As he spoke, Xiao Naihe thought of the man in white who appeared in the illusion. He killed the giant of the Ten Thousand Gods Sky Realm with one sword. Even the giant-level Yun Xiaozi, Mian Yin Laoguai and Headmaster Mo Xian, they were there. Even at his peak, he couldn't achieve such a terrifying record.
At this time, the three ancient souls were inferring that the Wushuang Sect was connected to the man in white, and that the battle for hegemony in the Wushuang world might be within the control of the Wushuang Sect, or perhaps it was deliberately provoked by the Wushuang Sect.
The old monster Mian Yin asked: "You just said that the man in white was the one who sealed the ancient battlefield. What purpose did that guy have to seal the ancient battlefield?"
Yun Xiaozi shook his head, but before he spoke, Xiao Naihe's calm voice sounded: "Some powerful cultivators will have unknown habits. Seal the ancient battlefield and make the key to the Twelve Star Palace, perhaps to conceal it. What, maybe it’s just that guy’s prank from beginning to end, it’s immeasurable.”
"Indeed, there are only two possibilities."
"Not to mention these, our three old men are dead and have almost disappeared between heaven and earth now. We have no control over what happened tens of thousands of years ago. But before we leave, we have to leave some things for you boys and girls. Just a little gift.”
Yun Xiaozi waved his hand, unwilling to mention the matter of the ancient battlefield of Bliss again. The three ancient souls of them are all people who have been dead for tens of thousands of years, and they cannot see through anything. In just an instant, he calmed down.
While they were talking, Shaman Yinnu, Han Zhenji and three others also came back.
"Did you get the stuff?"
"I got the senior, but the master's body was surrounded by death energy, so he maintained his true state, but his soul was destroyed and no ancient soul could be formed." Shamanzi sighed slightly, and she also hoped that Shamanzi could leave a piece of it. Inheritance, or the existence of an ancient soul.
"The shaman ring is a token of your shamanism. It is made of meteorites from the sky. Even giants cannot blast them away, so you don't have to worry about them being damaged. Now that you have found them, that's the best." Yun Xiaozi nodded.
Headmaster Mo Xian suddenly raised his head, greeted the other three people, and shouted: "Except the little girl Shamanjiao, you three little guys come here. Since you want to enter my Yantian Pavilion, I will also I want to give you a little gift. All three of you, close your eyes."
Xiao Naihe didn't understand why, in terms of longevity, Headmaster Mo Xian lived longer than he had in two lifetimes. But in terms of experience and knowledge, Xiao Naihe is definitely no worse than Headmaster Mo Xian.
But now, he didn't know what Master Mo Xian was going to do.
"Close your eyes."
Xiao Naihe closed his eyes, but he released a trace of consciousness and paid attention to the situation outside at any time. It was not that he was too sensitive, but that he had to be careful about too many things in his two lives.
Headmaster Mo Xian seemed very kind from beginning to end, but none of the giants in ancient times were simple. If Headmaster Mo Xian wanted to seize his or Han Zhenji's bodies, he could do it.
In this world, there are some people who can stab the people around them without hesitation, let alone the ancient souls they have seen for less than two hours. Xiao Naihe is not so naive, thinking that anyone can give him a great opportunity, so he must be on guard against others.
It was as if Headmaster Mo Xian had realized that he was a demon, a Buddha, and a human being in the third cultivation. His body texture was extremely high. Even if a saint was in trouble, he would have evil thoughts. Know people, know faces, but don’t know hearts!
"I have condensed the five Buddhas in my heart. If this old man really wants to seize my body, I will definitely blast him out as soon as possible." Xiao Naihe thought about it in his mind and stopped talking nonsense.
Xiao Naihe, Han Zhenji, and Zurong all closed their eyes, and Xiao Naihe was not the only one. Han Zhenji and Zurong were not just ordinary people who could cultivate to the Divine Sky Realm in the casual cultivation world. The two of them closed their eyes, but they had already been cautious.
"I hope this will be useful to you." Headmaster Mo Xian's voice sounded, full of rigor.
Before Xiao Naihe could react, a warm breath suddenly rushed in. After opening his eyes, he seemed to be in a different space.
The surroundings were surrounded by stars, and bits and pieces of rune shapes floated and flickered in the surrounding sky. Xiao Naihe turned around and saw that Han Zhenji and Zurong also looked curious.
Especially in this space, it seems as if a pair of eyes have been born invisibly. The eyes are full of wisdom. There are countless pictures and texts flashing in the depths of the eyes, like stars in the sky, mysterious and mysterious.
These pictures and texts include fine symbols, words, pictures, etc., which are constantly arranged, and countless possibilities are calculated. It is very mysterious and never-ending.
"What is this?" Han Zhenji and Zu Rong both exclaimed. This is the first time they have encountered such a situation after practicing for so long. The situation around them was beyond their control, and the manifestations of it even gave them the urge to worship.
Xiao Naihe looked calm. He had been a human in two lives, and although he was not a human cultivator in his previous life, he had cultivated to the ranks of heavenly demons, far more powerful than Master Mo Xian.
However, Headmaster Mo Xian's attainments in human cultivation were much higher than those of Xiao Naihe now. Those who have mastered come first. Xiao Naihe’s understanding of human nature is not as good as that of Master Mo Xian. This is one of the reasons why he is willing to practice in Yantian Pavilion.
"Don't worry, these are the Taoist methods and experiences that Master Mo Xian has cultivated over the years. Although they are not given to us directly in the form of teaching skills, they are of great help to us."
Xiao Naihe took one look and knew what Headmaster Mo Xian was thinking.
Han Zhenji and Zurong hurriedly shut up and concentrated on memorizing these Taoism and experiences. The Taoism and experience of the God Lord Realm are the most precious. No matter how many magic weapons and pills are produced in the ancient battlefield, it is not as good as watching the Taoism and experience of the God Lord Realm.
Xiao Naihe memorized it carefully in his mind, and after some grinding, he had memorized all these Taoisms. He has obtained the origin of Buddhism and has opened up the great wisdom acupoints. As long as he is given some time to refine these Tao methods, once he reaches the state, he can naturally display them.
"The ways of humanity are indeed mysterious. Each of the six realms has its own advantages. Whether it is humanity or Buddhism, witchcraft, etc., I have too many things to improve now."
Xiao Naihe closed his eyes slightly and digested all the Taoist pictures and texts. After an unknown amount of time, when he opened his eyes again, the three ancient souls in front of him had disappeared, leaving only Han Zhenji, Shaman Yinnu and Zu Rong.
"It's indeed time to leave." Xiao Naihe murmured.