671: C671 Chinese Parasol Tree but Not Phoenix

C671 Chinese Parasol Tree but Not Phoenix

When the Madame Zhu appeared, she did not appear at the most crucial moment, but last, when her gaze could freeze everything, could freeze one's soul. With just a glance, Yang Ping could tell that the killing intent in the Madame Zhu right now was beyond the scope of the Three Mountains and Five Mountains.

He looked worriedly at Lan Fenghuang.

There was no doubt about the strength of the Madame Zhu, she was an invincible existence in the Dragon City. Although Lan Fenghuang was extremely strong, she was still not the opponent of the Madame Zhu. Thinking back to the old man's words, Yang Ping finally understood why he would ask for it.

The old man sensed that the Madame Zhu would make her move.

Yang Ping's mind was filled with mixed feelings, and she secretly cursed the old man's idiocy. When she was at the level of the Madame Zhu and Lan Fenghuang, how could she save them?

"I'll give you a chance. A minute ago, you could have left, but now you can't." The Madame Zhu looked at Lan Fenghuang and released a monstrous killing intent, "Nobody can break the rules of a saint. You should know. "

Lan Fenghuang gave a bland smile, but it was much more beautiful than before. She let go of the obsession in his heart, and was not afraid of death. However, Yang Ping's heart sank, as he had a premonition that something big had happened. Lan Fenghuang was simply asking for a fight, she should have left a minute ago, but for the old man's call, she waited a full minute, and then the Madame Zhu arrived.

Yang Ping scolded herself as an idiot. Why did she waste that one minute?

He anxiously looked at the two of them, and wanted to say something. However, the battle of Saint Domain between the two of them no longer allowed him to speak.

The phoenix had been knocked out a long time ago.

Yang Ping endured it.

What should he do?

Yang Ping thought about the solution, at the same time scolding the old man, giving him a big problem.

"Do you think that just by raising your cultivation base, you can contend against me?" The Madame Zhu sneered. Although Lan Fenghuang had become stronger, she did not put it in her heart.

"If you don't try, how will you know?" Lan Fenghuang confronted him with equal harshness.

"You're courting death."

Madame Zhu and Lan Fenghuang instantly disappeared and began their battle. With the disappearance of their Saint Domain, the two of them went somewhere unknown. Yang Ping regained her freedom and shouted: "Madame Zhu, don't attack yet, let's talk properly."

BOOM!

It suddenly began to rain in the Dragon City.

Yang Ping saw two balls of flames in the sky. One was light purple, the other was deep purple.

The phoenix bathed in flames.

Lan Fenghuang was the phoenix that bathed in fire and was reborn, while the Madame Zhu was the sky above Dragon City. If the phoenix wanted to break through Dragon City, it had to pierce through the sky, where two absolute strengths were fighting each other, affecting the weather in Dragon City.

The citizens who didn't have time to avoid the rain and were covered in black clouds cursed the weather angrily.

BOOM!

Thunder rumbled and thunder roared.

After Yang Ping settled the phoenix down, Madame Zhu landed on the ground. His face changed color and she could not help but look up at the sky. How long had it been? Little did they know that the most powerful battle would only last for a short period of time. It was a single move to determine victory or defeat.

In the blink of an eye, Lan Fenghuang appeared.

The two of them looked fine but the Madame Zhu was still as cold as the moon. Lan Fenghuang was burning hot as her body was surrounded by flickering purple flames.

It was still raining.

Yang Ping's senses sensed that something was wrong. Lan Fenghuang's life force was no longer active, although it was strong, the Dao Fruit in her body had shattered. Her expression changed greatly, and she shouted: "Senior!"

Lan Fenghuang sneered, and snorted: "If you don't have the Heavenly Heart Imprint, victory and defeat will be decided."

Madame Zhu looked at her coldly and did not argue.

There was a complicated look in his eyes, and there was even a hint of sadness as he said: "Back then, when Xuan Jizi selected you, he gave you the Heavenly Heart Imprint to protect the Dragon City. Actually, I can also do it, why did he seal me for thirty years?"

Talking about thirty years of time, Lan Fenghuang felt unresigned in her heart. Not only was it a waste of time, there was also resentment that was not favored by others.

The Madame Zhu raised his hand and said, "Let's wait for you to go down to the Underworld before questioning him."

Puff!

A ball of purple flame appeared on his palm, releasing a burst of Heaven Shocking might. Yang Ping was terrified, it was terrifying. Facing this ball of flames that could burn the sky, a fear that could not be concealed burst out from the depths of his heart, and he almost could not stand.

He was extremely excited, just what kind of flame was this? How could it be so terrifying?

Suddenly, Yang Ping felt that the Madame Zhu was about to attack, and shouted: "Wait!"

The purple flames were already flying towards Lan Fenghuang. Lan Fenghuang laughed in disdain, and then, her world appeared behind him. A phoenix let out a loud cry, directly swallowing the purple fire into its body.

Lan Fenghuang said: "I only have that little bit of strength left. You're too naive to want to kill me."

The Madame Zhu was expressionless as she attacked again.

She would ruthlessly suppress those Saints who defied the rules of a saint because that would affect the stability of the Dragon City. The seal of the Dragon City could not be lost, and the moment there was a change, it would affect the next generation.

"Wait!"

Yang Ping let out a loud cry and blocked in front of Lan Fenghuang. Feeling the cold gaze of the Madame Zhu, she braced herself and pleaded, "Madame Zhu, she has already lost.

Madame Zhu shouted, "Get out of the way!"

With a shout, Yang Ping's body flew out as though she had suffered a heavy blow. She spat out blood, looked at Madame Zhu, and spat again. How could the rebuke of a saint be so easily removed? His body was immediately severely injured.

Madame Zhu had heavily injured Yang Ping, and she was determined to kill Lan Fenghuang.

Yang Ping was furious and endured the severe injuries as she dragged her exhausted body to Lan Fenghuang's side. She gritted her teeth and said: "Madame Zhu, I have something to say."

Madame Zhu frowned, she did not immediately make a move, and said indifferently: "Yang Ping, do you think that your words are too heavy, can it affect my decision?"

Yang Ping shook her head and laughed bitterly: "I won't. I just feel that a saint should have the tolerance to it. Since she was defeated, seriously injured, and her Source Energy shattered, she might lose everything in the future. The punishment is already sufficient, so why go all out to kill her? "

Madame Zhu shook her head, her tone carrying faint disappointment. "Yang Ping, you've disappointed me."

Yang Ping trembled, her heart becoming complicated.

In order to protect him, the Madame Zhu had paid a lot of price. However, she herself wanted to protect the person she wanted to kill, which was equivalent to standing opposite of the Madame Zhu. Yang Ping was very willing, but she was entrusted by the old man and had to protect Lan Fenghuang, so she could only continue to endure the pressure.

"Madame Zhu, I …"

Madame Zhu interrupted him and said coldly: "You can save her, but from today onwards, I will no longer provide protection for your life in Dragon City. This is an equal exchange. Are you willing? "

Yang Ping's entire body shook and her expression changed continuously.

"Alright!"

Yang Ping gritted her teeth and agreed.

The Madame Zhu was silent.

After a long while, Madame Zhu turned around and left, and did not look back.

Yang Ping followed in silence.

Using the protection of the Madame Zhu to exchange for the life of someone who had wanted to kill him before, was it worth it?

Yang Ping heaved a long sigh, unable to say what she felt.

"Who does she think she is? Isn't it just because she obtained the 'Skyheart Imprint'? Back then, her strength was inferior to mine." Looking at her face, I was annoyed. If it wasn't for you stopping me, I would have killed her long ago. "

Lan Fenghuang sneered.

Yang Ping said helplessly: "Senior, you should just recuperate. Let me check on your injuries. "

Lan Fenghuang was displeased: "What do you mean, you think that I was defeated by that girl? What a joke, I am the phoenix of Miao Territory, the number one mage, and would lose to a silly little girl. When I was famous, I didn't even know where she was. "

Yang Ping hurriedly nodded, and smiled: "Yes, you are very powerful, but no matter how powerful you are, you will still be injured. If we delay the treatment any longer, it might get even heavier. "

Lan Fenghuang waved her hands, sighed, and said in a lonely tone: "Yang Ping, do you know where there are Parasol Tree s?"

Yang Ping was startled.

Lan Fenghuang said again: "I want to see the Dragon City's Parasol Tree."

Yang Ping was ecstatic as she thought to herself. As long as Lan Fenghuang wanted to do something, it would definitely be a good thing. She would no longer be using her combat power, and the wound would definitely speed up. I'll show you. "

Lan Fenghuang laughed: "Good child. "That girl said she won't protect you, so I'll protect you. I'll kill whoever deals with you."

Yang Ping said: "Thank you."

A few minutes later, Yang Ping brought Lan Fenghuang to the Dragon City University. After arguing for the sake of agreement, he drove under the huge French Parasol Tree that was the Posterior Mountain of the Luo Jia Mountain.

Lan Fenghuang got off the carriage, raised her head and looked at the Parasol Tree, revealing a nostalgic look, she said softly, "It seems like this Parasol Tree has not changed much."

Yang Ping accompanied them and listened quietly.

Lan Fenghuang thought of something and revealed a nostalgic smile. "That year, your master and I swore an oath under the Parasol Tree that after a hundred years of age, if no one gets married, we would be together."

"I'm ninety-nine years old this year."

Yang Ping smiled and said, "Senior is still one year away from being with Master."

Lan Fenghuang revealed a happy smile, and nodded: "That's right, we are still one year away." Although she was very old, her face still revealed a innocent smile like a child's. It was the sincerity of reminiscing about the beautiful past.

Unfortunately, the past was like smoke.

With the old man's current look, Lan Fenghuang would probably scold him for being blind back then.

Yang Ping suddenly thought of the Junior Sister. It was just that she had not seen her for a long time, and she didn't know what it would be like if they met each other again in the future.

He seemed to be deep in thought, as if he had sensed something.

Yang Ping's expression was complicated. Looking at Lan Fenghuang's beautiful figure, she couldn't help but ask, "Mistress, are you sure you can stay together with Master?"

Hearing the two words "Mistress", Lan Fenghuang's entire body shuddered, and her voice trembled, "What did you call me?"

Yang Ping was a little embarrassed and said: "Mistress, I see that old man … Eyebrows... Master's tone of voice places great importance on you, and it is likely that he has not let it go yet, so I think that you should be my mistress. "

After a moment of shock, Lan Fenghuang laughed, and laughed very happily. Her tears flowed down as she muttered, "It's worth it. Even though thirty years of sealing was a bit bitter. But those few of them have never suffered like this, they were instead unable to get Xuan Jizi's heart. "

Yang Ping forced a smile.1

He couldn't help but raise his head and look at the enormous parasol leaf. It was as if he was looking at a world within his palm, and the patterns were the meridians of this world, overflowing with vitality.

"Senior …"

Yang Ping wanted to exchange some insights, she turned and looked, and suddenly froze. Her face changed greatly, and she cried out: "Senior, what's wrong?"

Lan Fenghuang's body became faintly discernible, sometimes appearing, sometimes transparent, but her eyes became brighter and brighter, staring at the Parasol Tree, revealing a relieved smile. Yang Ping's heart went cold, this is...

Daomization!

Lan Fenghuang was going to die.

The injuries in her body were worse than expected!

For some reason, Yang Ping suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable.

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