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

"Ashu."

"Follow him."

Leng Meizi felt that Mei Yun’s condition was not right and was a little worried, so she gave her a message.

Follow with it!

Just a shit!

What dangers can there be when there is a little bit of a big fuck?

Shuzi was dissatisfied with the boss.

"Okay, OK!"

On the surface, he nodded and smiled flatteringly: "Don't worry, auntie, I, A Shu, are there in everything!"

After saying that.

He pulled the rattan in his hand and followed the prisoners who were listlessly smeared by Lao Wei.

...

Flying fast.

Gu Han crossed the Eastern Wilderness and Zhongzhou, and had already arrived at the edge of the Western Desert.

If it were the past.

If he traveled alone across such a long distance, it would have taken at least several years or even more than ten years, but now, it is almost the same if he arrives in a moment.

Along the way.

Thousands of miles apart, under the influence of the remaining divine power, let alone monks, even mortals are much rarer than decades ago.

Another moment later.

He fell down and came outside a mottled ancient temple.

Tianlong Temple.

The power that was as famous as the Holy Demon Sect in the Western Desert was in the Western Desert.

What surprised him was.

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

Step into the temple.

A middle-aged monk came towards him, and he was half an acquaintance.

Huineng.

The Buddhist son of Tianlong Temple back then.

The one who has been suppressed by unintentionality.

It’s just that things change.

Wuxin is dead.

The Buddhist son Huineng, who was then, has now become a middle-aged monk who has experienced many vicissitudes of life.

"Who are you……"

When Huineng saw Gu Han, he felt familiar for a moment, "Gu Han, donor Gu?"

"It's me."

Gu Han was also a little happy when he saw his old friend again. After reminiscing about the past, he found out about the matter here.

Huineng slowly tells it.

After the old monk passed away, all the inspirations of this land were lost, and all the monks were led to the ancient dust realm by the King of War.

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

"Especially in the Western Desert, the head of the god is sealed, so there must be no mistakes. Therefore, the host left some people to take the turn here, and now it's my turn."

"pity……"

Having said that.

He looked at the back of Tianlong Temple and sighed: "Since the death of the senior who set up the God-killing Formation, the God-killing Formation has become weaker and weaker. I am afraid that in a few more years, the gods will be out of trouble. By then, not only here,

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

Gu Han was not surprised either.

The sealed gods are also a master who is comparable to the infinite realm. No matter how weak they are, they are not something that the people here can deal with.

“Master, don’t worry.”
Chapter completed!