Ye Dong didn't want to refute it anymore, anyway, dogs and dogs were originally the same thing, and the reason why he denied it was probably to disdain to be on a par with ordinary dogs.

It has a noble identity and blood.

Ye Dongdao: "Why did I come here?"

The flying dog sighed and said, "You have to leave." ”

It added: "The gates of hell are opened once every time, and you will come again in sixty years." ”

"Why are you still stunned, come up, don't leave, as soon as the gates of hell are closed, you will have to stay here forever. The flying dog urged.

When Ye Dong heard this, he hurriedly sat down.

The flying dog quickly flew upward.

Above the abyss, standing on the edge of the tower, the black hole in Ye Dong's chest reappeared.

It's amazing that it can both release resistance and suction.

At this moment, the black hole was like a tide of ink, darker in color, swirling and rapid, turning faster and faster, and the tower suddenly rose from the ground, and then became smaller, and it was actually sucked into the black hole.

Ye Dong was shocked, and remembered the dwarf before, and wanted to ask the flying dog about it.

The Flying Dog sent him directly to the gate of Hell, threw him out, and threw him out.

By the time he stood firm and looked again, the gates of hell were gone, not even a shadow of it, and he didn't even see how it had disappeared.

At this moment, there is a cliff and valley in front of you, and if you take a few steps forward, you will fall to pieces.

Flying Dog said that he would come back in 60 years, and that he might have become an old man by then.

Ye Dong thought about it and decided that no matter what was going on, he would still follow his heart and become a peerless powerhouse.

Most people are controlled by fate, but I, Ye Dong, want to control fate.

Ye Dong thought so in his heart.

That black hole is definitely a very anti-heaven existence, extremely powerful, but, until now, Ye Dong has not found a way to control it.

Although it is in Ye Dong's body, it seems to have its own thoughts and consciousness.

Thinking of this, Ye Dong was shocked and suddenly felt creepy.

How weird it is that there is another consciousness in a person's body, if that consciousness is going to take control of the body......

Ye Dong said to himself: "It must be these recent events that have subverted my cognition and made me start to think cranky." ”

In the fog, his heart was full of thoughts, and he turned and left the place.

On the other side of the Gate of Hell, the fog was filled, and there was no way to know how much time had passed, Ye Dong remembered that it was dark outside when he entered, and when he came out at this moment, the sky was still pitch black.

Ye Dong walked alone and disappeared into the night.

During this period, I found a place to rest and stayed half asleep and half awake for the night.

At dawn, he continued to walk westward, and after walking for about four or five days, he saw another mountain gate.

With such barren mountains and valleys, there would be people who would start a sect here, and it was not a cult such as Zoroastrianism.

When I got closer, I saw the words Feitian Sect written on it.

Ye Dong couldn't help but laugh, this small mountain gate, but the name is extremely domineering and ambitious.

At this moment, two teenagers came out of it, walking very fast, as if they were fleeing from this place, and said: "This ghost place, not to mention the tattered, is still so picky, you beg me to stay, but I still refuse." ”

His words were filled with indignation, and he was very angry, obviously angry.

When he saw Ye Dong, he said, "Yes, another fool." ”

Ye Dong was confused, and secretly thought: In this way, you are treating the people who come here as fools, and you yourself are among them.

Thinking of this, Ye Dong shook his head, with a smile on his face, and walked in.

There was another person walking in front of him, forty or fifty years old, dressed as a Taoist priest, tall and strong, with messy hair, sloppy clothes, unkempt, drunk and hazy, staggering, holding a wine gourd in his hand, not avoiding it, and colliding with Ye Dong.

The force of this collision was not small, and it hurt Ye Dong, and he took a few steps back, Ye Dong rubbed his chest and didn't speak.

But the sloppy Taoist priest spoke: "You young man, relying on your youth and vigor and strong body, came to collide with my bad old man. ”

Ye Dong was dumbfounded, this middle-aged Taoist priest was obviously bumped into by himself, and he didn't have time to avoid it at all, and his strength was not small, and his "young and vigorous" young man didn't say anything, he was domineering.

"This master, I was careless, are you okay?" Ye Dong rubbed his chest and said apologetically.

"What did you say?" The middle-aged Taoist priest glared and asked.

Ye Dong wondered, "I asked you if you were okay?"

"Not that. ”

"It was me who was careless. ”

"It's not. ”

Ye Dong thought for a while, and said uncertainly: "Master?"

"Well, that's right. The middle-aged Taoist priest laughed, looking extremely happy, "My wine sword fairy finally has someone willing to call me master, it's really good, I won't be angry with those two old guys now." ”

Ye Dong was stunned, what is this, his own master, he just shouted out for a while, he can't call him a Taoist.

The speaker has no intention, the listener has a heart, and Ye Dong walked inside, this Taoist priest may not think that Ye Dong also came here to learn art.

The two young men who had failed to apprentice before, but had been taught and humiliated by the lesson, couldn't help but scold again, the people here are really sick, and they are not lightly ill.

I secretly thought: I brought a lot of valuable gifts to meet them, and I didn't want to fail to apprentice, but I was squeezed by words, and then I swept them out of the house directly.

This kid is nothing unusual, but he is more handsome and white than me, and his eyes are more intelligent and sincere than mine...... I didn't take anything in my hand, so I bumped into the Taoist priest and called the master, and I was recognized.

What's this called?

The two young men brushed their sleeves away angrily.

Ye Dong looked at the Taoist priest in front of him who claimed to be a wine sword immortal, and said, "Uh, I'll interrupt you, I think you misunderstood, I just accidentally came here and accidentally called you master......"

Jiu Jian Immortal said: "I don't care, anyway, you call me master." After saying that, he pulled Ye Dong and walked inside, and at the same time shouted in his mouth, "I have a successor to the Wine Sword Immortal." ”

Feitian faction, hearing this name, is extraordinary, but when you walk in, it is just a small place, a small sect.

The place is not very big, and it takes less than half an hour to reach the mountain.

Three small buildings appeared in front of Ye Dong's eyes.

"Stinky Taoist, what are you shouting, what kind of crooked melons and cracked dates have you picked up, so happy and showing off?"

A monk and a Confucian man greeted him.

The monk is not bald, has long hair, wears a circle of Buddhist beads around his neck, and also holds a string of prayer beads in his hand.

The Confucian lupine scarf is gentle and elegant, with the spirit of a scholar and the bearing of a hero.

Hearing this, Jiu Jian Immortal pushed Ye Dong forward, like a dazzling treasure, with a little provocation in his smugness, Xiao: "What, is he the crooked melon and cracked jujube you are talking about?"

The two of them are profound, well-informed, when the wine sword fairy shouted at the bottom of the mountain, they heard it, and in addition to hearing the footsteps of the wine sword fairy, there was really another person, who couldn't help but speak excitedly.

But when they saw Ye Dong, they couldn't help but be shocked, good qualifications, good bones, good looks, how could such an outstanding young man be taken by this stinky Taoist first.

The two of them were feeling sick and depressed for the people who came to apprentice before, and complained bitterly in their hearts, such a secret place where the immortal qi is full of vitality, the spiritual energy is abundant, and it is far away from the world, there are even such laypeople who come to disturb it, and there are no outstanding good seedlings to come to learn the art and strengthen this flying sect.

As the saying goes, the mountain is not high, there is a fairy name, the water is not deep, there is a dragon is the spirit, here the boundary, there are mountains and water good scenery, it is in response to this sentence of life.

Taoist priests, monks, and Confucian scholars, although there is a competitive relationship, usually they don't like each other, and they all think that they are more powerful, but in the matter of accepting disciples, the attitude is surprisingly consistent, and they would rather lack than abuse.

The monk and the Confucian scholar pulled Ye Dong and looked at it, from the top to the bottom, from the left to the right, from the front to the back, here to touch, there to pinch.

Ye Dong was like a little child in front of them, and there was no room for resistance at all.

Ye Dong felt that the masters of the Eternal Ancient Building, the masters of the Gate of Life and Death, and the masters of the Random Gate that he had encountered before were nothing in front of them.

Because they touched it so casually, Ye Dong couldn't have the idea of resisting at all, and he didn't have this consciousness at all.

This may have something to do with the fact that they have no ill will towards themselves, but Ye Dong is not a person who allows others to do anything to him but does not react, his body has been tempered to the point that his consciousness is not within reach, and his body goes first.

That is, his body has an automatic defense mechanism.

But now, in the face of these two people, that reaction seems to have disappeared.

It's a weird feeling.