Chapter 1864

Wu Lin appeared and stabbed Zhenhuang's chest with a sword. When Zhenhuang laughed, she just smiled faintly and turned away.

This sword is not an ordinary sword, but a wujialing sword.

No one knows what the sword of wujialing is. It has been lost for a long time and has never appeared. Now it suddenly appears. It is just a very ordinary sword. Not to mention the Jidao divine soldiers, it is generally the life weapon that is more dazzling than it.

But the sword hurt Zhenhuang.

Fatal injury.

Zhenhuang looked at the wound on her chest, slowly getting bigger, and the brand gradually disappeared. Her inner fear spread all over her body, which made her wonder who the other party was. It was a genius from wujialing, a sword from wujialing.

Wu Jialing?

Zhenhuang's mouth was bitter. She finally understood why she was upset. It was because she ignored the most critical problem. He wanted Yang Ping's body, but would Wu Jialing want it?

"A wise man who worries a thousand times must make a mistake."

Zhenhuang sighed and closed her eyes.

The brand disappeared.

Zhenhuang disappeared in the long river of time and space, and there was no such person anymore, because the power from wujialing in his body was disintegrating his brand. It was a very mysterious power, enough to kill the king of heaven.

"What a pity."

Looking at Yang Ping sitting in the middle of the fire, Zhenhuang was unwilling, but she had no choice but to succeed. At that time, the world was so big that even the people who killed Wu Jialing hid and practiced slowly to reach the realm of eternal ancestors. Who would be afraid of?

Unfortunately, wujialing didn't give it a chance.

Wu Lin quietly shot.

When Zhenhuang dispersed, Mo Lingling fell from the air. Just when she hit the ground to die, Wu Lin suddenly appeared, hugged Mo Lingling, took a deep look at Yang Ping, and then disappeared into the world.

Zhenhuang world began to collapse.

If the brand is scattered, it is impossible to keep the world running.

In the flame, Yang Ping opened his eyes. The knife in the spiritual world was gone. There was no control of the brand. Those soul fires also lost their goal and gradually dissipated in the world.

Yang Ping fell to the ground in silence.

The sky thunders and clouds move.

The mountains collapsed.

Yang Ping felt that the world was collapsing and there was no need to stay. When it collapsed, the place leading to the outside world would open. Soon, thick cracks appeared in the air, and the last thick column of light fell from the sky and poured into the depths of the earth.

Boom!

Heaven and earth disappear.

In front of him, Yang Ping stood under a millennium old tree. The dense jungle covered the sun. Birds and animals passed by. He took a curious look at Yang Ping, who was very conspicuous on the ground.

remote and desolate.

There was no one here. Yang Ping appeared out of thin air, which made the surrounding creatures pay curious attention to him. Then a leopard lay on the tree, made a whirring sound, stared at Yang Ping, and seemed to see the prey.

Whoosh!

The leopard attacked, fell from the tree, opened its sharp teeth and bit Yang Ping's neck.

Yang Ping was still stunned and sighed that the leopard had attacked. With a gentle wave, the leopard's body was out of control. He flew out and returned to the tree again. It looked at Yang Ping's eyes, full of awe, turned and ran away.

Jungle, the strong is respected.

Yang Ping uses his strength to frighten the virgin forest. The leopard's attack is fruitless. Other beasts observed secretly no longer attack, but doze and frolic. No one cares about Yang Ping.

He breathed in the fresh air of the virgin forest and felt a big dream.

The secret land of Dayao Mountain disappeared.

The real Phoenix world disappeared.

I stood under the tree and looked up at the sky. The blue sky and white clouds were extraordinarily beautiful, but it was a dream, as if it had never happened.

Is it really a dream?

There was no one around. Yang Ping didn't know how to answer, so he walked forward.

However, after a few kilometers, he saw a lake.

By the lake, there are traces of bonfire.

Yang Ping stood beside the ashes, looking at the fish bones, silent. Isn't this the place where I met Liu Qingyue before? The fish bones were still there, but Liu Qingyue died, in the hands of Zhenhuang and in her own desires.

It turned out that everything had happened.

Yang Ping sighed in his heart and no longer hesitated. He wanted to go back to Longcheng to find Zhu Xi. Zhu Xi should still be waiting for himself in the company or villa. I don't know how long this farewell will last.

He turned into a light and quickly legend in the jungle.

Finally came to a gully.

Mojiagou.

Yang Ping stood at the entrance of the village and watched the smoke rise. It was peaceful and seemed to be isolated from the outside world. He wanted to leave, but when he thought of Mo Lingling, he didn't know how she was. Maybe she died in the real Phoenix world, or she had left.

He was afraid to enter the village with guilt, but he wanted to explain to Mo Shan after all. After all, Mo Lingling disappeared before her eyes.

As for how Zhenhuang died, Yang Ping was not interested.

Wu Lin did it.

Zhenhuang has no way to live. Yang Ping finds that her fate seems to be in the hands of others. It feels very uncomfortable to be controlled by others, but she can't find the behind the scenes.

The mark of wujialing disappeared.

Since Wu Lin appeared, she would take away the mark. Yang Ping had expected that. However, she was a little angry with Wu Lin, a mysterious descendant of Wu Jialing. This woman may be using herself to deal with the real Phoenix and attract the outside world.

We'll talk about it next time we meet.

Yang Ping stepped forward and walked into mojiagou.

Familiar path, familiar wooden building, familiar food smell, Yang Ping came to the small wooden building of Mo Shan and pushed the door in, but he saw Mo Shan cooking. After seeing Yang Ping, he showed surprise and shouted, "little brother, you're out!"

Mo Shan feels sincere happiness for Yang Ping. How much luck it takes to get out of Dayao Mountain alive.

He killed a chicken, bought a pot of wine and had dinner with Yang Ping warmly.

Yang Ping doesn't know how to say about Mo Lingling. She feels sorry.

"Uncle Mo, I have something to tell you."

Yang Ping thinks it's better to get straight to the point and see what needs help.

"Don't say," Mo Shan shouted at the inner room, "Lingling, come out quickly. Look who's coming."

Lingling?

Yang Ping was stunned, and then looked down Mo Shan's eyes, but saw a beautiful girl coming out of the room, wearing an apron and rubbing her delicate hands. When she saw Yang Ping, her eyes burst into surprise.

"Brother Yang!"

Mo Lingling rushed over and wanted to do something, but she was sorry. She stood in front of her, lowered her head and whispered, "it's great that you can come out."

Yang Ping Yu Sai.

He stared at Mo Lingling with mixed feelings in his heart.

Isn't Mo Lingling possessed by the real Phoenix, and then what disappeared?

"How did you get out?"

Yang Ping couldn't help asking.

"Come out what?"

Mo Lingling asked suspiciously.

Yang Ping tells the true Phoenix world, but Mo Lingling has no response. She is sure she doesn't know the true Phoenix. She smiles bitterly and secretly says, was it an illusion before? But why do the bonfire ashes and fish bones by the lake look so authentic?

Dream or reality?

Yang Ping suddenly.

"By the way, there are guests at home."

Mo Lingling thought of something and shouted at the inner room, "sister Wu, come and see. Brother Yang I told you has returned safely."

Yang Ping looked at the inner room.

A beautiful woman came out with a smile on her face.

Yang Ping's face changed wildly after he saw it clearly.

Wu Lin!