"God, the old man is the Protoss!"

At this time, the red-haired old man was standing in the middle of the three door seals, with his arms clasped on his chest, looking at Song Bin with a straight face.

Seeing that he was covered with red flame-like light, if it weren't for the dragon spear on the side that kept flashing and flashing, Song Bin really thought in an instant that the red-haired old man was the Protoss.

"Don't talk about the calf! When Master Yunshan said, 'Master Yun Shan can control the five tones together, but you can cut the gods', I didn't feel a trace of panic in you, but I just listened to your tone and a trace of excitement, what's going on?"

Song Bin looked at the red-haired old man with some mockery, his eyes carefully looking at his facial expression, hoping to see some changes in it.

The red-haired old man glanced at Song Bin, and his arms held in front of his chest trembled:

"The old man is excited, the sword he gave you is a good sword, but even if all five swords are gathered, how can it be worth a finger of the Protoss?"

Song Bin slowly walked to the edge of the Sanmen Seal, he showed an intriguing smile, looked at the red-haired old man in the seal, and said slowly:

"Sure enough, you know the Protoss, but you yourself are not the Protoss. ”

"Huh. ”

The red-haired old man sneered twice and came to Song Bin's face:

"If it weren't for your human race believing in that god race, how could the old man disdain to call himself a god race!"

"So, what race is the Protoss, and why is there a legend of the Protoss on this planet, but no one has ever seen the real Protoss?"

Song Bin lay on the Sanmen seal with both hands, looking at the bloody eyes of the red-haired old man.

The red-haired old man sighed slightly, he actually said a paragraph, and Song Bin said something unexpected:

"'The stars are far away, the gods descend from the sky, the sun is far away, the mountains and rivers are broken, and all the races are destroyed', the words of the celebrity in the common area are not groundless. ”

Song Bin frowned slightly:

"Do you know who that old man is?"

The red-haired old man shook his head:

"I can't see clearly, he should just be the doppelganger of a certain spiritual cultivation powerhouse, but what is certain is that he must be a strong person above the soul cultivation realm. ”

"Is he a Protoss?"

"Cut. ”

The red-haired old man smiled contemptuously:

"He's not a Protoss, there's no Protoss on this planet at all!"

"No Protoss??"

Song Bin was suddenly suspicious, he looked at the red-haired old man in front of him, he didn't look like he was lying.

An idea suddenly hit Song Bin's mind, and he hurriedly asked:

"The 'Star Race' was launched by the Protoss, and the purpose of the Protoss is to destroy the Terrans on this planet?!"

"Huh. ”

The red-haired old man laughed dryly, and he looked at Song Bin with disdain:

"What does the survival of the human race have to do with the gods, they don't care about the human race on this planet at all, and the human race poses no threat to the god race at all. ”

"So their real target is the Underworld??"

Song Bin's face came closer, and his eyes were only fixed on the red-haired old man in the Sanmen seal.

"Housheng, how many times have I told you, there are no demons underground, why don't you listen? Hurry up and send me back to Xudu, the old man still has important things to do!"

The red-haired old man glanced at Song Bin, stepped back, and saw that he was about to lie down in the middle of the three door seals.

Whenever this happens, Song Bin knows that he can't ask anything out of the mouth of the red-haired old man.

He glanced at the flickering dragon spear next to him, and couldn't help but sigh:

"Dragon spear, we can't understand what you 'speak', you've been here for thousands of years, why can't you cultivate your human form and practice speaking?"

The dragon spear seemed to understand Song Bin's words, and the light on its body dimmed suddenly.

Immediately after that, the dragon spear seemed to think of something, and with a "whoosh" sound, I don't know where it flew to.

"Dragon Spear!"

As soon as Song Bin wanted to chase after him, he was stopped by the red-haired old man:

"Housheng, don't go, the dragon spear will always disappear for a period of time recently, I don't know where to go, the old man sees that it is important for you to break through the realm quickly, and when you reach the realm of the Six Gods, it is important to take the old man to the drunkenness. ”

Song Bin nodded, in the past two months, he understood that in this world, only the strong can survive.

Whether it is arrogant Baihe or Zhang Yunshen, they all have the ability to survive and be arrogant in this world.

"It's been a while since you broke through Ren Chong's Gate, and although your spiritual power is strong, you still haven't broken through any of the 'Three Tibetan Gates', do you know why?"

Song Bin shook his head, he looked into the depths of the spirit pool, he remembered that the red-haired old man once said that it was extremely rare for a cultivator like him to be able to directly enter the spirit pool.

Even after the other cultivators succeeded in attracting spirits, they just wanted to cross the river by feeling the stones, enriching the spiritual power in the spirit pool, and randomly breaking through the "Sanzang Gate", because they didn't know where the Sanzang Gate was in the spirit pool.

But Song Bin was a little different, when he raised his eyes and looked into the depths of the spiritual pool, he could see that in the depths of the spiritual pool, there were three magnificent gates.

"Hou Sheng, you pushed the old man to the 'Sanzang Gate'. ”

Song Bin nodded, then stretched out his hands and pushed towards the three door seals.

These three door seals looked huge, but when Song Bin pushed it, he didn't feel its weight.

The three magnificent gates gradually became clear, and these three gates seemed to appear in the spirit pool out of thin air, suspended in the deepest part of the spirit pool.

The three gates are dozens of feet high, and they look to be made of a black material, jet black and shiny, but with a bit of metal feeling.

Song Bin pushed the three door seals and slowly stopped at the middle of a gate, he looked up and saw a plaque hanging on this gate, which read:

"Nakazomon. ”

"Sure enough, as the old man thought, your Sanzang Gate is much more magnificent than ordinary spiritual cultivators, and even stronger than the previous thirty-generation 'sealing vessels'. ”

The red-haired old man touched his messy red beard, and looked up at the plaque on the door like Song Bin.

"In order to trap the old man's original god, the emperor will really choose the 'sealing vessel'!"

Song Bin somewhat understood, but he still looked at this "Zhongzang Gate" and asked thoughtfully:

"Then I won't be able to open this 'Sanzang Gate'? I can't fit with the Divine Monarch after this 'Sanzang Gate'?"

The red-haired old man shook his head with a smile:

"I wanted you to knock the 'Sanzang Gate' open by yourself through spiritual power, who knew that your 'Sanzang Gate' could be so strong, it seems that only the old man came out and forcibly opened your 'Sanzang Gate'. ”

"You?"

Song Bin's head turned towards the red-haired old man, with a look of disbelief:

"Red-haired old ghost, haven't you forgotten that you were sealed by the 'Three Door Seal', how can you forcibly open the 'Three Tibetan Gates'?"

Half of the red-haired old man's face twitched, he turned his head with scattered red hair, and looked at Song Bin coldly:

"Can't the old man teach you?"