"Hmm..."

Huang Daoye seemed to have asked a difficult question to answer, and the man did not respond directly for a while, as if he was organizing the vocabulary.

"No matter which world it is, there is always black and white, and there are always some powers that walk in the dark, it has nothing to do with right or wrong, it's just that the source of power is different, your power, the power of the family, it's all like this..."

"The Sprinkle family has always respected your strength, and also respected every person who has the right to do it, after all, everyone is promoting the same process, but one day in the future, at a certain moment, just like climbing a mountain, all the power holders will always be divided into high and low..."

"The Sprinkle family hopes that this part of the power to which the Sprinkle family belongs can become the majority, or even the vast majority, and we can occupy more seats on the Mountain of End..."

The words spoken by the man are covered by clouds and mountains.

Every word, every sentence, taken out separately, Huang Daoye can understand it, but when it is put together, he can't understand what he really wants to express at all.

It's just that he is happy that this man continues to talk like this, so he also shows that he is willing to listen.

"No matter how you choose after you ascend to the fourth order, on a long journey, you are just a chess piece that can barely get on the table, and among the six forces, it is nothing."

"But, it's different in our place, everyone is commendable, and they can't be ignored," the man's expression was like a persuasive high school teacher, persuading students facing the college entrance examination to cherish their time, "Only in a group like ours, all talented people will be respected equally." ”

"And, walking in the dark, you can see a lot of things that were previously overlooked, for example, why this power is there, and where the source of these power comes from, which is a very interesting thing..."

"If you are willing to try it, the Sprinkle family can promise you to let the two of them go first, and even this cave spirit, the descendants of the Sprinkle family, can let you keep it first, this is the Sprinkle family's greatest sincerity..."

"The choice is yours, death or life..."

Putting aside the inexplicable siege and pursuit, the bearing expressed by this man vaguely reminded Huang Daoye of his master.

Calm, atmospheric, steady...

"The honorable driver has said so much, but he still doesn't even want to reveal his name?" Huang Daoye shrugged his shoulders, and he suppressed the good feelings that had inexplicably risen in his mind.

"Name? Hmm...," the man smiled brightly, "If you must know the name of the Sprinkle family, then I hope you can forget it in the future, otherwise, you will regret stubbornly asking for this answer today." ”

"Pure virtue... Master of the Spirit Realm... Hui Linghu..."

The man told his name word by word, and when he finished saying the last word, all the things in Huang Daoye's five senses disappeared.

Dao Ye seemed to be in infinite darkness, and he could only see the black and shiny lines that came from nowhere and where they were going, constantly passing up and down, left and right.

Immediately afterward, his entire gaze was pulled away, and he finally saw the full extent of the object outlined by the black lines, which was a giant black creature made up of countless rings.

Countless flesh-and-blood eyes are patched together into perfect rings, as if they are wheels, large sets of small, layered dozens of rings wrapped around each other, but rotated independently of each other.

"Call my name, believe in me, follow me..."

The object turned faster and faster, Huang Daoye's vision began to float, his head began to swell, his eyes began to itch, and he even had an urge to gouge out his eyes and dedicate himself to it.

His intellect was constantly eroded by the chanting of the man's name that came in like a tidal wave.

"One Qi transforms into three Qings, Shangqing Juyu is innocent, ascends to the Qingjing Vitality, and says Lingbao Jun, Lingbao Tianzun, and there is a god wonderfully..."

Huang Daoye resisted with difficulty, he summoned the remaining wisdom and spiritual light, and kept chanting the name of the god on the supreme tablet in the ancestral hall of the master's sect.

It wasn't until he had read it a dozen times that the glow came.

Like the scorching sun, those crazy chanting sounds were swept away in an instant.

And the image of the giant creature that people can't look at directly is constantly fading in the bottom of his heart, and a bull's hoof stepped down from the void, firmly occupying all the minds of Huang Daoye.

Until a green ox showed its complete body from the void, and finally nested in the spiritual consciousness of the Zodiac Lord, everything began to blur and dissipate.

I don't know how long it took for Dao Ye to open his eyes, and he suddenly found that he didn't know when he was lying on the ground, and his eyes, nostrils, and earlobes were all bloodstained.

Dao Ye, who had a splitting headache, slowly stood up, and the man opposite was looking at him with a playful face.

Dao Ye inexplicably felt as if he had forgotten something.

"Do you still want to know the name of the Sprinkle family?" The man only found it very interesting, he watched the Taoist priest fall into madness, and almost gouged out his eyes, but at the last moment, another supreme force gave him a chance to fight.

Name?

As soon as Dao Ye thought of these two words, his head couldn't help but swell, as if he was far away in the sky, and like a voice close to his ears kept ringing, but it was hazy and vague, and he couldn't hear what they were talking about at all.

He couldn't help but want to listen, but he couldn't hear it clearly, and the irritability that he couldn't ask for was far more than the pain he was suffering when he took the secret medicine.

It dawned on him that it was the man's name that he had forgotten.

This is the most alarming experience in history, more than ten years of practice, let him understand what this means, this is not a gap in personality, but a crushing of the soul level.

"What the hell do you want?" Huang Daoye took a step forward instead.

He has never been afraid of death, after all, if he walks on this road, there is a high possibility of a miserable death, and when he started, he already had sufficient psychological preparation, not to mention that he later followed the master's orders to become Zhou Weimin's protector.

"Go with the Sprinkle family, the Sprinkle family will take you to see the truth, the more you know, the more you understand that some insistence is meaningless, and some light is just because he was born from the light," the man still looked like a humble gentleman, and he even ignored the offense caused by the stubborn words of the Taoist master.

"And you're delaying time and over again, just so that they can live? Go with the Sprinkle family, you won't die, and they, naturally, won't die either. ”

"And your two companions, even if this will escape. But the Sprinkle family believes that when you see the truth, you will find them on your own, let them know their way, and let them embrace the right. ”

The man's slender hand waved slightly, and an eye-shaped water mirror gradually emerged in front of Daoye, and the picture shown in it was that the monk had caught up with Zhou Weimin's carriage, and the two were together, waving the horsewhip wildly, and struggling to escape.

Standing in place, thinking for a long time, Dao Ye took out the cave spirit from his arms, stretched out his hand and handed it over, "If you can really keep your promise, then it's no problem, I'll go with you." ”

"The Sprinkle family promised you that this cave spirit, the descendant of the Sprinkle family, will also be handed over to you for safekeeping for the time being, this is a small beginning of our mutual trust..."

The man is not surprised that he will achieve certain results, after all, this is not the first time he has tried, and there will be more and more such subordinates in the future, and it is extremely exciting to think about it.

With a flick of his wrist, the water mirror dissipated, and then he swiped down, and a dark crack appeared between him and Huang Daoye.

"In the near future, you will be grateful to yourself today for making the right choice..."

"Please, follow the Sprinkle family, start the journey of exploring the truth of the Qi Realm, and let your eyes truly observe the world..."

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"Buddha, Daoist, we don't care about him?"

Zhou Weimin gritted his teeth, he couldn't imagine what the fate would be if he left Dao Ye alone.

"What can the old man do! What can you do! ”

The monk also gritted his teeth and vented his unwillingness, but his human skin scripture was destroyed, and the birth of the Japanese life instrument was also damaged, could he use the two hundred catties of fat on his body to face that unfathomable monster?

"But Dao Ye..."

Zhou Weimin couldn't help but want to say something, his mind was full of the words that Dao Ye would repeat every time he was separated.

But the problem is that he always thinks that Dao Ye is just talking, how can he know that he will face this situation so soon.

The monk slammed his hammer into the wheel, and even smashed through a huge hole.

"He wants to be a hero of the world, the old man can't stop him, but don't be stupid, with your first-order pawn, what can you do if you stay!?"

The monk was angry and grummered, and blocked Zhou Weimin's words behind him.

A sense of powerlessness rose in his heart again, what the monk said, yes, what else can he do besides being an oil bottle?

"Follow this road, keep running, you can get to the ferry, Lao Ke will leave the silver money for you, you flee back to Yuezhou City first, Lao Qu will naturally follow the Taoist priest to find you!"

As soon as the words fell, except for some gold ingots thrown in through the curtain of the carriage, the monk on the wheel turned over, jumped out of the carriage, turned around and ran back towards the way he came.

Letting the carriage run along the road ahead, Zhou Weimin looked down at the gold ingot in his arms, and the whole person was stunned.

The monk ran wildly all the way, and it took more than ten minutes, and the people were almost out of strength, so they ran back to the place in their memory.

However, I didn't see the imaginary scene of the war, and the building was already empty.

Standing a little dazed, the monk looked around, and he wondered if he had remembered the wrong place.

Until he saw the word 'An' written with his finger on the ground.

The monk was a little puzzled, was this left by the Taoist master? But why is he still in the mood to leave a word with time?