Suddenly, a low and majestic voice sounded, as if coming from across time and space, carrying endless vicissitudes of life.

"Bold! Let go immediately and kneel down to accept death." The figure of the Venomous Fang Ancestor became more and more solid, staring at Yuan Ze with cold and ruthless eyes, as if looking at an ant.

"Father, save me!"

As Gui Ya's shout came from the demon's heart, Venom Ya's ancestor's face darkened and he said again: "Let it go, I can let you go."

Yuan Ze's face was cold, and the terrifying aura of the Venomous Fang Ancestor made him extremely afraid. Although he didn't want to admit it, at this moment, he had to admit that he was a little unable to move, and was suppressed by a force invisibly.

As long as the other party has a thought, he may die. This is Yuan Ze's most intuitive feeling now. A fierce battle between heaven and man is going on in his mind.

It is undeniable that Yuan Ze has never thought about putting down the demon heart in his hands. It is not only his life and death enemy, but also a life-saving talisman at this moment. As for the words of the Venomous Fang Ancestor, he will not believe a word.

Yuan Ze was in a dilemma for a while. He knew that the longer time passed, the more unfavorable the situation would be for him. No matter how you look at it, Venomous Fang Ancestor is not a patient character.

Thinking of various possibilities, Yuan Ze couldn't help but look at the monk in the distance. Not sure if it was an illusion, but he actually saw the monk smiling and nodding towards him.

"Amitabha, we still don't know whether it will be a blessing or a disaster. Why don't we give it a try?"

As the clear words sounded in his mind, Yuan Ze's eyes flashed with surprise, and then he was shocked to find that the monk had disappeared from where he was.

boom.

"Junior, let go quickly!" At this time, the Venomous Fang Ancestor roared again, and the terrifying aura poured out in all directions, making the mountains and forests rustle.

"Amitabha, it's time for the donor to make a decision."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young monk appeared beside Yuan Ze inexplicably.

"Ah."

Yuan Ze smiled and did not pay attention to the monk beside him. His eyes fell on the Venomous Fang Ancestor and he had already made his decision.

puff!

Roar!

Seeing the demon's heart being crushed by Yuan Ze, Venomous Fang Ancestor's eyes were about to burst. Suddenly, a thunderous roar resounded throughout the world, and in an instant, the huge figure rushed directly towards Yuan Ze.

"Ah! You all deserve to die!"

Yuan Ze's pupils dilated instantly. He was horrified to find that he could not even think of a single thought of resistance. At this moment, he only had one thought: he would die.

"Amitabha."

At the critical moment, the young monk clasped his hands and took a step forward. Then the wind blew under his feet. He calmly met the Venomous Fang Ancestor and raised his hand to strike.

Boom!

Between the lightning and flint, the ordinary palm print collided with the Venomous Fang Ancestor, causing the sky to change drastically and the ground to tremble.

boom!

"Ah! I have written it down!" With an unwilling roar, the figure of the Venomous Fang Ancestor completely disappeared in the air.

The surroundings gradually returned to calm, but it was obvious that Xiao Sha's aura was still permeating the surroundings, and Yuan Ze's heart could not be calm for a long time.

Seeing the young monk walking towards him, Yuan Ze did not dare to be careless. The opponent's strength was unfathomable, which made him feel even more uneasy.

boom!

At this moment, the rainbow rays of light at the mountain col became brighter, and then disappeared invisible after a moment.

"Amitabha, it seems that a treasure has been born." The young monk stopped and preached to Yuan Ze who was not far away.

"Thank you Master for saving me." Yuan Ze smiled bitterly in his heart and bowed to the monk. As for the treasure, he had no idea at all.

"Those who are destined to know the treasure will know that the donor can do whatever he wants." The young monk returned the gift and said slowly.

"This?" Yuan Ze's expression changed slightly, and he even wondered if he had heard wrongly, and looked at the other party.

"Master, do you mean that this treasure is destined to me?"

"That's right." The young monk nodded.

Hearing this, Yuan Ze felt relieved and said gratefully again: "Thank you, Master, for your help."

Whoosh!

Soon, Yuan Ze fell into the mountain col. The treasure was close at hand, and he was extremely excited.

Not far away, a completely black stick stood on the ground, with strange patterns carved on both ends. As soon as he saw this treasure, Yuan Ze felt something in his heart, as if he had seen an old friend reunited after a long separation.

Buzz!

Yuan Ze reached out and grabbed the stick, and an inexplicable message suddenly poured into his mind, and he gradually understood the origin of the treasure.

"Dingtian stick!" Yuan Ze's eyes were fiery. He did not expect that this was actually a spiritual treasure level treasure.

The levels of treasures are magic weapons, magical weapons, spiritual weapons, Taoist weapons, holy weapons, and divine weapons. In the world of monsters and monsters, magical weapons are already rare treasures. As for treasures above Taoist weapons, you can't usually see them at all.

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"Haha!" Yuan Ze couldn't help laughing after receiving the treasure, and he quickly refined the Dingtian Staff.

Whoosh.

"Sure enough, you are destined to me. It was easily refined." Yuan Ze waved the Dingtian Stick in his hand repeatedly.

"Congratulations to the donor."

At this time, the young monk and the old monk came to Yuan Ze and congratulated him with a smile.

"Thank you so much, Master." Yuan Ze said politely as he put away the Dingtian Stick.

"There is no need to thank you. Cultivation and cultivation of immortals is based on destiny, destiny, earthly blessings, and human resources." The young monk said calmly with clear eyes.

"I've been taught a lesson." Yuan Ze nodded knowingly.

"I'm Yuan Ze, what do you call master?"

"The poor monk is a disciple of Dharma. This person is a secular sinner. He is considered my disciple."

"I have seen a son hate his master and sin against his master." Yuan Ze was slightly surprised, but he didn't expect that this old monk was just his disciple.

"Almsgiver Yuan Ze, would you like to follow the poor monk to a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters to discuss Taoism?" Zihen asked gently.

"That's what I wish for." Yuan Ze happily accepted.

After a while, Yuan Ze followed Zi Hen to an open place on the top of a certain mountain. Looking around, he saw the surrounding scenery was excellent. The mountains were nestled against the water, and the water reflected the mountains. It was quiet and quiet, and there was a touch of loneliness.

Yuan Ze had no idea where this place was, but he didn't panic at all. The location of Mo Yushan was already firmly in his mind.

"Please give me a favor, please, Yuan Ze." Zihen sat on the ground and gestured.

"Please." Yuan Ze calmly sat down facing each other.

He originally thought that discussing Taoism would be boring, but after a while, Yuan Ze found that it was not the case at all. He could always benefit a lot from Zihen's plain words.

Soon after, the discussion came to an end. At this time, as the sun was approaching, Yuan Ze and Zi Hen discussed their respective matters. Shan Sin stood there without saying a word. I don't know why, but he had a candle in his hand.

Later, Yuan Ze learned something from Zi Hen that almost shocked his jaw.

"The son hates the master, you, are you father and son?"

Looking at Yuan Ze with a shocked face, Ji Gen nodded.

"The past was like a shackles. It wasn't until I escaped into Buddhism that I finally realized that the past was like smoke."

Yuan Ze was a little confused. His son became his father's master. What the hell was this? It was so ridiculous.

"I hate Master, what exactly happened, can you tell me?" Yuan Ze asked in a low voice, suppressing the curiosity in his heart.

"It's just grudges in the world of mortals. Donor Yuan Ze wants to hear it, but the poor monk can explain it." Zi Hen looked at Yuan Ze calmly and said.

"The worldly sin killed the poor monk's wife and children, and the poor monk also killed the wife of the worldly sin. How long will it take to retaliate? It's better to let go completely."

"Master." Upon hearing this, Su Xin knelt down with a thud, a look of pain on his face.

"That year..." Zi Hen glanced at Su Sin and continued.

After listening to Zihen's story, Yuan Ze was speechless for a long time. This monk with a gentle face and a heart as bright as sunshine actually had such a dark past.
Chapter completed!