() The disciples of the Dao Sect were silent, and they were running over in high spirits, eager to show off their skills, but they were suddenly told such an ancient prophecy.

This sentence is concise and clear, so that everyone understands.

When the bronze bell rings, it is the time when the Daomen dies. In other words, they may all die.

Dao sometimes wonders how such an old bell could ring again. But when it really sounded, his heart was not more shocked, but deeply worried, because at this moment he was no longer the demon who urged them to train every day, but their eldest patriarch, they were a family!

"Patriarch, this Dao Sect is dead, and it is not specified that all the people of the Dao Sect will perish!" After a moment of silence, some disciples slowly raised their heads and looked at the patriarch stubbornly.

"Yes, patriarch, this sentence just says that when the bronze bell rings, someone will die in the Dao Gate, but there is no Dao Gate that will be destroyed all over the Dao Gate!"

Dao was suddenly stunned, indeed, he was so pessimistic that he thought that the death of the Daomen meant the destruction of the Daomen.

"Yes, yes, how can the demon slayer and the people be immortal? Maybe this is what the ancestors have passed down!" The disciples who were originally silent spoke one after another, they did not believe in their fate.

"The natural disasters of more than ten years ago have not been able to extinguish our Daomen, and we have survived the days of not having enough food and clothing, and sleeping in the open? Are you still afraid of this group of little monsters? If this matter spreads, I am afraid that we will be ridiculed by the other three major immortal cultivation families, and our demon family will actually be afraid of demons!" A disciple's voice was neither low nor loud, but it was enough for everyone to hear clearly.

The righteous words he said had a righteous and awe-inspiring momentum, but if you look closely, you will find that his thin thighs are actually trembling uncontrollably.

"Yes, we can't let other families laugh at us, Patriarch, you just let us go!" the disciples almost pleaded.

They are not afraid of death, and even if they do, they will die with the monsters!

They have waited for so many years, and they have suffered for so many years, just so that one day they will be able to pierce the spear and short sword in their hands into the heart of the youkai.

The disciples of the Dao Sect don't live long, they have to use a limited time to live an infinite value!

Looking at a group of disciples who were not afraid of death, the corners of Dao's eyes moistened. It was the first time he had seen these disciples so persistent.

On weekdays, they always like to take a break from their busy schedules, complaining behind their backs about the hard work of training and the fierceness of the Tao.

These words were all in his ears, but he couldn't help it. At this moment, seeing them as vibrant as the rising sun, his heart felt extremely gratified.

Even though it was night, the inside of the gate was as bright as the day.

"Good. Dao nodded.

"Although you are all good Taoist men, do you know the goal of these monsters?" Mrs. Qin, who had been listening behind her, was moved to tears, but she was also the most sober and realistic person.

"Target?" said Dao, and the corner of his eye glanced inadvertently to the ground at the invitation that the old servant had dropped to the ground in terror.

"An invitation to the Bai Clan's gambling house auction?" he frowned.

"Old Chen, what is the Arcana that they have been advertising in this auction before?" Dao suddenly asked.

"Treasure?" The old servant surnamed Chen was stunned for a moment, he thought about it,

"It seems to be something called a holy Buddha bead, and I don't know what it is. ”

"Holy Buddha Bead, is it the sixth magic weapon in the Ten ** Treasure Rankings?" Dao's eyes narrowed again, and he seemed to understand what the reason was.

But he couldn't understand why a group of demons would go to seize a Buddhist treasure, he couldn't figure it out.

"Patriarch, patriarch?" Dao was thinking, and Dao Ziru suddenly whispered to remind him.

Dao realized that he had been out of his mind for a while.

"I know, pass on my order, and all the first-generation to third-generation disciples of the Dao Sect will follow me to the Bai Clan's Gambling House. Dao shouted coldly.

"Patriarch, you ......" Dao Ziru suddenly hesitated when he heard this.

Although they had already forgotten the prophecy, they were still a little worried.

Dao naturally knew what Ziru meant, and the corners of his blade-like thick mouth slowly raised a smile, which was resolute and infectious.

"Since you are not afraid, what do I want to be afraid of? ”

"Today, I will lead you to kill demons together!"

The long wind blew his straight figure, and the Dao that was not strong looked particularly majestic in the eyes of all the disciples at this moment.

"Ma'am. Dao turned his head again and looked at the Qin clan behind him.

He took out a black iron ruler more than a foot long from his sleeve robe and handed it to Qin.

"Master, what are you ......" Mrs. Qin took the ruler with both hands, her face confused, not knowing what it meant.

"This is the Daomen Supreme Treasure Demon Ruler, which was originally passed down together with the Demon Bell, but later this Demon Ruler became the identity symbol of the Daomen patriarchs of the past dynasties. Dao looked at the ruler in Mrs. Qin's hand.

"If I can't come back, you will hand over this ruler to Chuan'er for me, and tell him that the Daomen must take it as their responsibility to eliminate demons and defend the Tao, and they must defend the peace of the world!" said Daochuan Yizheng, as if he really couldn't come back.

"Master, master, don't say that, you will definitely come back, this demon ruler will be handed over to the eldest prince by you personally!" Mrs. Qin hurriedly knelt down and held the demon ruler with both hands. As she knelt down, the other two concubines also knelt down.

The two children, you look at me, I look at you, and they also knelt down on the ground with a gourd drawing.

"Take it. Dao smiled faintly, turned and stepped out the door.

After taking just two steps, he stopped again.

"If Chuan'er doesn't want to, this demon ruler will be passed on to his younger brothers when they grow up!" He didn't look back, and explained the aftermath calmly.

He didn't know if he would come back alive, or if the prophecy was correct.

But he only knows that when Chuan'er grows up, he should have the right to make his own choice.

"Dongbo, I heard that there seems to be a very remarkable treasure in this auction, what is it, tell me quickly. In the hall of Bai's gambling house, Bai Zhining was pestering Bai Qingdong who was sitting on the main seat.

Wu Nian sat on the lean, quietly drinking tea.

"Hey, you little girl, why are you so anxious, the auction is about to start in less than half an hour, can't you just look at it yourself when that time comes. Bai Qingdong glared at Bai Zhining sternly, but his heart was actually full of love.

"I don't, I don't, I want to know what it is now, who made you so mysterious and arouse people's curiosity. Bai Zhining put her arms around his neck like a coquettish.

Bai Qingdong sighed helplessly, glanced at Wu Nian beside him, and the little monk just gave him a polite smile.

"Alright, alright, let go, you little goblin, you're about to kill Eastbole. Bai Qingdong rolled his eyes, as if he was really about to be stunned by Bai Zhi.

"Then you say it quickly!" Bai Zhining let go of her hand in response, and hurriedly stretched out her head, looking like a coercion and temptation.

"You all know the Ten ** Treasures, right?" Bai Qingdong cleared his throat and sold a pass.

"Dongbo, aren't you talking nonsense, who doesn't know? The number one of these ten ** treasures is the Dugu Sword, I heard that it is amazing, why don't you even get the Dugu Sword!" Bai Zhining looked unhappy, but the more she spoke, the more excited she became, and she lowered her voice.

"You little cub, how can you talk!" Bai Qingdong sneered to hide the embarrassment on his face, "How can I get the Dugu Sword, but the finale treasure of this auction is the ...... of the sixth of the ten ** treasures"

"Holy Buddha beads. Bai Qingdong also lowered his voice and said in a pretentious manner.

"Holy Buddha Bead!" suddenly resounded in the hall with a soft shout.

According to common sense, it must have been Bai Zhining who would make such a fuss, but this time it was Wu Nian who made a shocking noise.

When he heard the holy Buddha beads, his heart was violently blown up in an instant, the teacup in his hand shook, and the tea spilled on the hem of his clothes.

"Oh, this little master knows about this holy Buddha bead?" Seeing that Wu Nian had such a big reaction, Bai Qingdong also became complacent.

"Of course, this holy Buddha bead was originally the treasure of the Buddhist family, and this stinky monk is from the Blue Sky Valley, of course I know. Bai Zhining didn't wait for Wu Nian to answer, so she hurriedly said.

"Oh, this little master is from Blue Sky Valley?" Now it was Bai Qingdong's turn to be surprised, he originally thought that Wu Nian was just a little monk in an ordinary temple, but he didn't expect that he was actually from Blue Sky Valley, one of the four major sects.

"Where did you get this holy Buddha bead?" Wu Nian ignored Bai Qingdong, who was surprised, but looked at him with a serious face.

Even his voice was much higher than usual, Bai Zhining had never seen such a serious thoughtlessness, even when he broke into the Nine Dragons Arhat Formation, he had never been so abnormal.

"What's the matter, is there anything wrong with this holy Buddha bead?" Bai Qingdong didn't know why the little monk who seemed to be quiet suddenly became so anxious, and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Tell me!" Wu Nian's voice rose a step up the ladder again, and before he knew it, he actually smashed the handle of the chair under his seat.

When did Bai Qingdong see this scene, he was so frightened that he shivered all over his body.

"Stinky monk, you've scared my uncle!" Bai Zhining shouted dissatisfiedly at Wu Nianjiao.

It was this sound that woke Wu Nian from his thoughts. He suddenly came back to his senses, hurriedly stretched out his hands to his chest, and bowed his head in silent thought.

"Amitabha, the little monk was a little abnormal just now, and please don't blame Mr. Bai. ”

"It's okay, it's okay, the old man has lived for so many years, I haven't seen any big winds and waves, don't take it to heart little master. Bai Qingdong waved his hand generously.

"Stinky Thoughts, what happened to you just now, suddenly became so terrible. Bai Zhining pursed her lips and looked at Wu Nian carefully, but she didn't find any difference between him and her daily life.

"Alas. Wu Nian sighed softly and told the story of the Holy Buddha Beads.