I have the strongest merit system

Chapter 915 The old woman who covets the milk baby

call!

Coming back from death again.

Wei Yang's eyes were no longer shining brightly, but became tired.

Even if it's not real death.

But the number of deaths has increased, and I can't bear it mentally.

He withdrew from the forbidden area.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he began to digest the harvest.

Milkman flew over in a hurry, circled around a few times, and said, "It's all right? Did we both enter the same forbidden area? Didn't you see that towering and powerful witch? Or didn't you meet him?" Bai Ze Divine Beast, crushing mountains and rivers?"

"Mother, you are able to face such a terrifying scene calmly. It seems that you have benefited from it?"

"Where does this make sense?"

Milkman was extremely depressed, but after looking at the forbidden area, he finally forcibly suppressed his anticipation.

People are incomparable.

This hunk is also different from me.

I want to believe in fate.

Breath adjustment is completed again, and the spirit recovers.

After a little calculation, Wei Yang clicked his tongue.

It's been a full month.

It seems that digestion is also a time-consuming thing.

Standing up, Wei Yang stretched his waist, feeling the flow of sword energy in his body.

If you say, the sword energy before is like a big river.

Today's sword energy is like a vast ocean, not only more majestic, but also more unfathomable.

now.

Wei Yang even had a feeling that the so-called Saint Realm might not be enough for him to cut the ground with a single sword.

But Wei Yang was not complacent.

At least.

His current strength is still a bit behind that of the Great Witch of the Witch Clan.

Not to mention, under the attack of the group of witches, Bai Ze was still alive, and there were even stronger bosses?

My goal should not be restricted by the realm of saints at all, but to be in line with the ancient times.

perhaps.

One day in the future.

I, Wei Yang, cut across the world with one sword, and surrendered all spirits. That is the realm I should pursue.

now.

But even the sword power is not qualified to practice, what is the pride?

Pure Yang Sword Intent, the intention is big, wide, and boundless.

I want to keep climbing, and eventually the sword will become powerful, and I will have my own sword field.

"Are you awake? You don't want to go in again, do you?"

At this moment, Milkman flew over and asked curiously.

Wei Yang smiled and said, "Why don't you go?"

The milk boy said: "The risk is too great, you have already benefited, why do you want to try it? To be a human being, you must be content."

"Tsk tsk, you are not a human being, but you still know how to be a human?" Wei Yang was surprised.

Milkman's face darkened: "I suspect you're scolding me, and there's plenty of evidence."

Wei Yang said: "So?"

Milkman was aggrieved for a moment, and said a few words through his teeth: "Good scolding."

"So nice."

Wei Yang patted Naiwazi on the head, and was about to say something when suddenly his expression changed and he looked into the distance.

The milk boy was curious, but soon, he hid behind Wei Yang, sticking out his little head with a curious expression on his face.

After a while, several bosses with astonishing aura flew over.

These few are actually saints!

In today's era, the primordial spirit can stand side by side, and the gods and wonderlands are all masters of the mountains. It cannot be said that there is no such thing as the saints, but they are basically the legendary bosses.

Everyone only needs to hear their names to frighten the heroes.

Any sect, if it has a Saint Realm, is enough to protect the sect for ten thousand years.

Unexpectedly, this time, five people came!

Wei Yang was a little surprised.

Milkman was also a little dignified.

Wei Yang is not afraid.

But he can't.

Although he has an extraordinary background, Naiwazi is still a mountain spirit after all, and has not yet become a real mountain god, and he has no power to fight back in the face of a saint.

Soon, the five saints approached and landed beside Wei Yang.

There are five saints, three men and two women, an old man, a Confucian scholar, a female Taoist priest, an old woman, and an old monk.

It seems that the five saints come from different places.

And even though they fell next to Wei Yang, they didn't pay attention to Wei Yang, but looked at the largest forbidden area in this sword field, one by one, with hot eyes.

"Sure enough, there is such a thick evil spirit. This is the center of the battlefield between the ancient witch clan and the monster clan. Inside, there is a great saint of the monster clan and a great witch of the witch clan."

The old man spoke first, with a look of amazement.

"Amitabha, in this place, I have the opportunity of my Buddhism." The old monk with white eyebrows, with a solemn face, clasped his hands together, looking very compassionate.

The female Taoist sneered; "Buddhism is really a new trick, and it is eaten all over the world. Look at me, do you have any fate with Buddhism?"

The old monk looked at the female Taoist priest, and said, "If Zixia Tianjun loves the way of Buddhism, the door of Buddhism will naturally be opened."

"Oh, you are really welcome, Zen Master Longmen, I would like to see what kind of Buddha fate you can get here."

The female Taoist priest looked disdainful.

The old monk laughed and said nothing.

"Hey, there is actually a young man here? Not bad, he actually made it here!" The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at Wei Yang, smiled and spoke, looking very generous.

Wei Yang smiled and said nothing.

Several saints glanced at Wei Yang.

If it was the sword intent that couldn't be hidden on Wei Yang's body before, they wouldn't dare to fall here.

But the current Wei Yang has long been perfect, and unless he is a strong man of the same realm, he can't see the slightest clue.

And Wei Yang didn't pretend to be an ordinary person, but showed the aura of a sword cultivator, not strong, but not weak, almost like the Yang God Realm.

Such a sword repair is also very extraordinary.

At least in the eyes of several saints, Wei Yang is not bad, he is a person who is qualified to talk.

After all, he is a sword cultivator, and his strength is superior to that of practitioners of the same realm.

But soon, the silver-haired old woman's eyes lit up, and she looked at Wei Yang's little head sticking out from behind his shoulders with fiery eyes, and said pleasantly, "The ancient mountain spirit!"

Ok?

The expressions of the other saints moved slightly, and they looked at Naiwazi in surprise.

Milkman was startled, and hurriedly looked back.

"It's a good chance to get an ancient mountain spirit here." The old woman looked at Wei Yang and spoke directly.

Wei Yang smiled: "You're being polite, it's just a coincidence."

"Are you destined? Then how about your fate, let me?" the old woman asked again.

Wei Yang paused.

The other saints hesitated to speak, but they didn't speak either.

After all, I said it before I came here, whoever discovers it first will get it.

At least, there is priority.

Now that the old woman speaks, they can only wait for the next wave.

Moreover, I really want to wait.

After all, the ancient mountain spirit.

Even if it is only integrated into an ordinary mountain, that mountain can become a holy land of spiritual mountains within a hundred years.

And several saints know better.

The old woman's mountain gate seems to have encountered problems a long time ago.

If an ancient mountain spirit can be stored in it, it will not only solve the problem, but also get an ancient mountain god, which has a deep foundation and is enough to help the mountain gate go further.

Therefore, the old woman spoke without hesitation, even if there was a suspicion of robbery, she would not hesitate.

After all, it is related to the prosperity of the sect, and as the boss of the sect, it is obligatory to plan for the sect.

Wei Yang frowned slightly, and said, "He is my friend, not a commodity."

When Naiwazi heard what Wei Yang said, she was overjoyed, then stuck out her head and stuck out her tongue at the old woman with a look of disdain.

The old woman liked the spirit of this little kid more and more.

This is definitely a top-grade mountain spirit in ancient times.

Rare, very rare.

The old woman said decisively; "Little friend, you are a sword cultivator, right? If you are willing to give me the mountain spirit, I will give you a copy, the inheritance of ancient sword cultivators, what do you think?"

Hearing this, Wei Yang couldn't help laughing: "Then let me ask, can this inheritance kill you with a single sword?"