1450: C1450 Vital Qi

C1450 Vital Qi

0The breaking of the Dantian meant the loss of everything.

A martial artist's spirit sank into the dantian, condensing their energy there. To cripple a person, only needed to prick the dantian, and although the Martial Cultivator was stronger and had many methods of cultivation, the dantian was the most important path that Yang Ping had taken. The moment her Dantian was shattered, Yang Ping felt that the sky was falling and the earth was caving in, she entered into despair.

After cultivating to the point where his dantian was shattered, he could be considered the first person from ancient times until now.

Yang Ping lied on the ground, her consciousness a blur.

Du Wangzuo landed in front of him and checked his wounds, frowning. Zhu Xue ran over and asked anxiously: "Master, will he be alright?"

"It's too much."

Du Wangzuo sighed, then walked outside: "Haste makes waste, he wants to quickly level up, but his Qi went berserk, causing injury to his life, and the deities are unable to save him. You should prepare yourself for the future and look for another successor. "

Zhu Xue's expression changed as she cried out: "Master, Yang Ping is still a disciple, how can I give up?"

Du Wangzuo looked at Zhu Xue coldly and asked: "What are you doubting about your decision?"

Zhu Xue lowered her head, not daring to speak.

Du Wangzuo frowned and said impatiently: "She is not the only Experimental Body, there are also several people whose strength is not inferior to Yang Ping, but they have been hiding for a long time and they have yet to be discovered. If Yang Ping did not come to the Heavenly Tomb by chance, I would not even bother letting him enter the tower of Primal Chaos, if he succeeds, there is still hope for him to pass on the legacy, if she is unable to conquer the tower of Primal Chaos, she will die even if she goes out in the future. I might as well die early and reincarnate. "

After Zhu Xue finished listening to her master's words, her heart was filled with grief.

What a great young man, did he die in the Heavenly Tomb just like that? However, he had no other choice because a person that even his master could not save was sentenced to death. His master was a fierce person who could snatch someone from the hands of the god of death.

Carrying sorrow, Zhu Xue carried Yang Ping and walked toward the Bamboo House.

Du Wangzuo sighed, and said faintly: "Not only do you not have much time, the world does not have much time either. How do I have time to waste on other people? "

Heartless, but helpless.

Reaching Du Wangzuo's level, she saw through life and death.

Bamboo House.

Zhu Xue lied on the bed, and her life force slowly disappeared, meaning she was about to die. Zhu Xue clearly sensed that the Death God was lurking in the shadows, and was preparing to take Yang Ping's soul with him at any moment, but because of how terrifying the Heavenly Tomb was, she could only let Yang Ping die naturally.

Strangely, although Yang Ping was about to die, she held her breath.

Zhu Xue was pleasantly surprised, and told Du Wangzuo about the matter. After Du Wangzuo heard this, she rushed over to check, and left a sentence behind: "He may still be alive, but she will become a cripple after waking up."

Zhu Xue's expression froze, and she muttered: "A cripple?"

Yang Ping, however, did not know that she had been sentenced to death by Du Wangzuo. His consciousness was in a blurry state, continuously rising up, passed through a stretch of darkness, and came to a golden world. This world was simply too big, stronger than any world he had ever seen.

The golden world was filled with a very mysterious energy. Going deep within it could nourish the soul, strengthening it.

Slowly.

Yang Ping's soul continued to grow stronger. From a dark shadow, it slowly became transparent, and finally merged with the golden world. With a thought, countless golden energy entered the golden world, and transformed her body.

He didn't know that he had arrived at the most mysterious dimension of the universe, the Primal Chaos World.

In the universe, no one could prove the existence of the Primal Chaos Realm, even if it was just Heavenly King Stage, they had only heard of it rumours. However, before Yang Ping died, she actually came to the Primal Chaos Realm and absorbed the energy of the Primal Chaos Realm, turning it into her own.

He was purifying.

But no one could detect it.

Zhu Xue stood at the side, sighing helplessly, unable to tell that Yang Ping's body was being purified.

One night passed.

In the garden, butterflies danced in the air, full of vitality. Du Wangzuo hurriedly came over once, and after confirming that Yang Ping was a cripple, she left the Sky Tomb and continued to look for a suspicious successor to the Wujia Ridge. As for Yang Ping, Du Wangzuo did not hold any hope, but she would not let him die either. She would instruct Zhu Xue to use the best medicine to help him recover some of her strength, so that she could at least resist the effects of the Heavenly Tomb's darkness. She would live the life of a normal person in the future.

There was no sunlight in the Heavenly Tomb.

But the garden still grew.

There was also dew that nourished the beautiful flowers.

Yang Ping opened her eyes and felt that the outside world was too glaring. She crawled up and rushed in with concern: "Yang Ping, how are you feeling now?"

"Very good."

After a night of slumber, Yang Ping's soul was extracted from the Primal Chaos Realm and reached a state of saturation. Yang Ping became stronger than she ever had before, but of course, he herself was completely unable to feel that after her Dantian broke, the hidden darkness source energy would be transferred into her meridians.

"Actually, being an ordinary person is pretty good." Zhu Xue forced out a smile, feeling that Yang Ping's indifference was an act, she asked, "What do you plan to do next?"

"Save Zhu Xi."

Yang Ping said in a heavy voice.

Zhu Xue wanted to say something but hesitated.

Yang Ping walked outside and said: "Madame Zhu, thank you for taking care of me, but I have more important things to do. I can't let Zhu Xi continue to sink into pain and despair. No matter what price I have to pay, I will definitely save him. "

Zhu Xue laughed bitterly and said helplessly: "But do you know where Zhu Xi is?"

"Got it."

Yang Ping said with absolute certainty.

This time, it was Zhu Xue who was shocked. Looking at Yang Ping's face, she did not seem to be lying, or perhaps it was to comfort herself, and said in a bewildered and uncertain voice: "How about waiting for Master to return home, I will help you ask. "Are you going to look for one now …?"

"Goodbye."

Yang Ping left with big strides.

Zhu Xue opened her mouth, wanting to stop her, but she realized that she could not see Yang Ping's shadow. Her heart was overwhelmed with shock, and in just an instant, Yang Ping could actually disappear right in front of her eyes.

Yang Ping left Du Wangzuo's domain and followed the call from the Primal Chaos Realm. With her eyes closed, he walked toward the location of the call.

Step by step.

It left behind traces of the Dao.

Yang Ping finally found an altar. This altar was much larger than the ones above, it flowed with the light of primal chaos and was several levels higher. He stood on the altar, clenched her fist, and said softly: "Zhu Xi, wait for me."

"Whiz!"

A light flashed.

A gulf suddenly appeared between the yellow sand and grassland, with green liquid gurgling out of it. Yang Ping appeared at the side of the gulf, looked at the drops of jade green liquid, and said, "Reincarnation Lake." It was here that she fought a great battle with Yun Feng, found the oasis and the castle, and unknowingly entered a mystical space. It was probably a trap the Quadrangular Throne had set up on the fourth floor.

Passing through the desert, Yang Ping finally reached the original location of the castle, but she had already disappeared.

Haha!

"I've finally found you! Yang Ping, kneel down and accept your death!"

An arrogant voice came from the void, followed by a very strong aura that permeated the fourth floor, and it was also a bit familiar. Yang Ping did not pay any attention to him as she silently calculated the coordinates. The Qi was rushing towards Yang Ping with a strong killing intent.

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