Demon King Peng also saw the continent in front of him, with a trace of hesitation on his face. That was Dongsheng Shenzhou, the territory of Taoism. I am afraid that as soon as he entered it, a demon clan would be discovered by Taoism masters, but he thought of Yang Guang and Yang Guang on the opposite side.
He felt a little reluctant to part with the Demon Emperor's chariot in his hand.
"Catch and leave. You must not go deep." In the end, the Peng Demon King still could not suppress the greed in his heart and continued to pursue Dongsheng Shenzhou.
"Little friend, little friend." Yang Guang was running quickly, but he saw a huge attraction coming from under his feet, which made him involuntarily drop his head. However, he saw an old man on the hill in front of him, with a gray beard and a face.
With a smile and an honest look, of course the most attractive thing is his huge forehead.
"Senior." Yang Guang was horrified, but seeing that the other party didn't seem to have any ill intentions, he quickly saluted and said.
"Little friend, little friend." The old man looked at Yang Guang and nodded, and said: "Come, come, we are destined to meet each other. It is really a waste of resources for me to enjoy the delicious food all by myself. My little friend came in time, so we deserve this opportunity."
"I saw an iron pot in front of the old man. In the iron pot, thousands of rays of rays of light were faintly visible, and a dragon appeared in it.
"This?" Yang Guang looked at the sky, fearing that the Jiao Demon King would catch up. Although the old man in front of him seemed very powerful, the Peng Demon King was not simple. Once he caught up with him, things would not be good.
"Don't worry, don't worry, come and sit next to me, you will get better soon." A gentle smile appeared on the old man's face.
He didn't know why, but Yang Guang sat down obediently, just looking at the sky. After a while, he saw a big roc coming from the south, covering the sky and covering the sky with its huge wings.
But even so, Demon King Peng didn't notice the two people on the top of the mountain, as if there was just a small barren mountain in front of him, without any human habitation at all.
Yang Guang just watched the Peng Demon King leave in front of him.
"It's just a little bird. If he dares to fly around with a little power, he will be steamed sooner or later." The old man looked at the iron pot in front of him and said something in his mouth, as if he was referring to something.
"Thank you, senior, for saving your life. I am very grateful to you." Yang Guang didn't know that it was the person in front of him who saved his life, so he quickly stood up and saluted.
"Come, come, this is good food. Take a lot of tonic. You are young and don't know what benefits you will get. You practice so fast. But you are an emperor after all and cannot achieve immortality. Take advantage of the opportunity to pass this level.
Let’s talk.” The old man greeted Yang Guang with a smile.
"Senior, junior's subordinates are destroying the enemies in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons. If junior doesn't go, there might be something wrong." Yang Guang wanted to leave here, but he knew that he would not be able to leave here without the old man's permission.
"They are just some little demons. They die when they die. Boy, what you see in front of you is not simple. It is probably difficult to find such a thing in the three realms. The Thousand-Year Dragon is a great tonic everywhere. If you missed it,
, It’s such a pity.” The old man didn’t know where he got a pair of chopsticks, and rolled them in the iron pot. He saw the fragrant aroma, and thousands of rays of light emerging from the iron pot.
Although Yang Guang was standing aside, the aroma inside made him feel the magic power in his body slowly rising. He also heard that what was cooking in the iron pot was a ten thousand-year dragon, and he was horrified.
"Senior, this thousand-year-old dragon?" Yang Guang's heart moved, and a look of horror appeared on his face.
"You kid took other people's things and destroyed their old nest. If that's all, how can it be enough? You also have to wipe out the other party. Only in this way can we save hundreds of millions of people. You! You are still too young.
Already." The old man said with a smile.
"What the senior said is true." Yang Guang suppressed the horror in his heart. Unexpectedly, what was cooking in the iron pot in front of him was the King of Ten Thousand Demons. The King of Ten Thousand Demons who was chasing him just now was now actually
It became the treasure in the pot.
A dragon is a treasure, especially the King of Ten Thousand Demons who has been cultivating for thousands of years. The flesh and blood in his body is comparable to a magical medicine. If he eats it completely, it will be enough to further his cultivation.
It's pitiful that the King of Ten Thousand Demons has been practicing for so many years and is the master of one party, but he has become someone else's meal. No matter how powerful he is, he can't escape the fate of being swallowed by others. What's funny is that not long ago, he also swallowed the human race, and now he is in trouble.
Put food in other people's mouths.
"The way of heaven is reincarnation. Who can the heaven bypass?" Yang Guang couldn't help laughing.
The old man was stunned for a while, then he laughed out loud, and then he clicked out his right hand, and a futon appeared next to him.
"My little friend is also a literate person. Come, come, take a look at what is written in this book. My eyes are dim and I can no longer see the handwriting clearly. Come and read to me." The old man threw it away.
Yang Guang took a look, but it was "The Analects of Confucius".
"Isn't it just right to learn and practice from time to time? Isn't it nice to have friends from far away? Isn't it a gentleman if someone doesn't know something but is stunned?" Yang Guang couldn't help but read it, and the old man on the side also nodded repeatedly, as if
It's like listening to a great secret book.
"Ding! You read Confucius's "The Analects" and gained great prophecy."
A mechanical sound sounded in his ears, and Yang Guang respectfully handed the book in his hand to the old man. He already knew the identity of the old man in front of him, who was Confucius, the Confucian master. He did not expect that he would get help from him.
Now, not only did he get help from the other party, but he also gained great prophecy and magical powers from the other party, which could save his life at a critical moment.
"Boy, it's time to eat." Confucius laughed loudly, and regardless of his identity, he dug his chopsticks into the iron pot, picked up a piece of meat, and stuffed it into his mouth.
A vision appeared in front of the two of them, and a strange fragrance filled their nostrils.
Naturally, Yang Guang would not let go of such a good opportunity. He also had an extra chopstick in his hand and moved it towards the iron pot. He saw thousands of rays of light appearing on the chopsticks. When he ate it, his mouth was full of fragrance and he swallowed it into his stomach.
The heat wave was rolling, and a warm current flowed into the eight extraordinary meridians, quickly generating mana.
"Good stuff, good stuff." Yang Guang nodded repeatedly, put his chopsticks involuntarily and started eating.
Confucius nodded clearly as he watched from the side.
"Boy, although this stuff is good, but your level is not enough, you still have to refining your magic power while eating it, otherwise, too much is not enough!" Confucius patted Yang Guang on the shoulder and said, "You can just enjoy it here.
!I believe that you and I will have a chance to meet again in the future."
