3049: C3049 Fissure

C3049 Fissure

A resplendent star flashed in the sky. Even in the daytime, it was still so alluring. The shock in front of his eyes was indescribable. Yang Ping only had that big star in his mind.

The little bit of light from the Bamboo House was like an extreme, but it was also not the extreme. It was able to penetrate all illusions, break through endless obstacles, and use the most powerful energy from the shortest distance to reach the essence.

A sharp light flashed in the eyes of Fuji, and a look of delight appeared on his face.

"Done."

An incomparably glorious Sun Blossom bloomed in midair, ignoring all the obstructions of the material plane as it was branded in the Spiritual World. Yang Ping sighed and said, "So beautiful."

The moment the Sun Blossom bloomed, it became peaceful again. However, the Bamboo Mountain was different from before, as wisps of life force rose from the soil, signifying that a new life was about to appear. A small flower appeared in the bamboo forest. It stubbornly raised its head and looked towards the sky, as if it wanted to express something. Although the soil was thick enough to bend its spine, the arrogance on Little Flower's body was moving.

The heaven and earth were that thick soil, and Little Flower was Madame Zhu's body. She was resolute, fearless, and even if it was difficult, she would still advance bravely.

Yang Ping felt a surge of courage, a wave of fearless courage.

The fruit of victory, watered with courage, will one day show its fragrance.

The Bamboo House quieted down.

That flower appeared in Yang Ping's mind at all times. It was the flower of courage that he could not forget for a long time. At this moment, he was extremely shocked. Yang Ping initially thought that once he touched the edge of the martial way and stepped on it, he would be able to experience the difference between him and Madame Zhu. Perhaps when he touched the threshold of a saint, he would be able to experience that wonderful feeling.

"Have you comprehended it yet?" The fisherman returned to his senses and asked with a smile.

Yang Ping nodded and replied, "I have some understanding, but I've seen more unknowns."

Fisherman was very pleased with Yang Ping's answer and laughed out loud, "Very good, you finally saw a sliver of truth, the path of heaven, more than enough to make up for it. Once you become a true expert, you will be able to experience the loneliness on the path of martial arts. "

"You came looking for me for something?" the fisherman asked again.

Yang Ping told Ye Mo about the disappearance of the cave and hoped to get the secret from Fisherman. The karst cave could not disappear for no reason, it must be involved in the deepest secret of the Dragon City. If he knew, it might be helpful for his future plans.

After the fisherman finished listening, he sank into deep thought. Sometimes he was angry, sometimes he was angry, and sometimes he was regretful. In the end, he sighed a long sigh.

"Is there a secret?"

Yang Ping couldn't help but ask.

"I don't understand."

Fuji's words almost made Yang Ping choke to death. He didn't understand why you were thinking so seriously. He snappily replied, "Forget it, I'm afraid you won't say it. I might cause trouble for the government if I kill Cherry Blossom Great Swordmaster."

Although Cherry Blossom Great Swordmaster did not bring his official status to Hua Xia, his status and position must be very high in the island country. He had a lot of disciples and disciples under him, and the military and political parties must have a backer. After all, people died in China.

The fisherman gave him a contemptuous look.

"You think too much. He is considered a big shot in the Island Country, but in China, he is nothing. Besides, this matter with the government has nothing to do with you. Do what you have to do, when will you be promoted to a saint? "

said the fisherman unhappily.

Yang Ping knew he couldn't get any useful information from Madame Zhu. However, after seeing the process of Madame Zhu's retreat, he believed that Madame Zhu would appear before everyone with a brand-new attitude soon. At that time, she would definitely be very powerful.

He just didn't know if he could wait until that day.

With regret, Yang Ping Li left the Hidden Treasure Pavilion.

Yu Sui stood up, seeing Yang Ping gradually leave, he coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked solemn as he locked onto a spot in the sky and muttered: "My defense is getting weaker and weaker, with my strength, I almost couldn't suppress it. What should come will eventually come. I never would have thought it would come so fast, half a year earlier than expected. "

Following that, deep down in the crevice, one could see many coffins wanting to break through the restrictions on the ground and rush out of the Underground World.

"As long as I'm here, you guys can forget about breaking the seal!"2

"Tai Chi Void Array!"

The fisherman bit open his finger and used his blood essence to seal it. His palm went down and covered the ground. Following that, the cracks on the ground glowed with a red light.

The cracks disappeared, and the ground returned to normal.

The amount of energy needed to activate the Tai Chi Void Array was too much, because the Tai Chi Void Array was a formation that could only be used with Peak Great Saint. It had nearly suppressed ninety-nine percent of the seal in Dragon City. It could be said that if the fisherman did not suppress them with his Hidden Treasure Pavilion, a huge event would have immediately occurred in Dragon City.

The Bamboo House was still quiet.

The Sun Blossom was quietly blooming, waiting for the perfect opportunity to amaze everyone.

"If you don't come out now, I won't be able to hold on." Although he was injured, the fisherman was still optimistic. His hair started to turn white, and he gradually aged. However, he relied on some heaven defying technique to forcefully reverse his youth and return to his original appearance.

Sometimes old, sometimes young.

In the midst of time, the fisherman struggled to suppress the seal of the Dragon City while borrowing the power of all living things in the Dragon City to resist the attacks of the outside world.

Frowning, he stared at the south side of Dragon City and said, "With me here, you guys can forget about breaking through."

Dragon City, South of the city, a tall city wall. A kilometer away from the city wall was a piece of barren land, more than 50 kilometers away from the center of the city. It was originally a village, but due to the mysterious deaths a few years ago, the entire village had moved away, leaving behind empty bungalows.

The soil was dry, there was no water around, and in some places not a single blade of grass grew.

However, there were always some strong fence-sitters who survived, swaying in the wind to show their existence. Inside a two-story house, a group of monks wearing ancient clothes were gathered on top of a bonfire. There was a skull inside the bonfire that was being burned by flames.

Ka-cha! *

This was a thorn left behind by a human after death. Rumor has it that the thorn of the soul that contained great resentment could open the spatial gate and find the existence of hell.

A monk that seemed to be the leader pulled out a soul thorn, groped around in the void, and then fiercely stabbed in. With a 'kacha' sound, the soul thorn broke. The people's room became silent.

The leading monk clasped his hands together and said, "Dragon God, your people are opening the gates to hell for you. Please grant us strength."

"Woosh, woosh ~ ~ ~"

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the fire was swept up, revealing a total of eleven broken spikes of the soul. In other words, with the eleven people who had died just now, even with their soul spikes, they weren't able to penetrate the Dragon City's defense.

The Dragon God did not respond.

The leading monk revealed a cold smile and said, "Lord Dragon God has given us instructions, we will continue to offer sacrifices."

"Yes."

These people looked like monks, but they were vicious. Killing people was just a formality in their eyes, and these people could already be considered evil. They were not accepted by the world. If Yang Ping was here, the monk leading the group would definitely recognize him. This was because this person was the Dragon King of the Dragon God Cult's Sixth Dragon King. Moreover, he hadn't died, and his strength had risen by another level. He shaved his hair, gave up his playworld, and dedicated all of himself to Lord Dragon God to obtain great power.

They all dispersed in search of offerings.

The Sixth Dragon King sneered and said coldly, "Yang Ping, the pain you've bestowed upon me, I will repay it tenfold, no, I will repay it hundredfold. If it wasn't for you, how could I have become like this?"

A monstrous hatred rose up from the house, more terrifying than the others combined.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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