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Cao Zhe's eyes flicked past Wang Defa's body, and then looked at more people.

They are all excellent, although they all have different problems, but in the future...they will become the backbone of the human race.

Chapter 566 Hearing the Way in the Morning, You Can Die in the Evening

"Parahati is just a pawn, he is not the only ghost god who wants to destroy Yishen Mountain." Cao Zhe is very clear about the characteristics of Yishen Mountain.

Although he didn't make a special trip to turn Yishen Mountain into an iron barrel, even if he did it casually, there were many dangers on Yishen Mountain, making it difficult to break through and sneak in.

To put it bluntly, with Pharahati's independent power, it is impossible to sneak in quietly and affect Wang Defa's state of mind.

Grabbing a ray of Pharahati's breath, Cao Zhe conducted a first screening of the whole world with two worldviews of fate and search.

no result.

Prahati's past destiny has been cut off.

The past was shrouded in a fog, and even Cao Zhe couldn't blow the fog away.

It doesn't matter if the fog cannot be blown away.

The existence that can support such a huge fog of the past is rare in the entire world.

Cao Zhe only needs to use a simple method of elimination to test the past one by one.

On the other side, Wang Defa finally restrained his breath, hid the scriptures transformed into words in his heart, and completely suppressed Pharahati in the depths of his consciousness.

Then one turned around and bowed deeply to Cao Zhe.

"Master! I have evil thoughts in my heart. I took advantage of the thieves, and I ask Master to punish me!" Wang Defa said very sincerely, he was sincerely repenting, not pretending to be a gesture.

Cao Zhe nodded and said, "That's right! You haven't practiced well yet, and you don't have enough firmness in yourself."

"I'll show you who is behind the scenes of this game, and at the same time I will give you an Excalibur Sword. If you can get that guy's head back, I will let this matter go for now."

"If you can't, you will no longer be my direct disciple."

Cao Zhe's request is actually a bit strict.

Wang De discovered that the current superficial strength did not even obtain the seeds of the early Yuan Dynasty, so he could only be regarded as an ordinary god and fairy family.

And the black hands behind the scenes are at least ancient gods and immortals who have acquired several worldviews of the Dao.

Arranging Wang Defa to kill the opponent is like hitting a stone with an egg.

But Cao Zhe wanted to force Wang Defa in this way, to stimulate his own potential.

Cao Zhe knew very well that Wang Defa, Gong Ruolin and other practitioners who embarked on the extraordinary martial arts, like him, were not really far behind the strong in this world in strength, but had not yet found the correct output point.

They have to get used to the strength gap formed by this kind of 'error' earlier.

Because in the future, there will be more such situations.

Cao Zhe himself is constantly adapting and getting used to it, finding the point where he can always stand up quickly.

It's not that once the home field is changed, it seems to be knocked down from the sky and returned to the mortal world.

Of course, the starting point of Wang Defa and Gong Ruolin is lower than that of Cao Zhe, but the reason is the same.

What's more, Wang Defa didn't have any 'sure' at all.

There is also a Pharahati sealed in his consciousness space. Cao Zhe forced Wang De to send a hand, just to let him quickly digest this ghost square demon king. There is no need to keep it in his body all the time. What is the same mind, the landlord , The tenant's family.

Secondly, Cao Zhe will seal a pure killing path into the sword, which will give the power of "true injury".

With a sword in his hand, Wang Defa can give full play to his strengths.

As long as he has this sword, it is possible for him to achieve his goal and cut the target under the sword.

"Master, please tell me who the target is!" Wang Defa clasped his fists and said, accepting the task directly, without any trace of evasion.

What bloomed in the eyes was not the despair of seeing death as home, but the surging fighting spirit and suppressed anger.

Even though he doesn't even know who his opponent is, Wang Defa has such self-confidence.

As Cao Zhe's disciple, he should have such self-confidence, and he is also proud and ostentatious in his bones.

"Okay! Then I'll tell you, go [-] miles to the west, and there's a desert."

"When you find a bodhi tree in the desert, you'll know who you have to deal with!" Cao Zhe didn't directly name it.

Because once he said his name, the other party would be induced by the curse cast on his name, and he was fully prepared in advance.

Wang Defa went to wash away the shame, not to deliver food to the door.

After finishing speaking, Cao Zhe's fingertips shone with light.

After a while, an invincible and invincible sword condensed and landed in Wang Defa's hand.

This sword has a silver-white hilt, and a sword body like autumn water. The restrained cold light reflects a murderous intent that can tear the sky and shatter everything.

Just by holding the hilt of the sword, one can feel the surging killing intent, the cold stinging soul, and the sharpness seems to split the body of the sword holder at the same time.

Although Cao Zhe made it casually.

But as the God of Creation, in this world, the sword that Cao Zhe created casually is also an extremely powerful artifact.

Wang Defa clenched the sword tightly. Under his calm face, there was a monstrous anger and fighting spirit hidden.

"The disciple must come back with the enemy's head, and then apologize to the master!" said Wang Defa, who was holding the divine sword.

"I'm leaving now, I wonder if Master has anything else to say to me?" Wang Defa looked at Cao Zhe eagerly and asked.

Cao Zhe thought for a while, and then said: "If you hear the truth in the morning, you can die in the evening!"

Wang Defa was shocked all over, and then showed a look of enlightenment: "Disciple understands! Only by giving up life and death can you see the great way, master...disciple must keep these six words in mind."

Cao Zhe reached out and slapped Wang Defa on the back of the head.

"Being a teacher means that if you know the way to seek revenge in the morning, the enemy should die at night!"

"Don't wait too long!"

Wang Defa looked at Cao Zhe in surprise, although he knew he shouldn't question Master, but... Is this how these six words are explained?

Wang Defa was deeply puzzled, and left with his sword in hand.

After Wang Defa turned into a stream of light and disappeared far away in the sky, Gong Ruolin, who seemed to be learning the secret formula with her eyes closed, quickly opened her eyes.

"Master! I'm afraid senior brother Wang will not be able to take care of you alone. In order to prevent the ghosts from bullying too many people, this disciple is willing to go to meet you." Gong Ruolin said.

In an instant, many competitors who originally sat on the divine throne and studied with their eyes closed also opened their eyes.

"The disciples are also willing to go!"

"The disciples are also willing to go!"

Dozens of nearly a hundred people spoke one after another, which is enough to show that Wang Defa's popularity is really good.

"Ha ha!"

"Who do you think is your teacher?"

"There is a teacher here, Gui Fang... how dare people bully my apprentice?"

"A fair fight is their only chance. If they don't like fairness, the teacher will let them know what the outcome of an unfair and asymmetrical fight will be." Cao Zhe said with a smile.

Then he said: "Of course, if you have feelings between senior brothers, senior brothers, senior sisters, and junior sisters, you can't stop me as a teacher."

"Going to watch the battle is also possible!"

"However, remember not to compare the secret formula in private. The one that suits you is the best."

"Besides, when you say those words...the meaning changes. Although it's good, it's a thousand miles away!"

All the disciples showed joy, saluted Cao Zhe, saying "know", and then they turned into streamers and chased after Wang Defa in the speeding direction.

Chapter 567 Invite the Great God to Die

Jamalo State is located in the middle state of the western world.

Among them is a vast desert.

Every grain of sand in this desert is heavier than a normal human head-sized granite.

The wind in the desert can always move huge amounts of sand, forming terrible sandstorms.

If a mortal arrives here, it will be difficult to live a day.

The sand blown by the strong wind is more fierce than bullets.

It can easily blow through a person's body and tear everything apart.

And in such a desert, let alone a bodhi tree, it is an oasis, so don't even think about it.

It is rumored that this place was once a battlefield where ancient gods fought.

Onifang's first god-king Dios and Varuna once fought here.

The outcome of the battle is unknown, but later, Varuna took over the power of the god-king.

Not long after, Varuna was replaced by Indra.

In other words, Indra, the unpopular king of ghosts, is actually the third generation of gods.

"The first god king of Dios Guifang, who is not subject to the lord of the three-phase gods, Varuna sent a message that Dios cannot fully represent the ghost side gods, because he has other identities, For example, Zeus, the main god of Greece, and Jupiter, the main god of Roman mythology. Varuna was able to force Dios to give up the position of God King, which did not represent himself, but the will of the three-phase god."

"Because of this, Dios did not live in the ghost world, but in this desert cursed by the gods."

"The idea of ​​him instigating Bharahati's sneak attack is probably to let me take action and continue to target the ghost gods, so that he can seize the opportunity to regain power." Cao Zhe temporarily put these messy mythological disputes behind him.

His eyes penetrated an infinite distance and always fell on Wang Defa.

The descendants of Gadrow, as the only remaining living organisms in this desert, are scattered in every dark corner. They feed on sand and reject all life and even matter other than sand.

Hard carapace, sharp mouthparts, and huge numbers.

In more distant places, these 'beetles', also known as scarabs.

Like many ordinary creatures, they have different names in different civilizations.

The same goes for mythical creatures.

As for their origins, they seem to be different, but they are actually the same.

The sources are all the same, but the gods who created them have different names in different myths.

Scarabs are plentiful, hard-bodied, and most troublesome of all, they are nearly indestructible.

Even if their bodies are broken up, they will only turn into sand, and after a certain period of time, they will reappear as beetles again.

In some unpopular myths of Guifang, there is a saying that the descendants of Jiatuolou will destroy the world and eat everything clean.

It's just not mainstream, it may just be a kind of myth conspiracy.

Wang Defa is not interested in these beetles.

He does not delve into Gu art.

However, among the competitors who followed Wang Defa, a few settled down quietly, collected some beetles, and planned to try to make them into Gu, or refine them into special insect puppets.

This is the case in the world of advanced mythology, no matter how barren a place is, there are a lot of rare 'resources'.

This is a powerful advantage that many low-level mythological worlds do not have.

Not to mention anything else, even at Cao Zhe's current level, the world can still support him, leaving him with room for improvement.

This is confidence, this is qualification.

In the yellow sand, above the desert, smoke and dust billowed.

The overwhelming beetles sometimes turned into ferocious and terrifying giants.

They are demons in the desert, trying to devour an ancient, sacred bodhi tree.

But this linden tree always shone with dazzling golden light, repelling all the beetles.

The golden leaves and silver bodhi seeds are blooming with infinite colorful light.

It seems to symbolize the only myth in this lonely desert.

Under the tree, there was an old man with white hair and white beard, tall and tall, with a straight and curved nose, and profound facial features. He was sitting cross-legged under the Bodhi tree, as if he was feeling something.

Beside him, there is only a simple and rough stone spear standing upright.