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But the dust and smoke have not yet dispersed.

One was inside the door, and the other was outside, looking at each other through the flying dust.

There was no killing, no chill, no-for-tat.

After the previous sentence, there was silence to this day.

......

The old mandrill glanced at the gravel all over the ground, and there was a little solemnity in his pale golden eyes.

When this stone gate was built, some skill was used, whether it should be pushed from the outside to the inside, or standing inside and pulling back.

The old mandrill opened and closed the door, in fact, it borrowed the layout of this mountain, and with its own way, it can indeed push open this stone gate, but it is still quite difficult to break it from the reverse.

However, the young man in front of him, to put it mildly, has been able to smash the stone gate, and he has not yet tried his best, that is, the other party's means of attack are actually no less than his own.

What's more, it has reached the Eight Heavens, and it has a Taoist perception of the changes in reality and reality about cultivation, and it can be seen that the other party must be an immortal law, and the inheritance of learning is extremely profound, although the Tao is lower than itself, but its mana, and spirit, are not necessarily inferior to real people.

"The old man has no ill will towards you. ”

The old mandrill shook his head slightly, his voice was vicissitudes, and he said: "For this, I think you are also aware of it, otherwise, no matter how much you benefit, it is impossible to practice here with peace of mind immediately, without caring about the old man." Actually, the old man has never left, only waited here, and he also noticed the changes in you, but he did not interrupt your practice, that is, he did not want to make friends with you......"

Qingyuan did perceive that the other party was only trapped and did not kill, but he just wanted to try to make himself get any chance from it, but in fact, he had no killing intent at all, which was also one of the reasons why he practiced on the spot and tried to break through the Yang God.

But the perception of chance is hard to find, and there is an ancient mirror to protect it, which is also a great reason.

"But you just thought it was so easy to get this thing done?"

Qingyuan smiled slightly and said, "No matter what you say, you have to give an explanation to the juniors." ”

"You only need to keep a copy of the Dharma you have obtained from the Immortal Lake, and return it to our clan. Lao Shanxiao said slowly: "No cultivator will allow his own method to be spread outside, but you only need to promise the old man not to spread it, then the method you have obtained should also be given to you." If...... If you have a treasure, please return it, but the old man will also make up for it from the treasure house. ”

When Qing Yuan heard this, he shook his head slightly and said, "The method you said is now in my hands, and you want to obtain the method from me, not you gave it to me. This so-called confession is that you want to take the benefits from me......"

"Everything in the Immortal Lake, after all, is left by the ancestors, or there is the residual power of Luyang Immortal Venerable, but after all, it belongs to my clan. The old mandrill said slowly: "It is rare for you to benefit from it, don't be too persecuted, otherwise, it will be of no benefit to you and me......"

The dust settles and the smoke dissipates.

The two were only two feet apart, and the dust of confusion was eliminated, and their eyes met.

The old mandrill's eyes were pale gold, his expression was calm, and there was no change at all.

Qingyuan's eyes are black and white, plain as water, and there is no sharpness.

But it is in this calm and bland gaze that there is a taste of mutual indifference.

"You have gained too much to take any more. The old mandrill retracted his gaze and said in a low tone, "You have preliminarily cultivated the Yang God, and the benefits are endless, if you are insatiable, don't blame the old man for tearing his face...... Maybe at this moment, you are making great progress, even no less than the old man, but you must not forget, this is the ancestral land of my mandrill, even if a human immortal comes here......"

The old ape's tone was cold in an instant: "You have to be presumptuous." ”

Qingyuan smiled faintly, his expression unchanged.

He had already discovered that at the moment when he broke the stone gate, this old mandrill noticed that his skills had improved a lot, and with his virtual and real perception of the Eight Heavens, he was old and a demon, so he would naturally not be careless, and even if he mobilized all the arrangements in this Cangqing Yang Wheel Mountain.

This time, the old mandrill did not despise him, but gave him full attention.

And this kind of attention has attracted all the arrangements of Cangqing Yang Wheel Mountain, even if it is used to resist human immortals, it is barely enough. Ordinary real people in the Eight Heavens, I'm afraid it's not easy to get out.

If you continue to entangle, most of them will be scattered in two, although the old mandrill has lost his wife and broken his army, but Qingyuan himself, the chance of escaping from Cangqingyang Wheel Mountain is less than thirty percent.

It's just that...... Kiyohara still has no intention of compromising.

"You are trapped in me, and you can't talk to me this time if you don't give me an explanation. ”

Qing Yuan smiled: "I have gained too much, but what about Gu Cang?"

The old mandrill's eyes were slightly condensed, and he thought, "What do you mean?"

Qingyuan said lightly: "Since you set foot in Cangqing Yang Wheel Mountain, every move, push open the stone gate, close the stone gate, leave by yourself, and mobilize the formation at the right time, in fact, it is not your ability, but the snake-headed crutch in your hand?"

The old mandrill's golden pupils shrank, and there were two cold killing intent faintly on his body.

"But it shouldn't be a snake-headed crutch, but a demon fairy bone, just refined into a snake-headed crutch to confuse outsiders?"

Qingyuan didn't seem to be aware of it, and still said slowly: "It doesn't seem to be a fairy treasure, just a high-grade magic weapon, but because it is refined with the bones of demon immortals, it has great effect, and it is also the treasure of the mandrill bloodline.

The old mandrill's long arm flipped over, and suddenly a walking stick appeared, as long as chopsticks, with a front end like a snake, and the color was gray, like a small gray snake with the thickness of chopsticks.

But it swung into the air, and the crutches were suddenly more than six feet long, as thick as a goose egg.

"What do you mean?"

The tone of the old mandrill was already different from before, and it almost had a taste of tearing his face.

Although Qingyuan had a plan, he was also cautious, so he threw the ancient mirror and hung it above his head, and the mirror light fell around his body to protect his body. Then, he said slowly: "When Gu Cang comes out of retreat, you will pass this thing on to Gu Cang." ”

The old mandrill said in a deep voice: "You still want to set the next patriarch of my clan?"

"Isn't it already decided?" Qingyuan said lightly: "You were originally a long-lived old ape, but after an unknown number of years of practice, now the breath is dying, Shouyuan is approaching, it is full of decay, and you will definitely die soon." And Gu Cang got the thing of the demon fairy, in fact, in your clan, he has become your ancestor's ancestor, and the next patriarch is none other than it, I just want you to hand it over to it early. Not to mention...... Now that you are in great trouble, since many ideas are still uncertain, let me decide for you. ”

"The Great Tribulation?"

The old mandrill lowered his eyelids and said, "How did you know?" (To be continued.) )