Chapter 579 Midwinter

The autumn wind blows slowly, blowing down the yellow leaves.

Pang Wenlong flicked his fingers, and Chi Lian fell asleep with a depressed look on his face.

"I met that old ghost three times."

Pang Wenlong flicked his sleeves and robe, turned his hands behind his back and looked at Li Yuan, who was frowning:

"When it comes to realm, this beast is still above me. Back then, I didn't even do my best, and even got hurt because of it. I had to take a risk and disappear into the secluded realm..."

When Pang Wenlong talked about the past, Li Yuan pulled up a chair, poured tea for him, and listened quietly.

"Since ancient times, there have been many people offering sacrifices to the Bafang Temple. It is said that the twelve Heavenly Fortune Mysterious Weapons originated from the sacrifices held in the past dynasties. However, the sacrifices are too mysterious and bizarre, and some other things may be sacrificed."

Pang Wenlong picked up the teacup and calmly narrated:

"During the Great Zhou Dynasty, Master had bad luck and sacrificed such a monster. As a result, Great Zhou died, and Master also disappeared without a trace..."

Li Yuan listened quietly, mentally comparing his words with the information he had gained from listening to the music in the past few years.

After listening to music for several years, he knew some secrets better than Pang Wenlong.

Not only this cloud demon, but also the Thousand-Eyed Dharma Master, and even the remains of the little female dragon, seemed to be related to the Great Sacrifice.

The Bafang Temple does not refuse sacrifices, but it will not actively accept them when it is not open. Therefore, large sacrifices are risky, and fortune and crisis coexist.

Pang Wenlong's great sacrifice attracted heavenly fire...

"That old ghost is neither alive nor dead, and is weird and abnormal. I really have no confidence in killing this beast. Therefore, if this woman's divination comes true, it will be a good thing for me."

Pang Wenlong put down his tea cup.

'You really don't take your life seriously...'

Li Yuan's teeth were a bit sour, but he couldn't help but admire him.

If his morals are eight thousand, then the Grand Ancestor of Great Luck has at least ten thousand.

"Senior, this woman's divination may not be true. Senior, you should think twice before acting..."

After a second thought, Li Yuan still tried to persuade him tactfully.

"nonsense."

Seeing his frown and hesitation, Pang Wenlong suddenly became speechless: "Don't think about it, I'm not willing to give up my life for that old ghost."

"Then you are?"

Li Yuan felt slightly relieved.

"I have lived for fifteen hundred years. Although I lived in seclusion most of the time and took many life-extending things, my life is only about one or two hundred years."

Pang Wenlong sighed:

"Even if there is no such thing as a natural disaster, I will find this beast soon."

When he said this, he paused slightly, and seeing that Li Yuan was listening seriously, he said: "In a life-and-death fight, it may be possible to use the old ghost's hands to cut off the energy of the Bafang Temple..."

"Um?"

Li Yuan was shocked.

"I have had doubts about Master's death many years ago. He is not a person who cares about the world, and there is no reason for him to fight to the death with the Cloud Demon..."

With these words, Pang Wenlong lowered his voice subconsciously.

"...makes sense."

Li Yuan's heart moved slightly:

"Senior Dragon Demon may not be dead?"

Recalling the Dragon Demon's handwriting and what he heard about the Dragon Demon Taoist, Li Yuan felt that it was very reasonable.

He was a man who could catch humans and dragons, breed them, and experiment with them. He had a truly cold temperament. He only had one disciple, Pang Wenlong, in his life, and the reason why he accepted him as a disciple was because Pang Wenlong's physique was something he had never seen before.

He will never fight to the death with Yun Mo for no reason...

"In the past few years, I have read through the books left by the Master several times. Although I am not sure, if there is no other way,

The only thing left is to give it a try."

After saying that, Pang Wenlong glanced at Chi Lian on the ground:

"The secluded environment is dangerous. It may be convenient for you to bring this girl with you, but we still don't know what methods the Poison Dragon Academy has. Maybe someone locked the location the moment you left the Bafang Temple..."

"Junior understands."

Li Yuan nodded.

"I'm still relieved about you."

Pang Wenlong didn't say much, and just asked: "When are you going to leave?"

"this……"

Li Yuan thought for a while and asked: "Senior, when will you take action against the imperial court?"

"What? You want to get involved?"

Pang Wenlong glanced at him and didn't hide anything:

"I'm just using this as an excuse to integrate the Five Great Dao Sects. I can't kill that old ghost. There's really no point in starting a war with the imperial court. It will only increase casualties."

Pang Wenlong was very calm.

Suffering from the heavenly fire for thousands of years, he naturally wanted to get rid of the cloud demon clan that occupied the magpie nest, but he knew even more clearly that the only threat to the imperial court was that old ghost.

"Is that so?"

Li Yuan was somewhat impressed.

After all, he was the founder of the country who once unified the world. Not to mention his martial arts level, his endurance alone was far beyond ordinary people.

"Compared to the disasters caused by the sun, what is the hatred of the country and the family?"

Pang Wenlong stood up and put his hands on his hands, his purple robe blown by the wind: "Everything has its own priorities. I understand, and you should understand too."

This is what urges you to start your journey.

Li Yuan felt enlightened and stood up and raised his hands: "Junior understands."

"Destroying the catastrophe is the most important thing."

Pang Wenlong turned around, his eyes calm and profound: "What you have to do is to find a way to break the disaster. As for the court or the old ghost,

That’s what I want to do, what does it have to do with you?”

Woo~

Li Yuan raised his head and felt the strong will of the Grand Ancestor of Universiade. He took a deep breath and said:

"The younger generation will hit the road after the year, bah, let's set off."

"good."

Pang Wenlong reached out and patted his shoulder, then turned to leave.

"senior."

Li Yuan called him: "Qi Benchu, how do you arrange it?"

"That boy..."

Pang Wenlong's expression moved slightly and he responded quickly: "Are you worried about that old ghost with thousands of eyes?"

"good."

Li Yuan nodded: "In the future foreseen by the Peeping God Sacrifice, this person is holding the Changhong Yiqi Sword..."

"Um……"

Pang Wenlong pondered for a moment and waved his hand:

"Just go and do your own thing, and leave the rest to me."

"yes."

Watching Pang Wenlong's retreating figure with his hands raised, Li Yuan's heart was filled with mixed emotions, depressed, yet somewhat relaxed.

Bad news, the sky is falling.

Good news, there's a tall guy holding it up.

In the small courtyard, Li Yuan stopped for a long time before he cleared away the distracting thoughts in his heart, woke up Chi Lian who had fainted on the ground, and continued to have a friendly conversation with her.

Although he had no intention of taking her with him, he still had some ideas about this immortal path.

Pointing the way can also be done here.

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To be continued...