Yang An keenly captured this keyword, and was puzzled.

How does the wonderful solution have something to do with ancient times?

Could it be that this kind of practice has been eliminated in today's era?

Originally, because of his satisfaction with Yang An, he was in a good mood, but when he heard that Yang An’s practice was taking the ancient path, he couldn’t help but smile.

The practice of practicing can only go to the darkest path. Even as a Taoist, he has no way to do it. Once the practice is practiced, it cannot be changed.

Since you have practiced such a martial art, it means that the cost and danger that Yang An needs to bear will be more complicated and terrifying than ordinary monks, which is not a good thing.

However, since Yang An had made a decision, he did not stop him.

"This is a golden sect that can open the entrance to the long river of Jinluo. In the long river of Jinluo, there are various magical techniques and practice methods that have accumulated for countless years. This order can only be used once.

You can only choose one of them, be careful!"

The old man Zhiyu handed out a jade token the size of a palm from his hand.

"Thank you, Master!"

Yang An took it over happily, and information about this thing suddenly appeared in front of him.

He just took a rough glance and confirmed that this thing was consistent with what the foolish old man said, so he put it in the flesh talisman.

"Two months, there are only two months left for you. Make preparations early and don't slack off."

The old man, Tuanyu, seemed to be out of interest, and after reminding Yang An, he left immediately.

"Yes!"

Seeing the figure of the old man Zhuanyu suddenly faded away, she was really coming and going without a trace, Yang An suddenly fell to the ground.

Countless golden lights crawled around his body like ants, constantly entering and exiting his body. Yang An rolled on the ground, showing an uncontrollable look of pain on his face.

I have to act in the whole set. Although the old man Yiyu has left, I can't guarantee that he is still peeping at him.

This is the time when he "costs occur". This process is naturally something you have to go through just in case.

Until a stick of incense was passed, the cold sweat had soaked Yang An's clothes, his whole face became extremely pale and his lips were purple.

Fortunately, the "cost" has disappeared, and the broken flesh and blood are recovering quickly.

Yang An finally took a breath and dragged his exhausted body toward the quiet room on the second floor.
Chapter completed!