the Ancient One Mage who told Wang Yan all this?

"You know a lot about me, as you can imagine, my body is so fragile that even a boxer who has been training for a few years can beat me. But my soul is so powerful that even Dormammu, who rules the dark universe, can't compare to me. ”

It seemed that he had guessed Wang Yan's thoughts, and perhaps he could read Wang Yan's thoughts, and before Wang Yan could speak, the Ancient One Master took the first step to answer his doubts.

"I know what you're here for, and I can help you too."

"So what do I have to give? I don't believe in pie in the sky! Not to mention the fellow when he sees the fellow, thank God for not stabbing him in the back.

Wang Yan sighed, as the saying goes, if you have gains, you must lose, and if you want to get them, you must lose.