Chapter 2007

Hello, Savior.

Yang Ping looked at Murong Yan's bright eyes. There was a real longing and expectation for life in her eyes. She smiled, shook her head and said, "I'm not the Savior. You recognize the wrong person."

After he landed, he sat on the stake by the river, shook the drops of water on his feet and took a long breath.

Yang Ping doesn't think he is the Savior.

He is just a mortal who abandons the existing system of practice and walks in the jungle. He turns himself into a mortal and carefully understands the real laws of nature, including blood, warmth, romance and barbarism. In the past, people who bullied the weak and bullied the good and feared the evil would be extremely angry, rejected and even suppressed. They thought that was justice.

Now I suddenly feel that all these exist for a reason.

Not that existence is reasonable.

But a real equal treatment of life.

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are ruminant dogs.

In the cosmic chessboard, all things are mole ants.

"Our family has been waiting for you for a long time."

Murong Yan smiled and looked at Yang Ping curiously, especially the dripping water drops, falling into the soil, like a cycle of heaven and earth. She got serious and said, "you have a breath that awakens our blood."

Yang Ping smiled and said, "you say it's the force against the sky?"

Murong Yan's eyes lit up and quickly nodded: "you see, you all know the power against the sky. It must be the person we have to wait for."

Yang Ping shook her head, took a deep look at Murong Yan and asked, "isn't it good to stay here?"

Murong Yan thought for a moment and said, "No. I heard that the outside world is more wonderful. I want to see it."

Typical secondary reaction.

You don't know your happiness in happiness.

Yang Ping thinks so at this time. He once had a similar feeling. The world is so big. I'm going to have a look. He didn't exist long. He may be in his twenties on earth, but he has experienced too many life and death, and has seen things that many people can't imagine in their whole life.

Like the cloud.

Who would have thought that beyond the earth, there are ten thousand dimensions. Like human beings on earth, they breathe air, need sunshine, food, warmth and care.

"It doesn't look good outside."

Yang Ping shook her head, got up and walked out.

Murong Yan was worried, followed Yang Ping and said, "I won't trouble you. You see, my strength is not weak."

Finish.

Murong Yan showed her own realm and strength. At that time, the aura of several kilometers gathered madly in the body, and a pure original force of wood attribute bloomed in the body. The water and grass along the river grew luxuriant, and the fish in the water swam more and more happily.

Longevity realm!

At Murong Yan's age, about seventeen years old, she is the top genius in the middle of the cloud.

Yang Ping quietly watched Murong Yan unfold, just like the flowers in full bloom in the wilderness.

In his eyes, spring, summer, autumn and winter, life and death.

The universe is a cycle, endless.

Someone died.

Someone lives.

Yang Ping also saw another force in Murong Yan's body, which is very powerful and sealed in her blood. Once it breaks out, it may not be weaker than Wu Yue's talent, or even directly break the restrictions and impact the strength of the heaven.

But what?

If it had been before, Yang Ping might have found the treasure. Now?

He sees too much as a variable.

How about the heavenly king?

How about Jue Dian?

Everything is a dream.

Even if you stand at the top of the universe, you still can't escape your fate.

On the cosmic chessboard.

If you are contaminated with the most essential things in the universe, even a little will be controlled by the chessboard and can't escape.

Those two children who have lived for many years ran over a king of heaven for a joke. Putting it in any dimension may cause an uproar, but in the view of the chess player, they just abandoned a relatively large chess piece, that's all.

occasionally.

Yang Ping doesn't understand why so many people with blood against the sky don't want an ordinary life and go against the sky.

What is the end of the sky?

The result is already doomed.

Since Yang Ping knew why the world had changed for the master he had never met, as the strongest, he still remained mysterious. He watched the rebellious ethnic groups being suppressed, slaughtered and indifferent. He once thought it was the indifference of the strongest. Now it seems that it is just a kind of helplessness.

They have walked the road involving the origin of the universe, which seems to be impractical.

Do you want to continue?

Yang Ping didn't know that maybe Wu Ming and Lei Feng were right or wrong when they came to the end of their road. Because they hadn't seen it, he didn't continue to move forward. When he reached the peak of the great sage, he cut everything off.

He wants to go his own way.

A road that has never existed since ancient times.

It's hard.

But we have to go.

He changed everything.

In order to better meet the new life and open up a road not controlled by the cosmic chessboard.

"Yan'er."

Murong Yan followed Yang Ping closely. For fear that he would leave, an alert sigh came from behind, and an old man appeared.

Murong Yan cried, "Grandpa, I have found the Savior."

The old man's name is Murong Hua. He is Murong Yan's grandfather and the only remaining master of Murong family. At this time, his face slightly changed when he heard the word Savior. He looked at Yang Ping in disbelief and seemed to have a lot of doubts.

Is the savior like this?

It's so ordinary.

Murong Hua didn't feel any strong breath on Yang Ping. He even felt that any martial artist in Qingming town was stronger than Yang Ping. He was dissatisfied and said, "Yan'er, don't talk nonsense. This little brother may have something urgent. Come here."

Murong Yan hurriedly shouted, "Grandpa, I really feel that he has a calling effect on my blood."

Murong Hua's face changed again and stared at Yang Ping.

Yang Ping was unprepared for the exploration of a celestial expert. He was like an ordinary person and let the other party check.

Soon.

Murong Hua frowned. He didn't believe his granddaughter's words, but felt that Yang Ping was really ordinary.

Brother Lu, who pursues his granddaughter, is much older than Yang pingqiang.

"Little brother, where are you from?"

Murong Hua was a little nervous. Seeing his granddaughter as if she was not Yang Ping, he asked with a serious face.

Yang Ping thought, but didn't answer.

Murong Hua thought he had deliberately concealed it and said discontentedly, "little brother, I don't know what method you used to confuse my granddaughter. She is too young and has no experience. She is easy to be deceived. If you just pass by, please leave as soon as possible. If your purpose is impure, don't blame me for being impolite."

Murong Yan was startled and shouted, "Grandpa, he is the Savior."

Murong Hua took his granddaughter's hand and pulled it to his side. Regardless of her opposition, he said coldly, "please take it."

Yang Ping naturally knows the strength of muronghua. He is a top expert in the world of mortals. If it is the place of the central government, it is not bad. After all, the heavenly king is not a Chinese cabbage.

The sky is already strong.

But what does it have to do with him?

Yang Ping carried his hands and walked slowly on the soft grass.

Although Murong Yan's eyes were red and begged, Murong Hua was still indifferent, but killed Yang Ping.

Originally, my granddaughter was good, but she became rebellious when she saw Yang Ping.

gradual.

Yang Ping disappeared into the field of vision.

Murong Yan bit her lips and wanted to cry. She looked very pitiful.

Murong Hua softened his heart and sighed, "OK, let's catch up and have a look. If he is really the Savior, there must be something different. If he is an ordinary person, you go home with me."

Murong Yan was surprised and said, "thank you, Grandpa."

The two stepped forward to track Yang Ping.

At this point.

Yang Ping walks to Qingming town.

No one found out.

The Luoshui in Qingming town turned black, and fish surfaced one by one, showing sharp teeth instead of death.

A strange wind blew from the wilderness.