Fighting beyond the sky

"Do you want to become stronger?" the old man asked.

Xuesi was stunned when he heard the words. It is everyone's dream to become stronger. Who doesn't want to stand above thousands of people and overlook the feeling of all living beings. Facing the old man's question, Xuesi naturally nodded heavily: "This Of course...is there anyone who doesn't want to become stronger?"

Xuesi was puzzled, the old man smiled lightly again when he heard the words, and continued: "Then why do you become stronger?"

"Senior... With the talent of the junior, if it weren't for the help of the Palace Master, it would be very difficult to achieve what I am today. For me, I am already very satisfied..." Xuesi did not dare to speak nonsense, and said respectfully.

"Satisfied? Think again, you are satisfied. After gaining strength, what have you gained and what have you lost? Is everything you have now really what you want?" the old man murmured. After saying that, he was startled. He was always fighting to survive in the Temple of Demons. It seemed that he had forgotten his inner desire. Constantly improving his strength has become a necessity for survival. When life is not guaranteed, what is the true desire in his heart? The only thing is to look pale and weak.

"I have no relatives, and I have no ties. I just want to become stronger and make everyone look up to me. That's what I want." Xuesi's eyes were suddenly filled with hostility. It exists in anyone in the Demon Palace, and this is because they have spent a long time in killing.

"Well, it seems that you know what you want very well. Although it is impossible to achieve, it is a good thing to know what you want. I wonder if you have discovered one thing." The old man nodded. Ambition, but this is also what most people think, including the former Beitian Rift.

"What's the matter, senior please tell me." Xuesi shook his head.

"Everyone in the Wanmo Temple is...orphan, no relatives, no friends, and no worries, don't you find it strange?" The old man said slowly, almost everyone in the Wanmo Temple is their own For the sake of business, very few people will get to know each other, let alone talk about their backgrounds. Xuesi knows that many people have no relatives and no reason, but he didn't expect it to be everyone.

"Senior, what do you mean... is the palace master who killed everyone's relatives and friends?" Xuesi's eyes shrank slightly. Among the many forces, the Wanmo Palace did not have a large number of people, but the reason why it was able to survive was that it was able to be an individual. Standing in the upper realm, everyone's strength is extremely strong, especially some old monsters who have lived tens of thousands of years.

When Bei Tianlie led the rapid development of the Wanmo Temple, a large number of powerful people rose up in the Wanmo Temple. Only Qianrenbian swept away many forces and remained undefeated, and the reputation of the Wanmo Temple was also derived from this.

However, even though Wanmodian tried its best to conceal the disappearance of Beitianlie, after a long time, Wanmodian repeatedly lost battles, and the matter was exposed. In the end, it had no choice but to ask Beitianlie to come out of the mountain, but unexpectedly, Beitianlie died. What is alive is just a vulgar old man who doesn't want to participate in world affairs.

"If not, how could it be as you said, the reason why you said what you said just now is that you have no ties, don't take loneliness as freedom, don't take no way to choose as your own direction, because you can no longer control Your current life." The old man said slowly, Xue Si was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, time is the best way to erase all bad memories.

???Xue suddenly became speechless, but after careful recollection, he really found that he seemed to have forgotten what his original intention was. The words of the old man, for those who are on a long journey of cultivation, the Taoist heart will understand He has a weak point, but he is also the cultivator of the Temple of Ten Thousand Demons, so the old man clearly knows that although the cultivator of the Temple of Ten Thousand Demons is powerful, his loneliness has always been hidden deep in his heart.

Usually it can be hidden very deeply, but when someone pries open this place, few people can not be moved by it.

"What does senior mean by saying this?" Xuesi cupped his hands slightly, a little puzzled.

"The meaning is very simple. I just want to tell you that cultivating blindly is meaningless. It is better to follow the old man to learn how to fish, learn all kinds of flowers and plants, and cultivate one's morality. It is much more interesting than tedious cultivation. Why don't you think about it and get free tuition?" the old man said. Suddenly he opened his mouth and showed a kind smile. It turned out that the previous serious remarks were just trying to persuade them to stay and brainwash them.

Xuesi almost spit out a mouthful of old blood when he heard the words, so it turned out that the old man meant that for a long time, and Xuesi thought that the old man was going to tell him some great truths.

"Senior, let's go out, the Palace of Demons needs you!" Xuesi cupped his fists again and said, while the old man smiled and waved his hands.

"Like I said, Beitian Lie is dead, and Wanmodian has nothing to do with me. Don't mention this matter again, or I'll turn you both into fertilizer." The old man said with a smile, but he didn't Feeling a little joking, Xue suddenly didn't dare to say more.

"Follow me during this period of time, even if you have paid back the last karma of the Wanmo Temple." The old man said again, and Xuesi exchanged a glance with the figure beside him when he heard the words. The old man meant that they should worship him Teacher.

Without any hesitation, Xuesi immediately knelt down and cupped his fists.

"You don't need to salute, I can teach you, but I don't accept disciples, get up." The old man looked at the kneeling Xuesi and said slowly, Xuesi was slightly taken aback, a little puzzled.

Not apprentice?But teach them again?
"It's a fate that you come here, and...presumably the palace master didn't mean to let me go out, but him..." The old man said, and then slowly looked at Xue Si's body The figure next to him.

The figure was disheveled, slightly embarrassed, with bright red hair, exuding a very strong chill and resentment. At this time, the figure slowly raised his head, and looked at the old man with a pair of blood eyes. To the old man, he just clasped his fist slightly, There was no mood swing in his eyes.

"The body of resentment, it seems that the palace master has wasted a lot of effort, he wants to create a second... Beitianxie." The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured.

Xuesi didn't understand, because he knew very little about the figure beside him, only his name... Hun Tiandi! !
The old man turned around, heaved a long sigh, complex expressions appeared in his eyes, and immediately waved his hand, the immortal energy gushed out, turning into two trees. look like.

"Idle is idle. It's okay to teach you. Anyway, for that kid, you can't be his threat. He doesn't want to stay here, so you can stay here." The old man said slowly, Xuesi and Emperor Huntian both nodded slightly after hearing the words. It is natural to get twice the result with half the effort if taught by the number one powerhouse who used to be the strongest in the Temple of All Demons.