3299: C3299 Different Fireworks

C3299 Different Fireworks

4Huang 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 up the mountain, he could feel voices coming from within the mountain filled with intense resentment. If a person's life force was not strong enough, the grievances that were tainted by the mountains would cause their fortune to plummet and their families to the point of ruin. Huang Wushan was not a simple person. Of course, this wasn't a problem for Yang Ping. It didn't matter if it was fate or destiny, Karma didn't touch one's body.

Yang Ping didn't get angry when he saw Wang Yue lying on the ground, instead, he looked at the old man even more calmly, as if he wanted to see through the old man. Although the difference in their cultivation levels was huge, and they were not on the same level, there was no fear in his eyes.

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

Yang Ping said seriously, "I really do."

The old man pointed at Wang Yue and said with a smile, "Because I killed her?"

Yang Ping shook his 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 answered.

He was not worried about being ambushed by Yang Ping at all. He laughed and said, "I was originally interested, even though you have a strong killing intent in your heart, I also like to do challenging things, but I don't have much time left. I can't play with you. "

The old man nodded and said, "You are indeed as I expected you to be, but unfortunately, you lack destiny. Even if you are a Heaven Destroyer, a fate rarely seen in a hundred years, it is still hard to escape from the cycle of fate. "What a pity, what a pity …

Yang Ping was a good sapling, and even if it was Heavenly King Stage, he wanted to take Yang Ping as his disciple. Unfortunately, they were at odds, and the old man looked at him with a gaze that became more and more regretful.

Yang Ping didn't like the look of pity in his eyes and laughed, "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." Then, he looked at Wang Yue who was lying on the ground. Finally, he noticed that something was different. The extreme darkness in her body had disappeared. This was the real Wang Yue.

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 in a deep voice, "I don't know what senior is trying to impart to me. I only know that victory is guaranteed. 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 expression turned serious as he replied, "Although I can't guarantee victory, how can I train if I don't even have the courage to resist? 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 main roads are different, so there's no need for us to continue talking. 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, Old Man Tianmu, he stood at the highest point, looking down upon the cycle of karma and the vicissitudes of life.

This was to show Yang Ping his path while affecting 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 nibbling away at Yang Ping's faith, hitting his confidence.

Yang Ping closed his eyes and entered the cycle of reincarnation.

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 seemed to have turned into a rock of the Yellow Witch Mountain, his body was entangled with karma, the invisible lines of fate tightly locked him down, like a drowning child who could not find a way to save his life. Yang Ping's expression kept changing as he sank into the endless cycle of karma. If he could break through it, he 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.

Finally, when the rising sun completely jumped out of the sea, the golden light on Yang Ping's body disappeared and turned into an ice-cold stone, just like the one on Mount Huang. Yang Ping opened his eyes and looked at the old man calmly with a complicated expression.

The old man's gaze was also very complicated.

"Interesting."

The old man stood up and sighed, "Maybe it's his fate, maybe he will win against the heavens. The path of defying the heavens is always full of 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 was silent.

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

Yang Ping raised his head and showed a sincere smile. He suddenly bowed and said, "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 his 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 as the temperature in her body slowly rose. Apparently, she was revived. He didn't know what method the old man used to revive Wang Yue, but at least the hidden problem in Wang Yue's body had been solved.

Yang Ping couldn't figure out what the old man was thinking from the beginning, 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 to Hidden Treasure Pavilion, the person welcoming him at the door wasn't Boss Tao, but a very familiar person, one who was so familiar that it was clear that he didn't want to kill him.

Dao Zun had his hands behind his back. His temperament was otherworldly, like an immortal descended into the mortal world. His gaze was calm, as if the entire world had quieted down!

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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