2713: C2713 Chinese Parasol Tree but Not Phoenix

C2713 Chinese Parasol Tree but Not Phoenix

1Madame Zhu had appeared. She did not appear at the most crucial moment, but at the very last. Her gaze could freeze everything and freeze one's soul. With just one glance, Yang Ping could tell that Madame Zhu's killing intent was beyond anything.

He looked worriedly at Lan Fenghuang.

Without a doubt, Madame Zhu was an invincible existence in the Dragon City. Although Lan Fenghuang was extremely powerful, she was not a match for Madame Zhu. Recalling the old man's words, Yang Ping finally understood why he would ask for it.

The old man had a premonition that Madame Zhu would make a move.

Yang Ping had mixed feelings as he cursed the old man as an idiot. At the level of Madame Zhu and Lan Fenghuang, how could he save them?

"I'll give you a chance. A minute ago, you could have left, but now you can't." Madame Zhu looked at Lan Fenghuang as she released her monstrous killing intent. "No one can break the rules of a saint. You should know. "

Lan Fenghuang smiled coolly. She was much more beautiful than before, and no longer worried about her own life or death. However, Yang Ping's heart sank as he had a premonition that something big had happened. Lan Fenghuang was begging for a fight. She should have left a minute ago. However, she waited a full minute for the old man's call before Madame Zhu arrived.

Yang Ping cursed himself for being an idiot. Why did he 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 bitterly held on.

What should he do?

Yang Ping thought about the solution while scolding the old man, which gave him a lot of trouble.

"Do you think that just by raising your cultivation base, you can contend against me?" Madame Zhu sneered. Even though Lan Fenghuang had become stronger, she didn't take it to heart.

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

"You're courting death."

Madame Zhu and Lan Fenghuang disappeared in an instant, and the battle started. With the disappearance of their Saint Domain, the two of them went somewhere unknown. Yang Ping regained his freedom and shouted, "Madame Zhu, don't attack yet. If you have something to say, let's talk."

BOOM!

It suddenly began to rain in the Dragon City.

Yang Ping saw two balls of fire in the sky. One was light purple, while the other was dark purple.

The phoenix bathed in flames.

Lan Fenghuang was the phoenix that had been reborn from the fire, while Madame Zhu was the sky that had obscured the Dragon City. If the phoenix wanted to break through the Dragon City, it must pierce through the sky.

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.

When Yang Ping had settled Phoenix down, Madame Zhu landed on the ground. His expression changed drastically and he couldn't help but look towards the sky. He was puzzled. Was the battle over? 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. Madame Zhu was still cold like the moon, Lan Fenghuang was hot like fire, and the flickering lavender flames on her body were still lingering around her. Her aura was still as domineering as before, affecting the weather.

It was still raining.

Yang Ping's sharp senses sensed that something was wrong. Lan Fenghuang's life force was no longer there. Although she was strong, the Dao Fruit within her body had shattered. His expression changed drastically as he shouted, "Senior!"

Lan Fenghuang sneered and said, "If you don't have the Branding of the Heart of Heaven, victory and defeat will be at stake."

Madame Zhu looked at her coldly and did not argue.

Lan Fenghuang let out a sigh of melancholy. Her eyes were complicated, even a little sad as she said, "Back then, when Xuan Jizi chose you, I could also do the same to you. Why did he seal me for 30 years?"

Speaking of thirty years of time, Lan Fenghuang's heart was filled with unwillingness. Not only was it a waste of time, but it also contained resentment that was not favored by others.

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

Puff!

A ball of purple flame appeared on Yang Ping's palm and unleashed a heaven-shocking power. He was terrified. 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 sensed that Madame Zhu was about to attack and shouted, "Wait!"

The purple flame flew towards Lan Fenghuang. Lan Fenghuang laughed disdainfully as her Dharma Idol appeared behind her. A phoenix screeched loudly as it swallowed the purple fire into its body.

Lan Fenghuang said, "That's all you have left. You're too naive to want to kill me."

Madame Zhu attacked again, her face expressionless.

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 shouted loudly and stood in front of Lan Fenghuang. Feeling Madame Zhu's cold gaze on him, he braced himself and begged, "Madame Zhu, she has already lost. Why must you kill her all?"

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

With a shout, Yang Ping's body was sent flying as if he had been struck hard. He spurted out a mouthful of blood. He looked at Madame Zhu and spat out another mouthful of blood. How could the rebuke of a saint be so easily removed? His body was immediately severely injured.

Madame Zhu had severely injured Yang Ping, so she was definitely going to kill Lan Fenghuang.

Yang Ping was infuriated. He endured the severe injuries and dragged his tired body to Lan Fenghuang. He gritted his teeth and said, "Madame Zhu, I have something to say."

Madame Zhu frowned and did not make a move immediately. She said lightly, "Yang Ping, do you think you're too important to affect my decision?"

Yang Ping shook his head and smiled 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 and said with a faint tone of disappointment, "Yang Ping, you have disappointed me."

Yang Ping's body trembled and his heart became complicated.

Madame Zhu had paid a great price to protect him, but he wanted to protect the person she wanted to kill. That was the same as standing on the opposite side of Madame Zhu. Yang Ping was very willing, but he was entrusted by the old man to protect Lan Fenghuang, so he could only continue to withstand 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 any form of protection for your life in the Dragon City." This is an equal exchange. Are you willing? "

Yang Ping's body trembled and his expression changed continuously.

"Alright!"

Yang Ping gritted his teeth and agreed.

Madame Zhu went silent.

After a long time, Madame Zhu turned around and left.

Yang Ping also went silent.

Using Madame Zhu's protection in exchange for Lan Fenghuang's life, was it worth it?

Yang Ping let out a long sigh, but he couldn't say what he 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 recover from your injuries. Let me check on your injuries. "

Lan Fenghuang said unhappily, "What do you mean? Do you think I lost to that girl before? 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 nodded and smiled, "Yes, you are very powerful, but you will be injured no matter how powerful you are. If we delay the treatment any longer, it might get even heavier. "

Lan Fenghuang waved her hand and sighed. With a lonely tone, she said, "Yang Ping, do you know where Parasol Tree are?"

Yang Ping was stunned.

Lan Fenghuang continued, "I want to see the Parasol Tree in Dragon City."

Yang Ping was ecstatic, he thought to himself, as long as Lan Fenghuang wants to do something, it will definitely be a good thing, if she doesn't have any more Dou Qi, the injury will definitely speed up, so he shouted: "I know, there's a very big French Parasol Tree in the Dragon City University. I'll show you. "

Lan Fenghuang smiled and said, "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 Dragon City University. After arguing for the approval, he drove directly under the huge French Parasol Tree at the Roran Mountains, with the three of them hugging each other as if they could reach the sky.

Lan Fenghuang got out of the car, raised her head and looked at the Parasol Tree with nostalgic eyes, then said softly: "It seems like this Parasol Tree has not changed much."

Yang Ping stood beside him and listened silently.

Lan Fenghuang thought of something and smiled nostalgically. "That year, your master and I swore an oath under the Parasol Tree that if no one marries after a hundred years of age, 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 smiled happily and nodded. "That's right. We're still a 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 appearance, Lan Fenghuang would probably scold him for being blind back then if she saw him. Why did she think so highly of this thing?

Yang Ping suddenly remembered Junior Sister. He had not seen her for a long time and didn't know what it would be like if they met again in the future.

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

Yang Ping had a complicated expression on his face as he looked at Lan Fenghuang's beautiful figure. He couldn't help but ask, "Mistress, are you sure you can be with Master?"

When Lan Fenghuang heard the two words' Mistress', her whole body shook violently. With a trembling voice, she asked, "What did you call me?"

Yang Ping was a bit embarrassed and said, "Mistress, I think the old man …" Eh … 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. "

Lan Fenghuang was stunned for a moment before she laughed happily. Her tears flowed as she muttered, "It's worth it." Even though thirty years of sealing was a bit bitter. However, those few girls did not suffer such hardships and were instead unable to get Xuan Jizi's heart. "

Yang Ping forced a smile.3

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.

"Elder..."

Yang Ping wanted to share his experience, but when he turned his head to look, he was suddenly stunned. His face changed drastically and he cried out, "Senior, what's wrong?"

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

Daomization!

Lan Fenghuang was going to die.

The injuries in her body were worse than expected!

He didn't know why, but Yang Ping suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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