After the old man surnamed Pang calmed down, Nan Xiao asked: "What's going on with that skill that can swallow other people's life essence and innate potential?"
"Although I know the content of the method, I don't know its harm. Otherwise, how could I let my descendants practice this method! If it weren't for the inheritance of my Ziwei lineage, which was passed down by the gods, If the destruction is clean, how could we be so hungry that we have no descendants? If the wolf cub had not told me the reason later, I would have been kept in the dark for the rest of my life!"
Tired of crying, the old man slowly sat on the bed, the despair in his eyes overflowing through tears again.
Then he told everything he knew.
"The book says that there are generals and soldiers in the mortal world. Practitioners are also similar. Dharma is divided into grades, but it is also divided into priorities. Our children and grandchildren, that wolf cub Shi Dade, and other tribesmen practice secondary Dharma, and the final results of their practice are And everything may be taken away by the shitty Taoist Lord Tuntian who deserves to die."
The old man lowered his voice and was extremely angry.
Does the law still have priorities?
The main method can even rob the person who practices the secondary method of everything, including achievements, lifespan and potential.
Nan Xiao and Nian Ranran looked at each other, both of them shuddering.
"Old man, how do you distinguish between priorities?" Nian Ranran's body became cold, and his attitude towards the old man even improved.
"I don't know." The old man shook his head.
Nan Xiao frowned, with mountains and rivers evolving in his eyes, and said solemnly: "There shouldn't be such a method, otherwise he would have been expelled by the world long ago."
The old man sighed and said with a wry smile: "I heard from the Great Virtue that the Tao Master's evil method can only temporarily appropriate everything of the Taoist disciples, and it will not be long before his true colors are revealed. My children who cried are worse than fireworks."
After her thoughts were verified, Nan Xiao was not happy, and even felt heavier inside.
Sooner or later there will be such a day.
Demonic powers appear in the world, but they are not tolerated by the world.
The endgame in a small space is so dangerous, and there is more to come than you can imagine.
There is no end to desire.
There is no saint in the world.
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In the end, Nan Xiao and Nian Ranran obtained the skill from the old man that was invisible on the surface and might actually be sacrificed. Then they worked together to condense the life essence of two hundred-year-old elixirs into liquid and washed them for the old man. The marrow builds the foundation of the road.
The old man was lucky and successfully managed to get out of the sea of suffering.
The sea of suffering was dark and lifeless, but the old man showed a rare smile.
"well--"
Shi Dade, a young man who had disappeared outside the teahouse before, suddenly appeared inside the house.
Shi Dade's appearance was beyond Nan Xiao's expectation, and she didn't even notice the slightest trace.
The power of the secret realm of Tao Palace is not something that a mere cultivator in the realm of Shenqiao can imagine.
But even so, Nan Xiao's body immediately tensed up, and the lines of Jin Ge Rui's Mingzhan were all over her body, and she was ready to attack at any time.
Shi Dade felt the fluctuation of divine power in the old man's body, his eyes were very complicated, and he smiled bitterly: "Old man, why bother? I can't protect you on the battlefield."
The old man who had gained some cultivation seemed to have regained his youth. When he heard this, he yelled and cursed with a smile: "Do I need your protection? Before I was little, I only knew how to run around behind my great-granddaughter. Baby, don’t always think about dressing up.”
Being poked at the sore spot, Shi Dade was not angry, and shrugged, saying: "Well, it's impossible for me to turn against the guest. There is no hope of revenge in this life, and I may not be able to come back alive next time. When I thought that if I died, you wouldn't be able to do it." People will take care of you in old age, but now I think about it. If you die first, I won’t have to take care of you in old age. That would be so simple. When the time comes, let’s reunite underground so that I can have a clear conscience when I see Sister Yanyan in the future.”
When the old man heard the name Yanyan, he put away his smile, opened his lips as thin as cicada wings, and scolded: "I just gave you leftovers a few times, don't put yourself in it for us, you are still young, Escape from here as soon as possible, Ziwei’s Shi family cannot be ruled out because of you!”
Shi Dade did not answer, but shouted at Nan Xiao and Nian Ranran: "Get out of here, are you? Why are you still standing here? Are you waiting to be squeezed dry by Dao Lord? By then, you will cry!"
Nian Ranran was so frightened that he was no longer in the mood to go to the town to buy food for the road.
Dragging Nan Xiao, he jumped onto the big black pig's wide back, which had been adjusted to be flush and comfortable.
The divine power turned into a long whip and beat the pig away.
I thought this journey would be smooth sailing, but under the calm conditions, there was an undercurrent surging, and the giant crocodile was getting ready to attack.
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Leaving Wangri Township, following the direction pointed by the old man, Nan Xiao and Nian Ranran rode the big black pig, avoiding the astonishingly powerful monster, and walked another 1,200 miles southwest.
Then, Nan Xiao stopped in front of a canyon.
After the Great Return Pill failed, she wanted to try again.
The canyon is not special, but in the legend of Xuanmang Ancient City, there was a saint who fished for moonlight from the mountains and waters here and achieved extraordinary Taoist fruits.
So the canyon got its name, called Fishing for the Moon.
Under the dim night, there are few stars.
The mountain forest not far away is hazy like fog and shiny like frost under the bright light.
There were several calls of wild geese in the distant sky, which were ethereal and melodious.
Nan Xiao woke up from her practice and looked at the magnificent mountains and rivers here, feeling sad in her heart.
The book says about drawing water with a bamboo basket and fishing for the moon in the water. The reason why she passed by this place specifically was because she wanted to use the moonlight to break through her shackles.
Looking at the geese flying south, Nan Xiao walked away from the bitterness. If he couldn't catch the moon in the water, he would keep his feet on the ground.
Make your own way.
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The girl stopped and left.
The bright moon separates the branches, and the formation of wild geese is frightened by the cold.
In that long and heavy night, although the sky is vast and vast, it is difficult to see the light.
The flock of geese returning south travels under the fallen and lightless stars, carrying the distant but deep darkness on their backs.
The leading goose had extremely extraordinary cultivation, and a faint blue cold light emitted from its wings.
Layers of it rippled out in the dead sea of clouds, only to be recovered in an instant.
The ripples were just the appearance of water waves, and the crushed moonlight fell on the wild goose formation.
The dark curtain, which could clearly block out the sky but was firmly fixed by a few dim stars, suddenly regained its freedom.
Nan Xiao had an idea and just raised his head.
In the field of vision, a flock of geese in the distance, led by the leading goose, tore a hole in the dry sky in a few waves of wings.
A large amount of starlight poured out from the entrance of the cave, which was more powerful than the hanging springs and waterfalls.
Unfortunately, starlight is not endless and cannot last.
The few stars dimmed again.
Nian Ranran was sleepy-eyed. She was very favored in the sect and had seen similar domain sects. She could see the key at a glance. So he sighed with some regret: "Region Gate? The only way to escape from the chess game is that it is in the sky, and it is only open to the Dayan ethnic group."
The domain gate opens the door to heaven and earth, crossing the infinite void.
The mountains and rivers in Nan Xiao's eyes were superimposed to the limit, and he could vaguely see the gleaming light repairing the crack in the sky at the edge of the small hole.
Just when she wanted to peer deeper along the hole, Nan Xiao had no choice but to give up prying due to the excruciating pain.
The being deep inside the cave entrance cannot be looked directly at.
The head goose chirped softly, and the entire formation of geese followed in unison, shooting out countless rays of light from their wings.
The silence of the night sky is just a mysterious and empty meaningless word description.
The glow of wings makes the long night lively.
These bright or dark, colorful lights are intertwined with each other and then merged into a giant network.
The hole is covered.
More specifically, the hole is bound.
It is captured.
Unable to move.
This large net was woven by the spiritual power of dozens of wild geese. It temporarily restricted some rules in the world, and the speed of sewing holes in the starry sky slowed down rapidly.
Immediately afterwards, the head goose flapped its wings, turned into a stream of light, and took the lead in getting into the crack.
The giant net automatically opens slightly, allowing it to flow unimpeded.
Then, dozens more geese followed closely.
The bright moon returned to the branches, and there were no more wild geese in the sky.
The long night returned to deathly silence.
On the black curtain, the stars are still dim.
Fish leap over the dragon gate and rise from the deep pool, while wild geese return south and fall into the night sky.
Everything in the world is fighting for survival.
Nan Xiao calmed down and kept everything she saw tonight in mind.
The two men hunted pigs again and headed southwest again.
After a long time.
A blood-stained feather swung from the void and slowly fell along the footsteps of the breeze.
No one knows which wild goose it once belonged to.
The past returns to the night sky.
There are still 3,000 words short of 20,000, which will be added later.
