Defying Mad God

Chapter 195 Passing You Rebirth Art!

Is anyone on Daoist Temple?

The two people and one sheep behind this scene saw that they were both pumps shrank, and he seemed to be waiting for Wang Fan to come, making people have one’s hair stand on end.

“Who is that person?” Xuan Meng was surprised.

“Dao Slave.”

Gu Tuo stared at the people on Daoist Temple and continued: “This Daoist Temple is weird. It already existed when the Ancient God Capital existed. It used to be a Daoist Family Saint, where the preaching, the fall of the Ancient God Capital. Neither Ancient God nor Ancient Demon dare go to this Daoist Temple. “

“Isn’t this letting Boss die?” Fatty Fan was anxious.

“Don’t worry, Grandpa won’t do anything unsure. Brat Fan is Myriad Spirit Desolate Body. Any doom will be resolved by him because he is the body of doom.” Gu Tuo said.

Wang Fan Along the ancient tea-horse trail in the middle of the mountain, he gradually walked towards Daoist Temple, and felt more and more heavy with each step.

Wang Fan looked up, and at the Daoist Temple halfway up the mountain, the silhouette became clearer and clearer, staring at him like that.

Finally, approaching Daoist Temple, the man also walked into Daoist Temple.

Wang Fan stood in front of Daoist Temple and was stunned.

rebirth concept.

The word rebirth contains too many meanings. He gritted his teeth, pushed the door of Daoist Temple, and stepped in.

“This is it!” Wang Fan pupils shrank.

Someone was inside the shabby ancient Daoist Temple!

Daoist Temple is not big. It only has one hundred cubic cubes. The years are in a hurry. The wooden equipment inside is very worn, but Wang Fan can feel that there is a force on the wooden equipment that supports them.

Wang Fan had a heavy breath, and he knew very well that any kind of power would disappear and disappear in the years, and the power on wood seemed to be eternal.

Is this Lord of Daoist Temple an Immortal?

He is not only in Daoist Temple, but also three.

Yes, they are not transformed by Heroic Soul or Resentful Spirit, but people who truly have life.

An old man with a lean face, he crossed his knees on a futon, and said something in his mouth. Although he read ancient language, Wang Fan had a wide range of knowledge and understood some.

“Rebirth arrive, rebirth death, one thought to be reborn, one thought to die.”

Wang Fan shook his head. He looked towards the other two, a man and a woman, respectively, wearing kimonos, and vicissitudes appeared on their faces. I don’t know how many years have been in this Daoist Temple.

They are the so-called Dao Slave.

In front of Daoist Temple, there is an old Daoist stone carving, divide poise and sagelike features, sitting cross-legged, with incense burner and tributes below.

Wang Fan pupils shrank, in the tribute, saw a seed the size of an apricot nucleus, exuding gloomy rays of light.

Soul Seed!

Wang Fan was short of breath.

There is also a book, dusty.

The three incense sticks are very ordinary, but Wang Fan feels very unusual. It must be something extraordinary.

He walked to the three tributes and picked up Soul Seed.

There was no accident that made him a little bit unbelievable. Did he get Soul Seed like this?

As for the other two tributes, he put them together and turned away.

“The tribute was taken away by the friend, why not let go of the new tribute!”

The old Daoist sitting at the front opened his mouth. He still sat cross-legged, his eyes did not open, he said lightly.

Wang Fan thought about it, took off the jade ring on his hand, put it on, and turned away.

However, Daoist, a man and a woman in Daoist Temple, stopped at the door and blocked the way.

“What do the two mean? The new tribute has been left, do you want me to leave?” Wang Fan frowns saying.

Old Daoist continued: “My little friend is not in a hurry, why not sit down, Old Daoist has something to tell you.”

“I am very busy.”

Wang Fan got three things, and he didn’t want to stay here for a moment. These Dao Slave’s cultivation bases are terrifying, and in a single thought, he can be wiped out.

“Old Daoist asks you, even if Myriad Spirit Desolate Body enters the Treasure Manifestation Realm, what is the road behind you?” Old Daoist never moved, indifferently said.

Wang Fan’s body shook. This Old Daoist could see at a glance that he was Myriad Spirit Desolate Body! And a word touched his deep in one’s heart.

“I don’t believe you have a way, since ancient times, Myriad Spirit Desolate Body is the body of doom.” Wang Fan shook his head.

Old Daoist eyes opened, he stood up, with a pair of muddy eyes, he said: “Little friend! Why not sit down and talk in detail, your physique, Rebirth Daoist will have a solution.”

Wang Fan looked towards the Daoist Stone Carving Daoist, said with a sneer: “Is he the Immortal Lord?”

“No.”

“There is no way for the Immortal Lord. What can he do? What can you do?” Wang Fan said word by word.

“Rebirth, this is the only way.” Old Daoist said.

Wang Fan sneered.

Old Daoist continued: “My friends know that Myriad Spirit Body was not a Desolate Body, but one of the most terrifying physiques on the Heaven and Earth list. The first generation of Myriad Spirit Body, known as the invincible physique between Heaven and Earth.”

“I know better than you.”

“Because of the curse, Myriad Spirit Body has fallen. If you cultivate Rebirth Art, you can send you rebirth and return to the glorious bloodline of the first generation of Myriad Spirit Body.”

Wang Fan listened to Old Daoist’s words, and it was almost wrong. Is this the way to introduce Dao Slave? Too low end.

Wang Fan coldly said: “Sorry, I’m not interested in Rebirth Art.”

Wang Fan was about to get out of the rebirth Daoist Temple. Old Daoist behind him suddenly said, “Do you want to save Ye Zi?”

Wang Fan trembled, his body trembling slightly.

“Who the hell are you? Why did you know Ye Zi?” Wang Fan stared at the skinny Old Daoist.

Ye Zi is a hurdle in his deep in one’s heart. When he saw Ye Zi’s grave in Nether City, he almost collapsed. Now if there is any news of Ye Zi, he will be very concerned.

“Fellow Daoist Ye went to rebirth. To save Benefactor Ye, you have to cultivate Rebirth Art.” Old Daoist said.

“What is Rebirth Art!”

“Sit down and let’s talk in detail.”

Another futon appeared beside Old Daoist. Wang Fan was for Ye Zi. He bit his teeth and walked step by step.

At this moment, a voice came into his mind, the voice of Gu Tuo, anxious: “Wang Fan, don’t be fooled by the mind, that’s Dao Slave.”

It turned out to be Gu Tuo, he left a Divine Consciousness in Wang Fan’s mind, reminding him at the most urgent moment.

Wang Fan’s body shook and looked at the futon near him.

Illusion Resentful Spirit, that thing can penetrate people’s memory. This Old Daoist also has the ability of Illusion Resentful Spirit, and is familiar with his memory.

“Hmph!” Old Daoist’s eyes flashed, and with his cultivation base, Gu Tuo’s voice could be heard.

Wang Fan pondered, what is Dao Slave?

Bewildered by the mind and wandering on the way of the Tao for the rest of his life, such a person is completely and fanatically worshipped by the Tao. As long as Wang Fan sits on the futon, his mind will also be affected, and it will also become a Dao Slave, which is here forever and ever.

“Old Daoist, how many years have you been here?” Wang Fan asked suddenly.

Old Daoist indifferently said: “Two thousand years, sincerity.”

(End of this chapter)