The beginning of the wilderness accepts Styx as godson

You are so enlightened!
I haven't realized it yet!
Yang Li scratched his head, not knowing what Jieyin was doing.

It has long been heard that the old monk likes to play games, he is mysterious, and he always beats around the bush when he speaks.

Now that I've seen it with my own eyes, I know it's true.

Why did I ask you a question, you didn't even say a fart, just bowed to me, and then said you got enlightened, what do you mean?
Yang Li originally wanted to guess if the master was explaining some mysterious truth.

Does this bow have any deep meaning?

But when I think about it, I get a headache, which is the most annoying thing.

It would be nice for everyone to explain clearly.

After a while, Yang Li felt dissatisfied with the master in his heart, it was too showy.

"If you realize it, then you should. I didn't realize it anyway."

He received the lead but nodded, knowing that the other party didn't want to say too clearly, after all, this matter is far more embarrassing than being injured.

It's my own ideas that have gone wrong.

Looking at other people's minds, and then thinking about myself, the reception is even more ashamed, and I just want to turn around and leave.

But the kindness of pointing has already had a cause and effect, and I dare not neglect this matter.

"Fellow Daoist Yang Li, thanks to your kindness today, I understand a lot of things, and the road ahead will be smoother. I will definitely repay this kindness. In the future, if you have anything, you can let me know. I will definitely help."

"Of course, I know that compared to you, fellow daoist, I am a little weaker in receiving and guiding, but this is also my intention. Moreover, not only you, fellow daoist, but anyone who is related to fellow daoist, friends, disciples, can come I, Western Cult, ask for help, and I will do my best to help!"

Yang Li was shocked. This is really a living Buddha. After being punched and struck by a sword, he still felt that he had taken advantage of him.

How did this kind of person live so long in the wild where liars and perverts are rampant?

If this met Master Huang Long, would he not lose money?
Um?Speaking of that big fool, Tongtian, why did he just run away?
After thinking about it for a while, Yang Li suddenly realized that Tongtian still had some conscience, and found out that this kind of idiot... Ah no, this kind of good person is so easy to fool, probably couldn't bear it, and left directly.

Feeling emotional in his heart, he hesitated for a moment, and Yang Li said: "Master, you are too modest. Although those illusions are scary, they look very realistic."

What Yang Li was referring to was the ripples caused by the aftermath of the previous saint, and the golden light that filled the sky.

It looks too powerful, but unfortunately it has no power.

Jieyin didn't understand what Yang Li was talking about, when did he use illusion?

"It's not that I'm humble, I really feel that I'm a little too weak."

Knowing the truth that Tongtian was not scared away by himself, and then thinking about other saints, thinking about receiving and guiding, his combat power, no matter how he ranks, seems to be in the second place.

Fight with Zhunti...

Sanqing is naturally not an opponent.

Even Nu Wa, there is a high probability that she can't fight.

Don't look at her as a woman, but she has created the future protagonist human race, her luck has increased, her cultivation level has also increased, except that the magic weapon is not as good as Sanqing's, but her morality is not bad at all.

The more Jieyin thought about it, the sadder he became, and he couldn't help asking: "Fellow Daoist Yang Li, how can I become stronger?"

Without even thinking about it, Yang Li blurted out: "Aren't you a Western religion? You cut yourself bald!"

Baldness is the primary productivity of the strong.

How many strong people are bald and become stronger.

Jie Yin was stunned for a moment, and remembered what Yang Li had said before, that hair was a thread of worry, knowing that Yang Li was still trying to wake himself up, so don't be too obsessed.

"Fellow Daoist is right!"

Jie Yin gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand to wipe his head, the golden light flashed, and all the original hair disappeared immediately, revealing the bald, round top of the skull.

A clear breath spread from the top of his head immediately, and he really felt that his whole body was lightened at this moment, as if many restraints had been removed.

"Fellow Daoist's words really make sense! When I return to the Western Cult, I will issue a decree. From now on, all Western Cultists must shave their heads!"

"Ah?" Yang Li was dumbfounded, as if he had done something extraordinary.

Did the patriarch of Western religion cut his bald head under his own reminder?

In the original history, did there really exist a self that affected everything?
Yang Li couldn't figure out the mysteries of time and space at all, he could only be shocked now.

After all, this is also a historic moment.

"Fellow Daoist Yang Li, it was my fault before, and I am very ashamed. In the future, you can go to the West as a guest, and I will treat you well."

Jieyin smiled, talked to Yang Li, hesitated for a moment, then turned to Minghe and said, "Daoist Minghe, you are the same, I teach the West, and you are also welcome to be a guest."

"Who knows if I will come back after I go." Styx murmured, but Jieyin smiled slightly and didn't care at all.

"Fellow Daoist, then I have to go."

Before Yang Li could speak, Ming He choked and said, "Go quickly, no one will keep you, go quickly, go now, don't bleed any more!"

Finding that Jieyin is really not his godfather's opponent, Styx has a reliance, and his words are not polite.

At this moment, he was looking at Jieyin's chest and abdomen, where blood was continuously bleeding, falling to the ground, and a vibrant aura was born.

But this is not a good thing for the Netherworld.

Here, what is wanted is dead energy, not spiritual energy!
"If you bleed for a while, the nether world will turn into the world of life and spirits. Let's go!"

Styx urged, worried in his heart, wondering how much effort it would take to remove the blood of these saints.

It's a pity to purify directly, after all, it's the blood of a saint.

But if you let the sea of ​​blood absorb it, the blood you receive will have an obvious conflict with your own way of killing, which is harmful but not beneficial.

The guide pretended not to hear what Styx said, and was still smiling at Yang Li.

Yang Li yelled at Minghe, and said with a smile: "Then master, please go ahead, I just met my godson here, and I have to catch up on the past, so it's inconvenient to send it off."

Jie Yin nodded, opened the space, and went straight in. Just when he was about to pass through, his eyelids jumped, and he turned around and saw a Taoist sneaking around at the wall of the space.

"Tongtian?"

Tongtian didn't expect Jieyin to leave as soon as he said so, and before he had time to hide, after being discovered, he quickly adjusted his expression, with a cold look: "Jieyin, you are injured at this time, and I won't take advantage of you. Things, sooner or later we have to talk about it!"

At this time, Jieyin had calmed down, sighed, shook his head, said nothing more, and went directly to the west through the turbulent flow of space.

Tong Tian glared at the opponent's back, and leaned against the wall of the space, listening to the movement of the Netherworld.