Chapter 1007

A bright star twinkles in the sky, even during the day. Unable to describe the shock in front of him, Yang Ping had only the big star in his mind.

The light in the bamboo house is like the pole, but it is not the pole. It can penetrate all vanity, break through infinite obstacles, and reach the essence with the shortest distance and the most powerful force.

The fisherman's eyes burst with fine light, showing a happy color.

"Yes."

An incomparably ostentatious flower of the sun blooms in the void, ignoring the obstacles of the material world and branded in the spiritual world. Yang Ping sighed and said, "it's so beautiful."

After the flower of the sun blooms, it returns to peace. But Zhushan is different from any time before. Wisps of vitality emerge from the soil, indicating that new life will appear. A small flower appeared in the bamboo forest. She looked up stubbornly and looked at the sky to express something. Although the soil is thick enough to bend its backbone, the pride shown by Xiaohua is moving.

Heaven and earth are the thick soil, and Xiaohua is Mrs. Zhu's body. She has firm faith and is fearless. She still moves forward bravely even in difficulties.

Yang Ping felt a courage, a courage to fear nothing.

Watering the fruits of victory with courage will one day show fragrance.

The bamboo house is quiet.

In Yang Ping's mind, that flower, the flower of courage, has been on the horizon for a long time. At this moment, it shocked him a lot. He thought he could trample on the Tao when he touched the edge of martial arts. Yang Ping found that he was too far away from Mrs. Zhu. Maybe he could experience that wonderful feeling when he touched the threshold of the sage.

"Do you understand?" the old fisherman answered with a smile.

Yang Ping nodded and replied, "I have some enlightenment, but I see more unknowns."

The fisherman was very pleased with Yang Ping's answer and said with a laugh, "well, you finally see a trace of the true meaning. The way of heaven can make up for the loss. When you become a real strong man, you can feel the loneliness on the road of martial arts."@^^$

"What are you looking for me for?" the fisherman asked again.

Yang Ping told the story of the disappearance of the strange cave again, hoping to learn the secret from the fisherman. The karst cave cannot disappear for no reason. It must involve the deepest secret of Longcheng. If you can know, it may be helpful for future plans.

After listening, the old fisherman fell into meditation, sometimes angry, sometimes angry, sometimes sorry, and finally turned into a long sigh.

"Is there a secret?"

Yang Ping couldn't help asking! $*!

"I don't understand."

The fisherman almost choked Yang Ping to death. I don't understand why you think so seriously and have no good way: "forget it, it's estimated that you won't say that I killed the cherry blossom swordsman. I'm afraid it will cause trouble to the government."

Although Sakura swordsman did not come to China with his official identity, his status must be very high in the island country. There are a lot of disciples and grandchildren below. Military, political and commercial businessmen must have a backer. If the island country is in trouble, the Chinese government will be very passive. After all, people die in China.

The fisherman looked contemptuous.

"You think too much. He is a figure in the island country, but he is nothing in China. Moreover, the government's business is none of your business. What should you do and when should you be promoted to a saint."

The old fisherman has no good airway.

Yang Ping knows that she can't get useful information, but seeing the process of Mrs. Zhu's degeneration, I believe it won't be long before Mrs. Zhu will appear in front of everyone with a new attitude. At that time, she will be very powerful.

I just don't know if I can wait until that day.

With regret, Yang Pingli left the treasure Pavilion.

The old fisherman stood up and saw Yang Ping gradually go away. He coughed and vomited a mouthful of blood. His face was dignified. His eyes locked somewhere in the void and murmured, "the defense is becoming more and more fragile. With my strength, I can hardly suppress it. Those who should come will always come. I didn't expect it to be so fast, half a year earlier than expected."

Cracks appear on the ground, and a dark breath comes out. With the depth of the cracks, you can see coffins trying to break through the limitations of the ground and rush out of the underground world.

The old fisherman sneered and hummed, "you can't break the seal with me!"

"Tai Chi void array!"

The old fisherman bit his finger, sealed it with blood essence, palm down, covered it on the ground, followed the crack on the ground with a red light, like adhesive, and forcibly repaired the crack.

The crack disappeared and the ground returned to calm.

But the old fisherman's breath was weak. Using Taiji void array cost too much power, because Taiji void array is an array that can only be used at the peak of the great sage, which almost suppressed 99% of the seal of Longcheng. It can be said that if there were no fishermen to suppress in the treasure Pavilion, something big would happen in Longcheng immediately.

The bamboo house is still quiet.

The flower of the sun blooms quietly, waiting for a wonderful opportunity to make a blockbuster.

"If you don't come out again, I can't hold on." although he was injured, the fisherman was still optimistic. His hair began to turn gray and become old, but he relied on some anti heaven method to forcibly reverse his youth and return to the original appearance.

Sometimes old, sometimes young.

In time, the fisherman tried hard to suppress the seal of the Dragon City, and resisted the attack of the outside world with the help of the creatures in the dragon city.

He frowned, stared at the south of Longcheng and said, "you can't break it one day with me."

Longcheng, a tall city wall in the south of the city, is a barren land kilometers away from the city wall. It is more than 50 kilometers away from the city center. It was originally a village, but because of the mysterious death a few years ago, the whole village was moved away and left a bungalow.

The soil is dry, there is no water around, and there is no grass in some places.

However, there are always some strong wall grass that survive, swing in the wind and show their existence. In a two-story house, a group of monks in ancient clothes gathered on the fire. In the fire, there was a skull that was burned by the fire. The monks were chanting scriptures and transcending the dead.

Click!

The skull is broken and a thorn emerges. This is the soul thorn left after death. It is said that the soul thorn with great resentment can open the door to space and find the existence of hell.

A monk who looks like a leader pulls out the thorn of his soul, gropes in the void, and then plunges into it. With a click, the thorn of the soul broke, and the houses were quiet.

The leader monk put his hands together and said, "the Dragon God is on, and your people are opening the door to hell for you. Please give us strength."

Hoo hoo

A dark wind blew and rolled up the fire, revealing 11 broken soul spikes, which were amazing. That is to say, eleven people died just now. The soul spikes of those who harbor resentment can't open the defense of the dragon city.

The Dragon God did not respond.

The leader monk smiled coldly and said, "the Dragon God instructed us to continue to sacrifice."

"Yes."

These people look like monks, but they are cruel. In their opinion, killing is just a ritual. These are cults and are not tolerated by the world. If Yang Ping is there, he must know the monk who led him. Because this person is the sixth Dragon King of the Dragon God sect, and he is not dead yet, and his strength is further. He shaved off his hair, gave up the colorful world, dedicated himself to the Dragon God and got powerful power.

They dispersed to look for sacrifices.

The sixth Dragon King smiled grimly and said in a cold voice, "Yang Ping, I will repay the pain you gave me ten times. No, I will repay a hundred times. If it weren't for you, how could I become what I am now!"

The huge resentment rises from the houses, which is more terrible than others combined.