Chapter 757

Beauty is beautiful, not like the world.

But it's because it's too beautiful to be true.

It's not true.

Because the beauty in front of him... He is a woman he knows, who is very familiar with and even unforgettable.

Zhu Xi!

Unexpectedly, the woman living in the hut is Zhu Xi.

Yang Ping opened his mouth and was stunned. After a long time, he was surprised and said, "Zhu Xi, why are you here?"

Zhu Xi looked at him quietly and knew Yang Ping's name. He shook his head and said, "you and I have never met before. How do you know my name?"

"Never met?"

Yang Ping smiled bitterly. Not to mention meeting, he saw all his body, but he wouldn't feel foolishly that the woman in front of him was Zhu Xi, because she didn't fluctuate on the surface, but it gave people a feeling of startling flesh.

Mrs. Zhu doesn't have such a realm.

Fortunately, in front of her, her appearance is very familiar. Otherwise, in the realm of Yang Ping, in the face of such a person, asking questions casually is not to die?

"You and I used to know each other?"

She smiled and looked at Yang Ping. Her eyes seemed to flow with golden light. Yang Ping only felt that she was seen through. No matter the changes of her eyes, the dark forces dormant in her body, or even the black-and-white yin-yang fish in the center of her eyebrows, they were all exposed.

Yin and yang fish manifest instantly and rotate smoothly.

She stretched out her hand to the yin-yang fish. Yang Ping was surprised and wanted to stop it. Unfortunately, her strength was nowhere to be found. It seemed to be integrated with the heaven and earth. Breathing the air, it was in her world that the yin-yang fish fell in the palm of her hand and made a happy sound, as if she had returned home.

Yang Ping was cold all over.

Isn't that evil?

She played with the yin-yang fish for a while. Her eyes were far away. It seemed that she could penetrate history and see the past, today and future.

After a long time, she sighed and let go of the yin-yang fish.

Yin yang fish reluctantly returned to Yang Ping's eyebrows.

Yang Ping secretly scolded that this guy must be public. It's estimated that he can't go when he sees a beautiful woman. It's too unfair. In the past, yin-yang fish could protect him when he was in danger. It is estimated that he will die miserably if he fights with her.

Who the hell is this woman?

"You are the first person to enter here in thirty years."

She smiled and walked forward. In her hand was a knife. It was delicate and lovely. She could not see any power. She waved it in the field.

Hiss

Yang Ping's face changed wildly and almost fell to the ground.

It looks like a very humble knife. With a wave of her hand, it changes fiercely and lasts forever. There is an illusion of epoch-making. Yang Ping seems to see a new era, a new world and a new universe.

In this knife, it has the taste of creation.

This knife

No matter how stupid Yang Ping knows, it is definitely an artifact.

oh my god!

This woman's identity is too mysterious. She not only looks like Zhu Xi, but also has great strength. She may be several grades higher than Mrs. Zhu. The knife in her hand belongs to an artifact and is also a dream weapon for the holy land.

Hanging Temple costs countless people to stand by, isn't it to get an artifact?

An artifact appeared in her hand, but it was used to cut leeks. Thinking of this, Yang Ping had an impulse to vomit blood.

Cut off a piece of leek and it will grow again.

She stopped the leek and put it in it, and then called it to the southeast. Curious, Yang Ping followed up and saw a nine turn old ginseng, which he had seen when he came in. Jiuzhuan old ginseng whizzed out of the soil, then knelt in front of her and obediently offered a drop of milky liquid.

Gollum!

Yang Ping was jealous and wanted to go crazy.

That's the essence of the life of the nine turn old ginseng, who has contributed directly, and has no reluctance. This is an obsequious nine turn old ginseng, who knows how to please the world's strongest and master.

She touched the leaves of old ginseng and said with a smile, "give you life."

Yang Ping looked up and saw the rain falling from the sky, just like the nectar and jade dew falling on the leaves. The leaves immediately absorbed it, and then the breath became more ethereal. He turned and disappeared into the soil.

terrified.

Yang Ping smiled bitterly and said secretly, what is this place?

She's like a founder.

Can dominate everything here.

"This is not leek."

It seems that she knows what Yang Ping thinks. She turns around and explains, "this is Tianxing grass. It looks like leek, but it tastes sweet and bitter. It is suitable for medicine."

Yang Ping immediately remembered the records in the classics that Tianxing grass is hard to see in a hundred years and can only grow in ancient tombs more than a thousand years old. In this world, there are basically no Millennium ancient tombs. Tomb theft novels were popular for a while, but there were experts for many years before. During the Three Kingdoms period, Cao Cao was the most powerful tomb robber, who raised the army by stealing tombs, followed by the warlord ruler surnamed sun, who directly stole the tomb of Empress Dowager Cixi.

Therefore, every thousand year old tomb should be in a place where people are rarely visited, and tianxingcao can't be found.

But there is a large area of star grass in front of us.

Overturned Yang Ping's cognition.

What the hell is this place?

Who the hell is she?

With strong curiosity, Yang Ping followed her all over the world, collected more than a dozen extinct herbs, and then put them into the hut.

No entry to the hut.

She put things away and came out. "I'll show you something," she said

Don't ask the source, don't ask the purpose.

She and he seem to have known each other a long time ago. Although she really doesn't know him, he seems to know her very well. They came to the crack where Yang Ping came in. They had merged and couldn't see any trace.

She slashed at the ground.

Yang Ping looked down and his hair stood up. A film screen like light curtain appeared on the ground. From the light curtain, there are countless coffins, and these coffins are dense, which is not the most terrible. Because Yang Ping saw as like as two peas of nine bronze coffins.

Right in front of you, it's too far away.

Even if it was too far away, Yang Ping felt the terrible spirit from the light curtain.

If it were not for the light curtain to stop, just the pressure of these nine bronze coffins, Yang Ping could die. Because there are too many ninth century copper coffins, and each copper coffin is sealed with a peerless strong man. In the middle of the ninth century copper coffin, there is a huge blood red coffin dozens of times. On it, the ancient characters are sealed. Each character is like a kind of Tao. Countless Tao are sealed and blessed. Each kind of Tao is the way of heaven, which is far beyond Yang Ping's imagination. This kind of Tao can make a person become a sage king and suppress it with countless Tao, which shows that the owner of this blood red coffin has complete cultivation.

The nine bronze coffins around are like worshiping emperors.

Yang Ping trembled and stared. His back began to sweat. Suddenly, the blood red copper coffin vibrated. There were scenes of corpses and blood in front of him. Yang Ping was in it and felt the breath of destroying the sky and the earth. It seemed that his existence represented destruction and the ultimate killing.

"I'll be back."

The owner of the blood red copper coffin sent out special fluctuations, which only Yang Ping could understand. This is no longer a pure world language, but from a distant country, a distant world.

But somehow, Yang Ping is very familiar with it.

This wave is the strongest mental wave he has ever seen.

No one.

Who is the owner of the blood red copper coffin?

They want to come back?

Yang Ping was shocked all over.

If this force comes back, let alone the holy land, it is estimated that all the forces of China can not compete, because countless ninth bronze coffins represent countless saints, which has gone beyond the imagination of the extreme.