Ye Cang visualized the scriptures in his heart as he walked, and it was really carved on the bone brought back by the Zen master's robe.

It was a fragmented scripture, very mysterious, and the handwriting engraved on the Buddha's bones was constantly worn away in the past few days, as if a whole piece of Buddha's bones had been worn off.

"On the Buddha's bones is a breathing method, a part of a complete scripture, very mysterious and profound, even on the Buddha's bones, it can communicate the rules of heaven and earth, let it slowly dissipate, and have a secret power to make it not exist in the world!" Ye Cang said with emotion.

Then he became sad, "Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the Zen master can only record it with his own bones." ”

It is true that the Zen master has not carved the place and reason for his fall, and exhausted all the bones he brought back, but he is constantly disappearing, and in the near future, he may disappear completely.

Ye Cang embarked on another path, different from Zhantan Temple, perhaps it was the law of the previous era that Zhenhong presided over and said.

Refining the body and grinding three times, grinding blood, grinding flesh, and grinding bones. When the work is completed, the strength of the physical body will reach the limit of the living soul's body, and it can even tear the ancient living beings by hand, comparable to the dragon and phoenix.

"This mutilated scripture is very extraordinary, but it is ultimately incomplete, I can't cultivate the law of Zhantan Temple, and I refute it in my heart, but there is no other way at this time, and it is the only way."

He had a hunch that even if the ancient Buddha of Zhantan Temple blocked most of the powerful creatures in Wu Buddha Mountain, the creatures along the way might not be as good as those on Wu Buddha Mountain, but they would become stronger and stronger.

Seeing that there was nothing he could do about the destruction of Momoyama, he knew the pain, so he just wanted to spare no effort to protect the monks and Westerners.

Ye Cang took off the yellow monk's robe, folded it and put it away, but when he saw the green stain, his hand paused for half a beat.

"If the Zen master sees it, maybe he will be unhappy, right?" Ye Cang said with a wry smile.

Ye Cang was only wearing a thin white coat, he wanted to peel off the tiger skin and give it to Ximin, but the tiger skin was cut by his sword, and the three-eyed tiger was polluted, Ye Cang was not at ease.

After Ye Cang left, the corpse of the three-eyed tiger was no longer peaceful, and the creature that had been dormant walked out of the forest and divided the corpse of the three-eyed tiger.

There was a three-headed lion, full of blood, with a black and gold mane on its neck, hideous and unusual, as if it had come from a reckless wilderness.

A huge orangutan with black hair walked upright, two huge fangs flashing with fierce light, and a huge rib with flesh and blood in his big black hand, which was broken from the remains of some creature.

There are golden-winged Dapeng, big wings covering the sun, feathers like gold and iron, claws like hooks, swooping from the sky, grabbing a black bear, effortlessly, soaring into the sky.

But that's not all, natural selection is vividly staged here, full of blood, mostly killing, sometimes loud earthquakes, and fierce beasts roaring.

But Ye Cang just glanced at the rear, he couldn't care about these at this time, he had been separated from the Ximin and the monks for a few days, and he had to catch up quickly.

The whole jungle was pressed open by the mighty monks and Westerners, and it was a kilometer wide.

But on this road, it is not peaceful, and such a huge momentum must have attracted many living beings.

Not far away lay the sand scorpion that had existed in the far west, and the sand scorpion ate the flesh of the revived creatures of this forest, like the flesh of the three-eyed tiger, which had undergone a mutation and grew like a hill.

When Ye Cang entered the dust, the most slaughtered was the sand scorpion, which was only the size of a wild boar at that time, and the carapace was as hard as iron.

But at this time, the mutant sand scorpion was torn and dismembered, and its head was cut open with a large hole, and it was devoured by the resuscitated giant wolf, leaving only an empty shell.

The giant wolf's eyebrows are completely white, like unopened vertical eyes. Mao is like black gold, very extraordinary, just standing there, it forms a might.

Ye Cang's eyes fell on the broken clothes scattered on the ground, including those of the Westerners and the tattered monk's clothes.

Ye Cang raised his eyes to look at the giant wolf, his eyes were cold, full of coldness, as if he wanted to freeze the air.

Ye Cang held the sword in his hand and held it on the hilt of the sword with one hand, but at this time, the giant wolf spoke: "Boy, I didn't kill those Terrans. ”

"There are many dead people here, but it happened before I came, leaving only clothing and flesh." The giant wolf then explained.

Ye Cang didn't remove his hand from the hilt of the sword, but he still stared at the giant wolf and said, "Demon clan? ”

The giant wolf spoke: "Three thousand tribes under the Demon Emperor's throne, the Heavenly Wolf Clan!" ”

Ye Cang's hand was still on the hilt of the sword, and he said vigilantly: "I don't know from which era you fell from the demon race, for the human race, whether it is good or bad, everything is not clear. ”

The giant wolf grinned and said, "You don't look like a disciple of Zhantan Temple. ”

Ye Cang responded: "I don't want to speculate with the worst thoughts, but if I don't do this, those monks will suffer too much." ”

The giant wolf looked at Ye Cang and said with a smile: "It's really not like a disciple of Zhantan Temple, it's more like a Confucian student of Jixia Academy!" ”

The giant wolf laughed: "You are a human like you, rare, what is your name?". ”

Ye Cang was silent for a moment and then spoke: "Ye Cang." ”

The giant wolf's dark wolf eyes lit up when he heard this name, and he was slightly happy, staring at Ye Cang.

Ye Cang looked at the giant wolf with some surprise, but what he felt was the joy of the giant wolf.

The giant wolf grinned and said, "Ye Cang, my name is Heavenly Wolf, call me Lord Wolf, and Lord Wolf will cover you in the future." ”

Ye Cang looked at the giant wolf who was grinning with his tongue out, and knew that he was taking advantage of him.

"Call me Cangye, Cangye covers you." Ye Cang looked at the Heavenly Wolf and said.

"It's really not like a monk from Zhantan Temple, you were kicked out of the mountain, right?" The giant wolf teased.

Ye Cang didn't say anything more and slowly moved away, but the wolf followed at this time, and Ye Cang was always on guard against this giant wolf.

"The demon race does not harm the human race." The Heavenly Wolf seemed to see Ye Cang's thoughts, and then explained.

Ye Cang ran to the position of the leader of the black wolf, separated by some distance, and wondered: "Why?" ”

The Celestial Wolf was silent for a moment before speaking, "The Ten Tribulations Covenant. ”

"The Ten Tribulations Covenant?" Ye Cang asked, there is no record in the ancient books of Zhantan Temple.

"The demon clan is up to the bloodline of the Demon Emperor, down to the seventy-two tribes, with the blood of the ancient ancestors, they are engraved on the ancestral weapon and imprinted in the bloodline of the demon clan."

After hearing this, Ye Cang asked, "I haven't seen it in ancient books. ”

"Of course, I haven't seen it, and few people knew it when I didn't die, and things are done, not said." Sky Wolf spoke.

"But the demon clan has killed a lot of human races!" Ye Cang retorted.

The wolf nose sighed heavily: "The battle for the destiny of heaven, there must be life and death, but it is not mixed with racial prejudices, have you ever seen the demon clan kill mortals at other times?" ”

Ye Cang nodded, there is indeed no such record in ancient books.

"Why did the demon clan do this for the human race?" Ye Cang spoke suspiciously.

"In ancient times, the ancestors of the human race protected me from the ancient demon clan for a great catastrophe, and the demon clan protected the human race for ten tribulations." The wolf spoke, looking inexplicable.

"Ye Cang, the Ten Tribulations Demon Clan has been repaid." Sirius continued.

"Then why do you want to protect the Terrans?" Ye Cang asked.

"Because we died in the tenth tribulation of the human race, we used this stump to finish what we had not done back then." The black giant wolf spoke.