Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1170 The sky wall collapses and the demon root appears
  The old man in black robe speaks every word with sonorous force and heart-breaking words.

Zhang Yan stood up and brushed his hands, "If you have kind thoughts in your heart, the expedition will be suppressed to a minimum. What we teach them is to be kind from the bottom of their hearts."

"Can you teach them and convert those who are full of murderous spirit? Can you teach your way?"

The old man in black robe waved his hand again, and all the white men were completely destroyed in the murderous aura.

Zhang Yan frowned, and the old man in black robe said again, "You came here this time, firstly, to ask for help, and secondly, could it be said that after you asked for help, didn't you want to kill you back?"

"When the time comes, will you still have to educate them? Let them know they are wrong and ask them to go back?"

The old man in black robe laughed loudly, "You will only uproot them. You can only use this to kill their desires. If you do this, how can you not be the killing party?"

Speaking of this, Zhang Yan shook his head, "In this world, there is black and white. Where there is black, there is white. If our Tao cannot educate a few people, then it has the meaning of existence. Through war, we can understand certain truths, and there is no way. No."

"So, you think you are right?" the old man in black robe said coldly.

"It's not correct or incorrect. The way of heaven has its own fate. We are just walking on a path that is infinitely closer to the correct path." Zhang Yan smiled faintly, "We as Taoists will benefit the world if we are successful. Correct Whether it is or not is left to future generations to comment on.”

The corners of the black-robed old man's mouth rose slightly, "After all, you are not a pedantic person. This wordless sky wall can confuse people's minds. People with strong evil thoughts will be devoured by it. You have control in your heart. Very good, very good!" "

After saying this, the old man in black robe disappeared like a smoke screen.

The illusion in front of him dissipated little by little, and the huge wordless sky wall presented the refracted light curtain directly in front of Zhang Yan.

Among these light curtains, there are words like fireflies floating, and one-third of these words are composed of Taoist mantras.

One-third is composed of Sanskrit, and the last part is the text of this great world of pagoda. Fortunately, Zhang Yan has dabbled in it, and he can basically understand the three scripts.

"This wordless sky wall actually contains the art of ghosts!" Zhang Yan couldn't help but frown as he connected the extremely strange words together.

But in this way, Pu Yuanchun, the last member of the Jiumo clan, can use the sixteen gates of the ghost path to carve the formation to create what he is today. In this way, everything will make sense.

In this wordless sky wall, there are not only the sixteen techniques of the ghost path, but also the ghost path thunder technique, the ghost path chasing wind technique, and all kinds of ghost techniques. There are no less than a hundred kinds of them!

Seeing this, Zhang Yan was already trembling.

Many things that I didn't quite understand before were actually integrated through this ghost technique!

"It's a wonderful ghost art. Although people of the right way can easily become obsessed after reading it, it does not prevent this from being a top-notch ghost book."

Zhang Yan closed the light curtain on the wordless sky wall and then waved his hand.

The solid wordless sky wall turned into powder with a wave of Zhang Yan's hand.

"In order to prevent the ghost technique from harming fellow Taoists who are still relatively young, I can only do this."

After Zhang Yan destroyed the wordless sky wall, he suddenly felt an extremely terrifying vibration coming from the west!

Looking up, there are endless ghosts appearing on the sky!
  (End of this chapter)