Go back to the place where he grew up and take a look to see if his experience is true or if the dream is real!

"Ashu."

"Follow him."

Leng Meizi felt that something was wrong with Mei Yun's condition, and was a little worried, so she gave some instructions.

Follow, follow, follow!

Follow me!

What kind of danger could there be in a place with a big fart?

Shumiaozi was very dissatisfied.

"Okay, okay!"

On the surface, he nodded and bowed, and said with a flattering smile: "Don't worry, aunt, I, Ashu, will take care of everything!"

Say it.

Pulling the cane in his hand, he followed with the group of prisoners who had been looked down upon by Old Wei.

…

Escape quickly.

Gu Han crossed the Eastern Wasteland, crossed the Zhongzhou, and arrived at the edge of the Western Desert.

Change it to that year.

To cross such a long distance, if he had traveled alone, it would have taken at least several years, or even more than ten years, but now, it would be almost there, if not just a moment.

Along the way.

Across Chidiji, under the influence of the remaining divine power, not to mention monks, even mortals are much rarer than they were decades ago.

Another moment later.

He dropped down and came to the outside of a mottled ancient temple.

Tenryuji Temple.

A force as famous as Yan Qianjue's Holy Demon Cult in the Western Desert.

What surprised him was.

Although Tianlong Temple is desolate and dilapidated, there are still monks remaining here.

Enter the temple.

A middle-aged monk walked towards him, and he could be considered a half-acquaintance of him.

Huineng.

The Buddhist disciple of Tenryuji Temple back then.

The one who has always been suppressed by Wu Xin.

It's just that things are different and people are different.

Wu Xin is dead.

Huineng, the Buddhist disciple at that time, has now become a middle-aged monk who has experienced many vicissitudes of life.

"Who are you……"

Seeing Gu Han, Huineng felt a little familiar for a moment, "Gu Han, Gu benefactor?"

"it's me."

Gu Han was also a little happy to see his old friend again. After reminiscing about old times, he asked him about things here.

Huineng spoke slowly.

After the old monk passed away, all the spiritual power in this land was lost, and all the monks were led to the ancient world by the King of War.

"It's just that the God-killing Formation is of great importance."

"Especially here in the Western Desert, what is sealed is the head of the god, and there must be no loss. Therefore, the host has left some people to take turns here, and now it is the poor monk's turn."

"pity……"

Speaking of which.

He looked at the back of Tianlong Temple and sighed: "Since the death of the senior who set up the God-Slaying Formation, the God-Slaying Formation has become weaker and weaker. I am afraid that in a few years, the God Clan will be able to get out of trouble. By then, not only this place

, I am afraid that even the Seven Realms Alliance will suffer a catastrophe."

Gu Han was not surprised either.

The sealed protoss is, at last, a master comparable to the Infinite Realm. No matter how weak it is, it is not something that the people here can deal with.

"Master, don't worry."
Chapter completed!