A smiley voice suddenly sounded in the secret place of the holy volcano. The old man Taohua, who was so shocked that he was immersed in the realm of faith, suddenly opened his eyes, turned around and slapped it out with a sharp palm.

The golden fire-like true energy burst out from the palm of the hand, and the raging flames gathered into the shape of the palm, with a huge heat, rushing towards the sound.

The temperature of the entire secret place became hot at this moment.

But behind Yang Tao, ten feet away, the figure holding a lazy cat wearing a black long gown, just a little bit, and the cold air burst out from his fingertips.

It was like a strong wind of cold and cold gathering, three feet away from the front of her, and she met Yang Tao's big light palm.

The finger energy penetrates, like using a point to break the surface, breaking the palm of the raging flames, and the yin and cold energy and the scorching true energy will be eliminated, and the two true energy will be accurately melted and dissolved.

Not a little more, not a little less.

"I haven't seen each other for a few months. Brother Tao is so annoying to me?"

Zhang Moye was holding the raccoon cat, and he said with a smile:

"It's a waste of my return from Kunlun. My first stop was to visit Brother Tao. It's really disheartening."

"Zhang Moye! When can you change your elusive problem?"

Yang Tao was also angry.

The old man leaned on a peach wood stick and said to Zhang Moye behind him:

"I know that you have mastered martial arts skills and were no match for you more than ten years ago. Now you want to bully me, and I can't resist it.

But this is my secret place of the Holy Fire Sect, and you are playing with me here. How can I bear this?"

"Okay, Brother Tao, he is in his sixties, why are he still like a child?"

Zhang Moye didn't care.

He held the cat, and his figure flashed like a flash, and rushed to Yangtao. The sacred fire of light noticed that someone would come again, so he wanted to attack.

It was just that Zhang Moye waved his hand, and the long sleeves fluttered, and the scorching aura burst out like Yang Tao's body.

The flames of the Holy Fire were slightly smaller.

"You move lightly!"

The old man Taohua pushed Zhang Moye away. He looked at the holy fire that was pressed with pain and said with a glare of eyes:

"This is the only thing left. If you blow it out, my Holy Fire Sect will be over!"

"It can be passed down for thousands of years, how can it be as fragile as you think?"

Zhang Moye curled his lips.

He sat on the jade platform aside and said to the Taohua Old Man:

"You said you are so calm and chanted your scriptures carefully, why do you have to meddle in other people's business? Can I ask you to help my incompetent son?

Do you know that your help to Zhang Chu this time has encouraged his delusions!

My son is very ambitious and has ambitions, but he is ambitious. If you push him like this, something will happen in the future.

Also, did you tempt my son to help you find the saint, and did you deliberately test me?"

"Look at what you said."

The old man Taohua showed a strange smile, and he said:

"I see that Zhang Chu is a person who does big things, and he is much better than you were timid at the beginning. If this Demon Sect is unified in his hands, it will sweep the world."

"You are just a chanting sutra, what do you know!"

Zhang Moye glared at the old man Taohua, touched the head of the raccoon cat in his arms, and said:

"I was trying to restrain you and save you, but you didn't appreciate it. I just wanted to disrupt the world. I'm now free and unwilling to worry about these annoying things.

But Yang Tao, we are very close friends. You helped me so much back then, and I couldn't bear to see you for no end.

I will tell you, I said that there will be a major change in the world in another forty years. This time I went to Kunlun to take a look, but I found that things have changed a little, and maybe the period of major change will be ahead of schedule.

I can understand that you are worried about the inheritance of the Holy Fire. After all, it is the foundation of our predecessors and cannot be destroyed in your hands.

But if you believe me, don’t plan too much with Zhang Chu, just wait with peace of mind.”

He glanced at Yang Tao and said meaningfully:

"But if you don't believe it and insist on doing it alone, then I won't stop you. Anyway, this great change is coming, and even if you die, you won't have the opportunity to go to the future events together.

But, do you still remember what I told you in Suzhou?"

When the old man Taohua heard Zhang Moye's misty words, he thought deeply in his heart, but couldn't figure it out. When he heard Zhang Moye say something else, he felt depressed.

He said with a straight face:

“Of course I remember.

But Zhang Moye, the saint serving the holy fire is a thousand-year heritage. Even if I don’t interfere, they will be pushed by fate, like fallen leaves and duckweed, returning to my holy volcano.”

"I don't care about fate."

Zhang Moye narrowed his eyes and said:

"But I can still take care of human resources. Those two little girls were pitiful back then. I promised them freedom, so I would not allow you to destroy my oath!"

"But I have already promised me to teach the five guardians to do their own things."

The old man Taohua spread his hands, his face calmly with a hint of cunning, he said:

"I told them about the saint's affairs. The guardians in my sect were excited and wanted to take the initiative to welcome the saint. This is someone else's own actions, and it is not considered a violation of my agreement with you, right?"

"You can take advantage of the loopholes."

Zhang Moye jumped off the jade platform and jumped out ten feet like a ghost. He said:

"You can send someone to die. Anyway, it's yours who die, so I don't feel sorry for you."

"So what if you die?"

The old man Taohua said calmly:

“This is a demonstration and a warning.

It is naturally best if we can bring back the saint. If we fail, we will also use our mission to teach those who are indifferent to those who are indifferent.

I have already known the traces of the saint, and they will either die with me, the Holy Fire Sect, and both jade and stones will be burned.

Or, just send the saint back to the Western Regions honestly.

It is related to my holy fire inheritance and to my faith. I can die calmly. What are the fears of the remaining believers?

The holy fire is bright, the holy fire is shining, the world is chaotic, and the world is working hard.

The holy fire is raging, the holy fire is brilliant, burning my body and shining with me."

The old man Taohua chanted a few times loudly, and his face was sad, and solemn again rose. Seeing Zhang Moye shook his head and wanted to leave, he asked:

"You really don't care about your two sons?"

Zhang Moye's steps stopped.

He said:

"Xiao Lan has good thoughts and will have blessings. As for Xiao Chu,

The child is grown up and has his own ideas. I have saved his life in Suzhou, so how should I care about it?

Just as I said before.

The great change is coming, even if the body and death disappear, there is still a blessing for rebirth. Everyone has a fate, so what about martial arts?

Good words can't persuade the damn ghost.

Brother Tao, instead of worrying about others, you should worry more about yourself. The thousand-year-old holy fire and the survival of life are not omnipotent.

It's a pity that your fate is about to end.
Chapter completed!