The young man departed, taking with him the corpse of the Red Golden Tiger

It took a while for Han Yi to dare to come out, Han Yi dared to come out, looking at a messy forest, silent. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThis is the gap in strength, the strong is always the protagonist, and the weak is the spectator after all.

However, this battle opened Han Yi's eyes, and this was also the first time to witness the battle between the strong, and the water in the lake ended only a little, and only when it flowed into the sea would he understand the vastness of the world.

As for the benefits of fishermen, only strong people are qualified to be fishermen. For the hypocritical young man Han Yi could only grit his teeth and rejoice in the air, but he didn't expect the hypocritical young man to really take everything, not even a tiger hair left, it turns out that Han Yi is not a good fisherman, the snipe and the clam fight, and the fisherman may not necessarily benefit. The only pity is that fifth-order elixir, it is too wasteful, and thinking about it makes Han Yi worry.

"Han Yi, do you crave strength?"

"Of course, I want to have the strength to make myself better survive. Although I don't know what the teacher means, Han Yi still answered truthfully.

"From now on I will teach you the truth, but you must promise me one thing. Shi Lao said solemnly.

Although he didn't know if the teacher needed his help, Han Yi nodded seriously.

"Did you see the dragon phantom just now?"

"I saw it, it was very majestic, very solemn, and gave people a sense of arrogance. ”

Shi Lao did not answer, and Han Yi did not speak.

After a while, Shi Lao spoke: "The first time I encountered it, it was similar to yours, and I felt the same way, I could feel its contempt and disdain. ”

"Does that have anything to do with what the teacher said?" asked Han Yi.

"The token that has just produced the phantom of the dragon is called the Holy Dragon Seal, which is the symbol of the members of the temple of the gods, and at the critical moment, the spiritual power is injected into the token, and the token becomes a spiritual seal to protect the safety of the owner. ”

"The Temple of the Gods?"

"Yes, the Temple of the Gods, what I want you to do for me is to eradicate and kill the Lord of the Temple of the Gods and the Left Protector. When Shi Lao mentioned the Temple of the Gods, his breathing was short, his face was a little hideous, and his hands were a little trembling, and Han Yi only saw endless anger and hatred in the teacher's eyes.

"I have a grudge against Zhongle, the master of the Temple of the Gods!"

"Hall Master Zhongle of the Temple of the Gods?"

At this time, the sky was a little gloomy, and when the teacher mentioned Zhong Le, the master of the Temple of the Gods, Han Yi felt a little depressed and even a little suffocated around him. The dense tree trunks around them were like countless tentacles, tearing at Han Yi's body. He was like in a dark space where he couldn't see his fingers, and the silence of the darkness seemed to be a hideous mockery, mocking his ignorance. He curled up alone, trying to open his mouth to speak, but he couldn't say it anyway, he screamed, hesitated, and even felt abandoned by the world, and the loneliness of the night was like the roar of a dying man, making him tremble.

Han Yi only felt that he had spent countless days in the dark, and he felt that his body felt as if he had fallen off a cliff, and his body was getting colder and colder, and he was sinking deeper and deeper.

"Bang"

For some reason, Han Yi only felt that his head rang suddenly, as if he had been reborn, he felt that his surroundings were much brighter, and his thinking became clearer.

"What's wrong with you?" Although he was silent and grief, his divine sense had been watching Han Yi all the time, and of course he had discovered Han Yi's abnormality.

"No, I just feel like my head is a little upbeat just now, and now it's much better. Han Yi said.

Of course, Shi Lao wouldn't think so, he stared at Han Yi carefully, and the more he looked, the more surprised he became.

"In just a moment, the strength of your soul has actually increased!" Shi Lao said in surprise, as if he had seen something incredible.

"Genius, really genius!" Shi Lao is both happy and entangled, happy that he has accepted a genius-like disciple, his great enmity seems to be hopeful, what is the tangled matter, it is estimated that only Shi Lao himself knows.

"Teacher, do you want me to help you kill the hall master of the Temple of the Gods, Zhong Le, what is his strength?" Han Yi's words trembled a little, God knows how strong the other party really is.

Han Yi's words interrupted Shi Lao, who was struggling.

"Are you willing to help the teacher?" said Shi Lao, waiting for Han Yi's answer with expectant eyes.

Although I don't know what the strength of the other party is, but as the saying goes, I have received so many benefits from the teacher, and it is the teacher Han Yi who has only embarked on the path of cultivation, and it is not impossible to do something for the teacher by myself, so he nodded without hesitation.

"Okay, I will definitely send you to the pinnacle of this world, as long as I am here, how many people in this world can withstand you?" At this time, Shi Lao was not an old man in his twilight, but thought that he was a general who was good at fighting, commanding thousands of troops and horses, and being able to win a decisive victory thousands of miles away in his strategy, his eyes were full of ambition and arrogance.

"Teacher, I swear, if I have the strength to compete with him, I will definitely kill him for the teacher. Han Yi spoke sonorously and forcefully, as if he had great determination.

When Han Yi said kill, the feeling of suffocation before reappeared, Han Yi only felt that he had a knife resting on his neck, and his life was threatened by the enemy at any time, as long as he had a superfluous movement, Han Yi even believed that his head would definitely fall to the ground in the next second, like the roar of the killing god, the roar of the god of death.

Han Yi has an inexplicable sense of powerlessness, he was actually defeated like this without knowing the other party, the strength of the hall master of the temple of gods is not to say that it is unfathomable, but it is not as simple as saying that the strength is strong, and even feels that the other party is like a god, maybe this is the origin of the temple of gods!

"The Temple of the Gods is definitely the pinnacle of existence on the mainland, the strong people under its door have fallen into the hair of the cow, there are two major protectors under the Lord of the Temple of the Gods, namely the Old Man of the Dead Wood and the True Man of Taishang, the strength of the two is comparable, it can be said that they are not up or down, they are all strong in the psychic realm, as for the strength of the Lord of the Temple of the Gods, Zhong Le, I don't know, I heard that this person has come and gone without a trace, and has never appeared in the crowd. ”

"Then the teacher has never seen the hall master of the Temple of the Gods and how did he make an enmity with them?" Although Han Yi was shocked by the strength of the Temple of the Gods, he still said the question in his heart.

"Because" It seemed that Shi Lao had something unspeakable to say, but he couldn't say it, and the tears he shed wet his clothes, and his old face was full of pain.

It took a while for him to recover, and then he continued: "Because the Temple of the Gods is the real murderer of my parents, from the moment I knew the truth, I was thinking about revenge all the time. But in front of the temple of gods, how small I am, I have countless indispensable cultivation, I know that later I found out that I have a very high talent in refining demons, it can be said that I have a different talent, a rare genius, but it is a pity that I did not take revenge, passed away, luckily to this ring, after my death my soul was hidden in the ring, fell into a deep sleep, otherwise I would have been gone. When he said a sad face, the listener was sad, and the listener wept.