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A resplendent star flashed in the sky. Even in the daytime, it was still so alluring. The shock in front of her eyes could not be described, and the only thing that Yang Ping could think of was that large star.    

    

The little bit of light from the Bamboo House was like an extreme, but it was also not the extreme. It was able to penetrate all illusions, break through endless obstacles, and use the most powerful energy from the shortest distance to reach the essence.    

    

A sharp light flashed in the eyes of Fuji, and a look of delight appeared on his face.    

    

"Done."    

    

An incomparably glorious Sun Blossom bloomed in midair, ignoring all the obstructions of the material plane as it was branded in the Spiritual World. Yang Ping sighed and said: "So beautiful."    

    

The moment the Sun Blossom bloomed, it became peaceful again. However, the Bamboo Mountain was different from before, as wisps of life force rose from the soil, signifying that a new life was about to appear. A small flower appeared in the bamboo forest. It stubbornly raised its head and looked towards the sky, as if it wanted to express something. Although the soil was thick enough to bend its spine, the arrogance on Little Flower's body was moving.    

    

The heaven and earth were the thick and heavy earth, and Little Flower was the body of the Madame Zhu. She was resolute, fearless, and even though it was difficult and difficult, she still bravely advanced.    

    

Yang Ping felt a surge of courage, a courage that was not afraid of anything.    

    

The fruit of victory, watered with courage, will one day show its fragrance.    

    

The Bamboo House quieted down.    

    

However, that flower suddenly appeared in Yang Ping's mind, the Flower of Courage, unable to be forgotten for a long time. At this moment, he was extremely shocked. It was only then that Yang Ping realized, compared to the Madame Zhu, she was far, far behind. Perhaps only when he had touched the threshold of a saint would she be able to experience that miraculous feeling.    

    

"Have you comprehended it yet?" The fisherman returned to his senses and asked with a smile.    

    

Yang Ping nodded and replied: "I have a bit of understanding, but I've seen more unknowns."    

    

The fisherman was very pleased with Yang Ping's reply and laughed out loud. "Very good, you finally saw a trace of the true essence, the path of heaven. Once you become a true expert, you will be able to experience the loneliness on the path of martial arts. "    

    

"You came looking for me for something?" the fisherman asked again.    

    

Yang Ping told the story of the strange cave's disappearance, hoping to find out the secret from the agency. The karst cave could not disappear for no reason, it must be involved in the deepest secret of the Dragon City. If she knew, it might be helpful for her future plans.    

    

After the fisherman finished listening, he sank into deep thought. Sometimes he was angry, sometimes he was angry, and sometimes he was regretful. In the end, he sighed a long sigh.    

    

"Is there a secret?"    

    

Yang Ping could not help but ask.    

    

"I don't understand."    

    

Fuji's words almost made Yang Ping choke to death. She didn't understand why you had thought about it so seriously, and said in a bad mood, "Forget it, you probably won't say anything. I might cause trouble for the government by killing the Cherry Blossom Great Swordmaster."    

    

Although the Cherry Blossom Great Swordmaster did not bring his official status to Hua Xia, his status and position must be very high in the island country. There were a lot of disciples and descendants below, the military and political merchants must have a backer. After all, people died in China.    

    

The fisherman gave him a contemptuous look.    

    

"You think too much. He is considered a big shot in the Island Country, but in China, he is nothing. Besides, this matter with the government has nothing to do with you. Do what you have to do, when will you be promoted to a saint? "    

    

said the fisherman unhappily.    

    

Yang Ping knew that she would not be able to gather any useful information, but seeing how Madame Zhu was changing, she believed that it wouldn't be long before she would appear in front of everyone completely new. At that time, she would definitely be very powerful.    

    

He just didn't know if he could wait until that day.    

    

With regret, Yang Ping left the Hidden Treasure Pavilion.    

    

Fishmen stood up, and upon seeing that Yang Ping was gradually getting further and further away, she coughed out a mouthful of blood. Her face was solemn as she stared fixedly at a certain place in the sky, and she muttered: "My defense is getting weaker and weaker, and I almost couldn't suppress it with my current strength. What should come will eventually come. I never would have thought it would come so fast, half a year earlier than expected. "    

    

Following that, deep down in the crevice, one could see many coffins wanting to break through the restrictions on the ground and rush out of the Underground World.    

    

"As long as I'm here, you guys can forget about breaking the seal!"    

    

"Tai Chi Void Array!"    

    

The fisherman bit open his finger and used his blood essence to seal it. His palm went down and covered the ground. Following that, the cracks on the ground glowed with a red light.    

    

The cracks disappeared, and the ground returned to normal.    

    

The amount of energy needed to activate the Tai Chi Void Array was too much, because the Tai Chi Void Array was a formation that could only be used with Peak Great Saint. It had nearly suppressed ninety-nine percent of the seal in Dragon City. It could be said that if the fisherman did not suppress them with his Hidden Treasure Pavilion, a huge event would have immediately occurred in Dragon City.    

    

The Bamboo House was still quiet.    

    

The Sun Blossom was quietly blooming, waiting for the perfect opportunity to amaze everyone.    

    

"If you don't come out now, I won't be able to hold on." Although he was injured, the fisherman was still optimistic. His hair started to turn white, and he gradually aged. However, he relied on some heaven defying technique to forcefully reverse his youth and return to his original appearance.    

    

Sometimes old, sometimes young.    

    

In the midst of time, the fisherman struggled to suppress the seal of the Dragon City while borrowing the power of all living things in the Dragon City to resist the attacks of the outside world.    

    

Frowning, he stared at the south side of Dragon City and said, "With me here, you guys can forget about breaking through."    

    

Dragon City, South of the city, a tall city wall. A kilometer away from the city wall was a piece of barren land, more than 50 kilometers away from the center of the city. It was originally a village, but due to the mysterious deaths a few years ago, the entire village had moved away, leaving behind empty bungalows.    

    

The soil was dry, there was no water around, and in some places not a single blade of grass grew.    

    

However, there were always some strong fence-sitters who survived, swaying in the wind to show their existence. Inside a two-story house, a group of monks wearing ancient clothes were gathered on top of a bonfire. There was a skull inside the bonfire that was being burned by flames.    

    

Ka-cha! *    

    

This was a thorn left behind by a human after death. Rumor has it that the thorn of the soul that contained great resentment could open the spatial gate and find the existence of hell.    

    

A monk that seemed to be the leader pulled out a soul thorn, groped around in the void, and then fiercely stabbed in. With a 'kacha' sound, the soul thorn broke. The people's room became silent.    

    

The leading monk clasped his hands together and said, "Dragon God, your people are opening the gates to hell for you. Please grant us strength."    

    

"Woosh, woosh ~ ~ ~"    

    

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the fire was swept up, revealing a total of eleven broken spikes of the soul. In other words, with the eleven people who had died just now, even with their soul spikes, they weren't able to penetrate the Dragon City's defense.    

    

The Dragon God did not respond.    

    

The leading monk revealed a cold smile and said: "Lord Dragon God has given the orders, we will continue to offer sacrifices."    

    

"Yes."    

    

These people looked like monks, but they were vicious. Killing people was just a formality in their eyes, and these people could already be considered evil. They were not accepted by the world. If Yang Ping was here, she would definitely know the monk that led the group. This was because this person was the Dragon King of the Dragon God Cult's Sixth Dragon King. Moreover, he hadn't died, and his strength had risen by another level. He shaved off his hair, gave up on the playworld, and dedicated all of himself to the Lord Dragon God to obtain great power.    

    

They all dispersed in search of offerings.    

    

The Sixth Dragon King laughed sinisterly and said coldly, "Yang Ping, the pain that you have bestowed upon me, I will repay you tenfold. No, I want to repay you a hundredfold.    

    

A monstrous hatred rose up from the house, more terrifying than the others combined.