1257: C1257 Different Fireworks

C1257 Different Fireworks

Huang Wu Mountain.

Located in the outskirts of Dragon City, at an altitude of 315 meters, not far from the Falling Flower Bridge Scenic Spot, there was a dark green artificial river, like silk, connecting the two places. This place was filled with trees and trees, but there was no way to develop it. Up till now, no one dared to move.

A figure climbed up the mountain from the bottom. He quickly became a black shadow, and his figure was like a monkey as he arrived at the top of the mountain as if he'd walked on flat ground.

During the darkest hour before dawn, Mount Huang was shrouded in a layer of shadow, like a giant demonic claw descending from the sky, symbolizing the wrath of heaven, punishing the disrespectful mortals, and Mount Huang was a cursed place.

The surroundings were filled with the power of the curse.

From the moment Yang Ping climbed the mountain, she could feel voices coming from within Huang Wu Mountain, filled with intense resentment. If a person's life force wasn't strong enough, the grievances that contaminated the mountain would cause their fortune to plummet, and even cause their families to lose their lives. Huang Wushan was not a simple person. Of course, this was not a problem for Yang Ping. It didn't matter if it was fate or destiny, Karma didn't touch one's body.

Seeing that Wang Yue was lying on the ground and that she had lost all of her breath, Yang Ping did not become angry, but instead looked at the old man with even more calmness, as if she wanted to see through the other party. Although the difference in their realms was huge, and they were not of the same level, his eyes did not have the fear and dread from before, she was very calm and unperturbed.

The old man said, "You want to kill me?"

Yang Ping said seriously: "I really want to."

The old man pointed at Wang Yue, and laughed: "Because I killed her?"

Yang Ping shook her head.

The old man's interest was piqued, and he asked, "It's not simple, to actually be able to walk a path. Although it was just the beginning, it also proves that the eyes of that pair of masters are truly not ordinary. "What a pity, if you were my disciple, you could have passed on my Dao."

"It's not too late to accept a disciple now." Yang Ping replied.

He was not at all worried about Yang Ping's sneak attack on him and laughed: "Originally, I was interested, although your killing intent is strong, I also like to do challenging things, but I don't have much time left. I can't play with you. "

He turned around and seriously stared into Yang Ping's eyes. The old man nodded and said," You are indeed as I expected you to be, but it's a pity that you lack destiny. "What a pity, what a pity …

Yang Ping was a good sapling, even in Heavenly King Stage, she wanted to take as a disciple, but unfortunately, they were not on the same path, the elder looked at him, and the look in her eyes became more and more regretful.

Yang Ping did not like this pitiful gaze and laughed involuntarily: "Senior's gaze makes it easy for people to misunderstand. To be honest, I don't like men and I have a bad appetite. "

"I don't like men either." The old man laughed.

"It seems our interests and interests are at least the same." Yang Ping chuckled, then looked at Wang Yue who was lying on the ground. She had finally seen the difference, and the extreme darkness within her body had disappeared.

The old man waved his hand: "You don't have to thank me. After all, she is long dead." It doesn't matter if you die early or late. No one who follows you will have a good ending. Her fate could be considered to be very hard. She was able to survive until now. If it were an ordinary person, they would have died a long time ago. "

Yang Ping took a deep breath, and said: "I don't know what senior has been instilling in me to think about fate, I only know that you have to win against the heavens. Senior's cultivation is unprecedented, could you not see through this? "

"So you want to say?" The old man asked with interest.

Yang Ping's face turned serious as she replied: "Although I can't guarantee victory, if I don't even have the courage to resist, how would I be able to cultivate? Martial Cultivator has always been a path that goes against the heavens.

"You don't understand." The old man shook his head.

Yang Ping insisted: "The great daos are different, there is no need for us to continue. Senior, if you want to kill me, you can do so. With your level of cultivation, killing me is very easy. "

The old man stared at Yang Ping.

A cold wind blew.

All of a sudden, Huang Wushan's curse energy dissipated, replaced by countless Karma Threads that swirled around him. If one looked up into the sky, they would be shocked to find that the Karma Threads that were everywhere in the world were like a giant web that had been created by the heavens, wrapping itself around all living beings, entangling them within love and hate.

As for the controller of karma, the Old Man Tianmu, he stood at the highest point, looking down upon the cycle of karma and the vicissitudes of life.

This was to let Yang Ping see her own path, and at the same time, influence his direction. This is what the old man was afraid of. I didn't attack him, but I was already merciless. At the old man's level, it was not just a physical attack, but a destruction of faith.

Causality was eating away at Yang Ping's faith, hitting his confidence.0

Yang Ping closed her eyes and immersed herself into the reincarnation cycle.

The old man smiled and, as if he didn't do anything, he took out a bag of smoke and began to smoke. He looked at the sky and sighed, "What a pity."

It was as unmoving as a mountain.

Yang Ping was like a rock that had turned into Huang Wu Mountain. Karma was entangled around her body, the invisible lines of fate were tightly locking him down like a drowning child, unable to grasp at the means to save her life. Yang Ping's expression continuously changed, as she sank into the endless cycle of karma. If he could break through it, she would naturally wake up. If he could not, he would never wake up.

Time slowly passed.

The sun had risen.

The sun rose up into the sky, and when it shone down on him, he looked like a golden Buddha. He radiated a golden light that sank down into the Dao of Karma, and was incapable of extricating himself. Having experienced countless cycles of reincarnation, experienced countless hardships and hardships, the golden light on his body grew more and more intense.

In the end, when the rising sun completely jumped out of the sea, the golden light on Yang Ping's body suddenly disappeared and turned into an ice-cold stone, just like the one on Huang Wu Mountain. Opening his eyes, Yang Ping looked at the old man calmly with a complicated look in his eyes.

The old man's gaze was also very complicated.

"Interesting."

The old man stood up and sighed: "Maybe it's fate, or maybe people can triumph over the heavens, the path of defying the heavens is always filled with oddities, Yang Ping, do your best. I won't attack you anymore, but that doesn't mean other people can't. "

Yang Ping asked: "Who else?"

The old man pointed to the sky and the earth, saying, "Those are your enemies."

Yang Ping remained silent.

The old man asked again, "Are you afraid?"

Yang Ping raised her head, revealing a sincere smile, and suddenly bowed: "Senior, thank you for your guidance. If I were still alive, I would take you to the prettiest lady in the world and have fun with you. "

The old man laughed: "We'll talk about it when you are determined to win."

As the sound of her laughter echoed in the air above the mountain, it lingered for a long time until the old man slowly faded away. However, an almost inaudible voice could be heard, "Kid, I like you more and more, but remember this, the closer you are, the more you can't believe it. In this world, the only thing you can believe in is yourself."

The old man left.

Yang Ping carried Wang Yue and the temperature of his body slowly rose. Obviously she had revived, and although she did not know how the old man could bring Wang Yue back to life, at least the hidden danger in Wang Yue's body had been completely cured.

From the beginning, Yang Ping could not figure out what the old man was thinking, but now, he could at least feel that the old man was helping him.

Causality was nothing more than a tempering of the mortal world.

He stood on the edge of the cliff, one step into heaven, one step into hell.

Just as Yang Ping was carrying Wang Yue back to Dragon City's Hidden Treasure Pavilion, the person welcoming him at the door wasn't Boss Tao, but a very familiar person, familiar to the point of not wanting to kill at all times.

Dao Zun carried his hands behind his back, his aura otherworldly, like an immortal descending to the mortal world. His gaze was calm, as though the entire world had quieted down.

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