"Some people are like the sun, even if they are extinguished, they will always rise again, I know that he is such an existence, since he can't escape forever, why not educate him and let him get a real new life."

The monk suddenly laughed.

"You are full of anger, and your desire to kill is too strong, how can you educate him."

Yang Tso nodded solemnly.

"What the predecessors said is not unreasonable, but there is no one in the barbarian past, and there are very few people who know his identity, and I really can't find a second person who can educate him."

The monk lowered his head and thought for a moment, then looked at Yang Cuo and said, "If you want, I can try." ”

"There are too many ancestors in the Barbarian Ancient Enemy, since they are all killings, what is the difference between you and me."

"Yes, we are all burdened with saddles."

The monk waved his hand, the wind and sand receded, and Yang Tso glanced sideways at Wesley.

"You're still there?"

"I finally worshipped the teacher, but I have to stay for you to collect the body."

The monk shook his head and smiled.

"How do you know he's not my match?"

Wesley looked the monk up and down, and then said slowly, "He has never been afraid, you are the first person I have ever seen to make him afraid." ”

The monk glanced sideways at Yang Cuo.

"Your master should be Wenliang Palace, right?"

"It used to be."

The monk looked at Yang Cuo suspiciously.

"It seems that there are a lot of stories going on in the Barbarian Ancients."

"The predecessors came to the ancient world, just to listen to the story?"

The monk bowed his head and smiled.

"Naturally not, I came to Mangu to find someone."

"Oh, I don't know what the seniors are looking for?"

"Anxia."

Wesley's eyebrows furrowed.

"I've heard this name, in Tiandu, she seems to be the princess of the Kingdom of Clouds."

"The Land of Clouds." The monk's face was solemn, "The country of clouds you are talking about, but the country of clouds of the white jade toad." ”

"Bai," Wei Sry paused suddenly, he was a little apprehensive in his heart, in the entire wasteland, the person who could call Bai Wushen by his full name, he only knew Wen Liang Palace, and this powerful guy in front of him was undoubtedly the second Wei Sry had seen.

"There is only one cloud country in the ancient barbarians, they have disappeared for hundreds of years, and recently someone has rediscovered them with the army of Zhuohua."

"The Scorching Army?" The monk nodded with interest, "I wonder who this new monarch of the Cloud Country is?" ”

"Clouds."

The monk glanced at Wesley with some surprise.

"They are actually married, it seems that Lei Luo's worries are a little redundant."

"Seniors know them."

The monk nodded slightly.

"They come from the Great Wilderness, I was entrusted by people, and I came to the Barbarian Ancient to see how they lived?"

"They look like they're going to be doing well."

Weiss didn't have a trace of fear for the monk, just like when he first met Yang Cuo, something seemed to have been engraved in his bones, no matter what he forgot, he still had fearless capital.

"It seems that there is something uneasy about the ancient times today."

Yang Cuo looked at the monk, and after a long time he replied: "Since the seniors know that the barbarian ancient is not peaceful, then ask the seniors to leave early, the current barbarian ancient can't help but slaughter for the second time." ”

The monk looked at Yang Tso and smiled.

"You're a nice young man, you have what I looked like when I was younger, but sometimes, you don't have to kill, and you might be able to defuse the real hatred in another way."

"Another way?"

Yang Cuo looked at the monk with some confusion, and there was some scattered mist around him, and the monk suddenly became alert.

"Senior, it seems that your enemy has come to the door."

The monk nodded slightly.

"I'm here to fight, not to fight, if you have to fight, then I won't hide, it's just that this matter has nothing to do with these two little brothers, can you let them go."

"Hahaha~"

A shrill laugh struck, and Yang Cuo's brows tightened, this laughter, he had heard thirty years ago.

"The stinky monk of the Great Wilderness, as well as the rebels of Tiandu, if my Heavenly Spirit can exterminate the two of you at the same time, then in the future, no one will dare not listen to my Heavenly Spirit's orders."

"Heavenly Spirit?"

Yang Tso lowered his head and thought for a moment, and then asked, "How many of them are the five major sacrifices from the Heavenly Spirit?" ”

The rain and mist flashed, and in the vast dense forest, some faint light suddenly rose, surrounding the monks little by little.

"The sacrifice of the heavenly spirits?" The monk's face was gloomy, "When I duel with Bai Yuchan on Tianji Mountain, it was a few of you who plotted against us." ”

Wesley silently ducked behind Yang Tso, the bloodthirsty sword already hissing, and it sensed a powerful murderous aura.

"Senior, the five great sacrifices of the Heavenly Spirit never show up, and when they came here this time, they must have placed a formation nearby in advance."

The monk turned his head to look at them.

"There's still a chance to leave now, I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, and the cultivation of these five guys seems to have improved a lot."

"Want to escape?"

A secret voice came, the rain and mist rose again, and Yang Cuo's sword slashed through the air, and no one in the barbarian world could trap Yang Cuo who wanted to leave.

"You can't fight hard, there's something wrong with this fog."

Before the monk could stop it, Yang Cuo's sword had already split through the rain and mist. The sky gradually changed, and the black clouds of the nine days slowly gathered, and Wesley hid behind Yang Tso, he only felt a little uncomfortable in his chest, as if the beast was gradually waking up after sleeping for a long time.

"Senpai, what is this?"

"Destroying the Immortal Array." The monk's eyebrows tightened, he had only seen this kind of formation in ancient books, and it was rumored that it had the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, but the real immortal destruction array had not appeared for nearly a thousand years.

"This is a forbidden method, how can the sacrifice of the heavenly spirit be such an evil technique?"

Yang Cuo held the sword in his hand, although the demonic nature was everywhere, the justice in his heart would never fade because of his demonic nature.

"By the Demon Realm!"

The monk glanced at Yang Cuo in some surprise.

"In the next life, if you can get out of here alive today, your inner demons may be completely resolved."

"Really?"

Yang smiled wickedly.

"I've been in the Demon Dao for decades, and I'm used to being hunted down and killed, so if I really get rid of the demons in my heart, I shouldn't be able to adapt to them."

"You're free-spirited, but I like it."

As soon as the monk's voice fell, a distant Sanskrit sound suddenly sounded, it was a magic weapon that Wuchen had abandoned for hundreds of years, a seal came from the sky, and the scepter in the monk's hand exuded a golden light.

"What is this?"

Wesley clutched his chest, his headache splitting, some vague memories flashing through his mind.

"Rulai Seal!"

Wesley's eyes were red, and he straightened up a little under the mighty Wia.

"Do you remember me?"

The monk glanced back at Wesley.

"The stability of the ancient times should not be determined by you outsiders!"

Yang Tso glanced back at Wesley in some surprise.

"Are you recovered?"

The monk also glanced Weisley up and down.

"He hasn't fully recovered, but his sense of self-protection has been stimulated under strong pressure, and it's not yet a recovery."

"Wuchen, today you re-enter the Barbarian Ancient, but in order to complete the bet with Bai Yuchan?"

The monk ignored Wesley and continued to look intently at the thunderclouds in the sky.

"Senpai, there won't be a problem, right?" Yang Co looked at the monk and asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, there's no problem."

As soon as the monk raised his hand, the golden Buddha seal flashed, and before Wesley could dodge, he was knocked unconscious.

"Why is he here?"

The old man's voice came again, and Yang Cuo hugged Wesley, then turned back to the monk and said, "Senior, open the way." ”

The monk nodded, and in an instant, the Buddha's light shone, and few people had ever seen a dustless magic weapon, and since he entered the wasteland, the last time he used this magic weapon was when he was in a duel with the white jade toad.

"What is the magic weapon in this guy's hand, how can it be so strong?"

Secretly, the five high priests of the Heavenly Spirit Clan were whispering, and they were full of doubts about the magic weapon in the monk's hand.

"The last time I was in Tianji Mountain, I suspected that without the support of a powerful magic weapon, he would not have been able to take on so many moves under Bai Yuchan's hands."

"Hundreds of years have passed, and this magic weapon seems to be getting stronger and stronger, just like this monk."

Several high priests of the Heavenly Spirits were silently urging the Immortal Destruction Array, while Yang Cuo followed behind the monk with Weisley in his arms. Yang Cuo knew in his heart that no one could trap the monk in the Barbarian Ancients, and the person who could once be comparable to him was trapped in Tianji Mountain forever.

"Senior, this is just the first meeting gift left by Mangu for you, there are many more in the future, you have to be careful along the way."

As soon as Yang Cuo's words fell, the sword in his hand cut a crack in the air, and before the Heavenly Spirit's high priests could even react, Yang Cuo had already disappeared from their field of vision with Wei Silie.

"This kid's comprehension in cultivation is much stronger than his master."

The monk looked at the departing figure of Yang Cuo and couldn't help muttering. He knew Yang Cuo too well, and even though they had only really met for the first time, the monk understood that Yang Cuo had the shadow of his past, and he was also spurned by outsiders because of his murderous nature.

The monk knew that Yang Cuo, like him, could survive in this world because of their incomparably powerful cultivation. And the only thing that is different seems to be the belief that supports them to live.

The seal in the monk's hand swallowed the thunderclouds in the air little by little, and the faces of the five people who urged the formation became more and more embarrassed.

"Senior brother, I can't stand it, this guy is much stronger than we thought."

"Yes! Big brother, let's withdraw. ”

Under the white robe, the high priest of the Heavenly Spirit let out a long sigh, and several white shadows flashed, and the Immortal Destroying Array completely collapsed.

The monk stood in place, the ancient demonic energy always made him a little uneasy, after many years, the monk used this magic weapon again, but he felt a little powerless, perhaps because he was far away from the temple, the monk always felt that his Dharma was not as pure as before.