2800: C2800 Knife Divine?

C2800 Knife Divine?

"This is …" A dream? "

After the light screen disappeared, Yang Ping woke up from his shock and looked at her blankly.

She didn't answer and brought Yang Ping to another place.

This was the southwest corner of the field.

There are graves here.

Yang Ping saw the name on the grave. He had never heard of any of them.

Heavenly Tomb.

Wu Xin.

Lightning Haste.

Hong Xue.

… ….

Yang Ping had never heard of the names of tombstones before, but for some reason, he was very familiar with them because these names were lying on the tombstone. More importantly, when she brought him here, her eyes were filled with sadness as she looked at the tombstones.

Following that, Yang Ping was infected by his emotions and his heart was in pain.

An endless wave of grievance rose in his heart.

A surge of rage rushed through his mind.

An endless killing intent surged into the world.

Yang Ping didn't know why, but he had this feeling of being in the same boat, and this feeling of being in the same boat made him angry. Although he had never seen these people and their achievements, but deep inside his heart, a sense of respect gradually grew.

They are great.

Just like the girl in front of him.

In this small world, she silently guarded the pure land.

Yang Ping no longer wanted to ask where this place was and who she was because none of this was important.

On the other side of the light screen, there was a destructive force that was waiting for the opportunity to break the seal and descend into the real world. If it was before, Yang Ping would have thought it was a fantasy, something that only movies would have. However, when it appeared in front of his eyes, he felt it was real.

They exist.

They will come.

Yang Ping's expression was grave as he stared at the tombstone for a long time. Finally, he let out a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you."

This is the original thank you.

It was because these people sacrificed themselves for the peace of the world and for the peace of China. It was them who guarded this place and used their youth and blood to protect this pure land. It was laughable that the upper echelons were still scheming and scheming, openly and covertly fighting between countries. The Sacred Grounds and the Sacred Grounds were falling out for the sake of benefits, and there were even many experts who seemed to have gone into seclusion, controlling everything in the world from afar.

He compared the two and suddenly wanted to laugh.

Needless to say, there were some things that did not need to be done.

Yang Ping had a sense of justice in his heart, so he blurted out: "If I can get out alive, I will do everything I can. Even if I have to sacrifice myself, I must protect this pure land and not let them appear in the human world."

She smiled and nodded.

He was finally comforted.

They left the cemetery and she invited him into the hut. Yang Ping originally thought it was impossible, but now he could. He vaguely knew that it was because when he saw the tombstone, he had a promise to sacrifice his life for humanity.

He had passed the test.

They entered the thatched cottage.

The hut was very simple and crude.

However, it was very clean to the point that it was spotless. It was as if he had entered a world of ice and snow.

There was no tea, only dew.

A dewdrop that was brewed with more than ten different types of the rarest medicinal herbs. The medicinal herbs that she had previously collected were precisely for the purpose of brewing this kind of thing. Two priceless cups. If taken out, the ancient items that would cause a sensation in the Christie's Auction House would be used to drink.

"Please."

She laughed.

Yang Ping took a sip and with a whoosh, his entire body's energy shot up to the sky. His body's injuries were all healed, and even the dried up Qi of Top Yang had the impulse to recover. Yang Ping was ecstatic; it was only an impulse, and it did not truly regenerate.

One cup down.

No more hunger, no more thirst.

Beautiful nectar and jade dew.

Yang Ping exclaimed and said, "This should only be found in the sky, it's rare to hear something like this in the mortal world."

She said, "Destined one, you've passed."

Yang Ping was stunned as he looked at her.

She said, "There were a lot of people who came in here, but they have all turned into corpses. The corpses were in the cave where you came from."

Yang Ping's expression changed and he sucked in a breath of cold air.

Could it be that those people died because they didn't pass?

She saw the doubt in Yang Ping's heart and said, "I have been waiting for a fated person to arrive. But it is not the current you, because your strength is too weak. I thought that the fated person would be an expert like the Heavenly Tomb, but unfortunately, you came too early. "

He let out a soft sigh, and an indescribable grief filled his heart.

Yang Ping couldn't help but ask: "Then what kind of strength do I have to qualify?"

She laughed.

He then extended a finger that was as beautiful as green onion and pointed it at the sky.

Yang Ping's vision blurred, as if he saw the world collapse, and countless cracks appear in the ground. Countless cracks appeared in the space, and any one of them was enough to kill an expert of the Subsaint realm.

With a single finger, he had severed the world.

Yang Ping's eyes were glazed over and he could not believe it.

In front of him, she possessed incomparable strength.

Had he already reached the pinnacle of the human world?

Yang Ping couldn't believe it, she could probably climb the mountain and level the entire Sacred Land by herself.

"Old Man Tianmu is one stage higher than me. I am far from being his match. "

Her words caused Yang Ping to fall into a deathly silence.

Hehe.

Yang Ping mocked himself, "I don't dare to think about this because I know my potential and I will never be able to achieve it. Besides, I might have believed it before when you said I was fated, but …" Seeing her request to have the same strength as the Heavenly Tomb, it seemed impossible, and said helplessly, "Do you think I can fulfill it?"

A hand reached over and gently caressed his dejected face.

It was as warm as jade.

It felt good.

Yang Ping looked at absolute beauty blankly. She caressed his face and said gently, "Since you are fated to be here, you will definitely reach Old Man Tianmu's level. I believe you, but you have to be confident. "Don't be discouraged."

"Is that possible?"

Yang Ping asked again.

Letting go of her face, she murmured, "Yes, I believe that there is a miracle in this world."

Yang Ping went silent.

She had already reached the limit of the martial path, and it was impossible for her to go any further. With her current strength, it was impossible for her to have the urge to fight, unless she wanted to become a Super Saiyan.

However, looking at her lonely appearance …

Yang Ping felt pity in his heart. He didn't know why, but he had the urge to roar at the top of his lungs.

Wasn't it just Old Man Tianmu's strength?

Wasn't it just surpassing her cultivation realm?

Why she could imagine.

He couldn't bear it like a man.

Save the world.

Protect the pure land.

Could it be that he couldn't bear all these?

A woman could guard this place in obscurity, and she might not be able to leave this place for the rest of her life.

I can!

This was what Yang Ping wanted to say the most.

That's right.

If a woman could reach such a level, then he could definitely be chosen as someone who was fated.

If he had to be confident himself.

What would she think?0

Yang Ping's gaze was firm as he shot out an unprecedented light. He said in a deep voice, "I will definitely do it."

She laughed.

Because of her smile, the world turned dark.

"I'll wait for you."

She caressed Yang Ping's face and said softly, "Everything is like a dream, like a fog or a shadow. We hope that one day, we will become a reality when we meet again. "

Yang Ping wanted to grab her hand.

"Here you go."

She put a small knife into Yang Ping's hand and whispered, "I will wait for you to come back."

Yang Ping was stunned and wanted to say something.

The scene changed.

Everything disappeared.

Yang Ping opened his eyes and realized that the environment around him was not a small world, but a dark cave.

Was it a dream, or was it real?

Yang Ping burst into laughter and thought to himself, I knew it. How could there be such a terrifying existence? How could there be another Zhu Xi in this world?

It was just a dream.

However, not long after he started laughing, Yang Ping felt something wrapped around his neck. When he looked down, his face changed dramatically.

A small knife hung from it like a bell.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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