Chapter 329 Young Saint

"You can only save yourself. Google search and read"

The voice spread far under the full moon, like a ripple in the water gradually fading away.

Ye Fan stopped where he was and looked at Ran Deng from a distance. After a while, he just shook his head.

"Master Ran Deng is unwilling to accept my karma. I don't need to use this Sutra of Deliverance to kill the enemy."

After speaking, Ye Fan summoned the Flame-Eating Hellhound, turned over and sat on it, and then left.

Obviously, with Ye Fan's vision, it's not that he didn't understand what Ran Deng said, but sometimes, it doesn't matter whether you understand it or not.

Everyone has their own choices, what they want to do, and their own persistence. The advice of others is ultimately others, and how to do it really depends on oneself.

The hill fell into silence after Ye Fan left. Under the full moon, Master Ran Deng stopped for a long time, and finally shook his head.

"After thousands of years, the great calamity of the human race finally reappeared."

"The one who is subject to the calamity may also be the one who caused the calamity. I have been away from the world for a hundred years, but I still cannot escape my fate. The karma is like this, and it is really unavoidable..."

After saying this, Randeng sighed, his eyes moved, and he looked at the ancient Buddha's robe and bowl that Ye Fan had put down before. There was a slight flash of color in his eyes, but soon, he put his hands together, muttered something silently and walked towards the mountain.

He left directly beside the robe and bowl. Under the moonlight, the figure going up the mountain seemed to stagger, like an old ascetic.

...

"To suppress evil, to save the evil, I have collected the upper and lower parts of the strange book."

In the courtyard, Ye Fan took out the Sutra of Saving Evil given by Randeng. At this moment, his eyes flickered slightly, and he could not hide a touch of joy.

To suppress evil and save the evil, the two books are combined into one, which can save the evil spirits in the world.

"Now, I should be able to expel this curse mark." Ye Fan opened his mouth slightly and flipped through the Sutra of Deliverance. He had practiced the Sutra of Suppressing Evils, so he was not unfamiliar with the practice of the second half. It didn't take long for him to learn the spells used to expel evil spirits. He just put down the sutra, looked at his palm, opened his mouth, and the obscure scriptures began to sound.

"My body is like the scorching sun."

A strong golden light shone from Ye Fan's body, making him look quite sacred, and the curse mark on his palm seemed to be burned, making a sizzling sound.

The golden light obviously had a clear restraint on the mark. As the golden light continued, the mark burned more and more fiercely. It didn't take long for the mark to seem to be unable to bear it anymore. It suddenly shattered and then turned into a small cluster of black smoke, floating in the air.

At the moment of scattering, it seemed that the roar of the Soul Devouring Dragon sounded, and a phantom lit up and flashed by, and finally disappeared without a trace.

"Solved." Seeing the mark on his hand dissipate, Ye Fan exhaled, and the golden light on his body dissipated, restoring peace in the courtyard.

He has never been a conceited person. The person to whom Sun Yuming gave the Soul Devouring Dragon was definitely not an easy character to deal with. Letting the other party control his tracks at any time is tantamount to letting a tiger sleep peacefully by his pillow. He is willing to exchange, so he naturally thought of a way to deal with it.

This is why he spent four precious magic tools to exchange for the Sutra of Deliverance.

"The harvest is not bad." Holding the Sutra of Deliverance, Ye Fan flipped through it for a long time, but he did not intend to continue studying it. He took a sip of the Wine Fairy Gourd, and then turned his palm. After the light flashed, several beasts appeared in front of him.

"Roar." The most intimate one is naturally the Flame Devouring Hellhound. As soon as it appeared and saw Ye Fan, it came over. With its huge body, it could only lie beside Ye Fan to lower its head to Ye Fan's cheek.

Ye Fan would naturally not refuse the intimacy of the beastmaster. He rubbed the head of the Flame Devouring Hellhound, but his eyes were circling around the beastmasters present.

There are many talented people in Mingxin Sect. If it is suitable, he can find materials that can help his beastmasters evolve again. However, from the Excellence level onwards, everything he needs is extremely precious. Just the appropriate blood of the relic is already priceless. The things he has now may not be able to support him to exchange for items that can evolve several beastmasters.

He can only choose one of them first.

"The evolutionary route of the Death Eagle is not very clear. If you want to try, you may have to try it one by one. Bingpo is born extraordinary, which is already the upper limit, so there is no need to consider it." First, the Death Eagle, which is the most difficult, was ruled out. Ye Fan's choice was actually limited to the little Tengu and the Flame Devouring Hellhound.

"Roar." The Flame Devouring Hellhound responded, as if it understood what Ye Fan said, just nudged Ye Fan and stuffed its head under Ye Fan's arm.

It didn't seem to care who Ye Fan chose, but just wanted to be intimate with Ye Fan.

"You." Ye Fan was somewhat helpless. He stretched out his hand to rub the head of the Flame Devouring Hellhound. Looking at the beasts around him, his eyes were filled with rare tenderness. He had always been wary of people, but he was always defenseless against beasts.

For a beastmaster, the most precious thing may never be whether the beast is strong or not. You protect each other, grow together, and experience long years together.

There is no betrayal or complicated emotions. You only have each other. From the moment the contract is established, you are destined to fight side by side forever until one of you dies.

"This is much more sincere than human emotions."

Thinking of something, Ye Fan spoke up and patted his beasts. In his eyes, some images flickered and some cold light appeared,

...

In the dark hall, the man in red sat on the throne, with his hands on his back, as if taking a nap. In the hall in front, there was a red carpet stretching outward, and a red dragon that looked very fragile was taking its first steps.

On both sides of the red carpet, many people in armor stood quietly. They did not make any sound, but just looked at the red dragon on the carpet.

But such silence was soon broken. At a certain moment, the red dragon seemed to be hurt. It suddenly screamed in pain, and its staggering body fell to the ground and began to twitch.

This immediately made the people on both sides a little nervous, and the man on the throne also woke up at this time. Looking at the twitching red dragon, his brows frowned.

The twitching did not last long. Soon, the red dragon wailed and spit out a ball of black mist.

The black mist spread in the air, and a picture was revealed. The content of the picture was Ye Fan, who was covered with golden light.

"He got the Sutra of Deliverance?" Looking at the picture, the man in red asked, but soon, he shook his head.

"So the God of Heaven is him... This is quite interesting."

"Young Saint, is there anything we can do?" Under the throne, a general immediately stood up, full of murderous aura, as if he was a decisive general.

"Of course." The man called the Young Saint replied, with an inexplicable emotion in his eyes, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking. He paused for a few seconds before speaking, "Go and help me get a place for this year's college entrance examination."

"College entrance examination?" This made the general seem stunned, "What does the Young Saint want a place for the college entrance examination for."

"Of course, it's to see how capable the Lord of Killing in Nanchuan is." The man replied, stood up, and stretched.

"This temple has not seen the sun for many years, and I am a little tired of staying here."

"Young Saint, the Saint said that you are not allowed to go out..." Another general stood up, "The human race still has many strong people. The young saint is going to college. If his identity is recognized, it will be dangerous."

"At this time of changing circumstances, please be more cautious, young saint."

"What if they recognize me?" The man just answered casually and looked at the general who dissuaded him, "Mo Ke, do you think I need others to persuade me now?"

"Mo Ke has no such intention." Hearing this, Mo Ke hurriedly replied and knelt down.

The man did not intend to continue asking questions, but just swept across the field, and finally spoke lightly.

"Let's do it if there are no other opinions."

"Understood." The generals responded, but after a pause, one general whispered, "But Young Saint, how do we know which university Ye Fan will go to in the end? The admission process is absolutely confidential."

"We will know." The man replied, waving his hands casually, and there seemed to be a hint of deep meaning in his eyes.

"People who have gone to sea to fish will always have some fishy smell on their bodies even if they come ashore."