Both of them enjoyed themselves to the fullest. In the end, both of them looked a little drunk. Their faces were red as they laid on the ground, not much different from a drunkard.
Especially Song Zhangling, who was snoring thunderously. Obviously, he was drunk. Moreover, he trusted the people around him. That was why he fell asleep without any precaution. Only a careless person would be like this.
The incense wood hadn't finished burning yet. It was still burning, emitting a refreshing fragrance. However, the barbecued meat was in their stomachs. There were even six empty wine jars scattered all over the place. It looked a little messy.
Xiao Yang looked at the gloomy sky and thought to himself. What kind of situation was it back then that caused that powerful senior to not hesitate to turn this place into a land of death and bury everyone here?
However, it made one understand a problem. If one was too arrogant and offended too many people, it would lead to a group attack. So what if the God Realm was so strong? Didn't they still fall into the Three Thousand Small Worlds?
After falling, the God Realm was still the strongest existence. However, it was no longer the phoenix's tail. It was the chicken's head. The difference between the two could be said to be the difference between heaven and earth. It could not be compared.
The current God Realm did look strong and prosperous. It was the strongest existence among the Three Thousand Small Worlds. However, compared to the Three Thousand Small Worlds? It would be like a big sorcerer meeting a small sorcerer.
The Great Dao was merciless. The strong would win and the weak would be eliminated. However, one had to admit that the God Realm had good methods. Even after such a long time, it still did not decline. Although it was not as strong as before, it was still a thing of the past. It was nothing.
Time slowly passed. As he listened to the snoring sound, Xiao Yang helplessly let out a bitter laugh. Under such circumstances, it could be said that he was extremely baffled.
After a while, Xiao Yang sat up. Looking at Song Zhangling who was lying on the ground, a murderous intent flashed. However, he hid it very well and did not expose it.
Song Zhangling, on the other hand, turned his body sideways. Only then did his snoring become much softer and less intense than before.
Looking at the burning flames, Xiao Yang seemed to have lost interest. In the blink of an eye, he began to nourish the Heavenly Qin Mountain in his acupuncture points.
The road ahead was long, and they didn't know what kind of powerful enemies they would face. Therefore, it was best for them to recover as soon as possible. Even if it was a big battle, they would still have magical artifacts to use.
The Tianqin Mountain was a Saint-level ritual implement, and its power was extraordinary. Although it was somewhat powerless against a powerful existence like Lei Dingtian, it was still very useful against King Wu of the Eighth Level. Moreover, as Xiao Yang's strength increased, so would the Tianqin Mountain.
How much power a magic tool could unleash depended entirely on the person controlling it.
It could be said that the grade of the magic tool determined the lower limit of its power, and the person controlling it determined the upper limit of its power.
After a few hours, Song Zhangling finally woke up. He shook his head violently, as if he was drunk and had yet to sober up.
After the two of them exchanged a few pleasantries, Song Zhangling carried his long sword on his back and continued on with Xiao Yang.
Along the way, they also chatted intermittently. Occasionally, when they came across a stone tablet, they would sit down and study it together. As for how much they could obtain, it depended on their own abilities. There were no disputes, and it could be said that they were very harmonious.
In fact, there was nothing to fight over. It was not a magic tool, and as long as one was strong enough, one could take it. This could be said to be completely dependent on one's own opportunities and comprehension.
After that meal, the relationship between the two of them seemed to have become closer.
Song Zhangling was also very talkative. Most of the time, he was the one talking. He introduced the Green Li Realm to Xiao Yang, saying that their hometown had three famous wonders. It could be said to be a paradise on earth, and it was wonderful beyond words.
There was even a dangerous place called the Bamboo Waves, which contained the Great Dao. If one could comprehend the mantra there, it would be twice the result with half the effort, as if heaven and earth were working together.
As for his Senior Brother, Han Fenglu, who was at the ninth level of the Green Li Realm, he had comprehended in the Bamboo Waves and obtained a chance. Since then, he had not been at the ninth level.
This was not just a simple rumor. Many cultivators had benefited from the Bamboo Waves. For example, Song Zhangling had also broken through to the eighth level there.
However, Han Fenglu was the most special and had the highest achievement, so he became the spokesperson of the Bamboo Waves.
Xiao Yang did have some yearning for it, but that place was not very useful to him now.
Speaking of the ninth level genius Han Fenglu, Song Zhangling was in high spirits, as if he was Han Fenglu. He was not stingy with his praise.
Xiao Yang also learned about Han Fenglu's realm. He was actually at the ninth level of the Upper Tier, the same as Lei Dingtian. It could be said that he was at the peak of the ninth level.
Even Bai Jian and the one from the Sun Snow Realm were only at the beginning of the ninth level. Compared to them, they were much inferior.
However, Han Fenglu's limelight was not as good as Bai Jian's. He was the lowest among the ninth level geniuses.
That was because he was too low-key, and it was easy to overlook him.
However, it was often such low-key people who did not get into trouble easily and did not attract the attention of others. For example, when the ninth level geniuses of the younger generation were mentioned, many people would first think of Princess Mingzhu, followed by Lei Dingtian and Bai Jian.
As for the two or three people behind, they did not care.
Of course, this was also related to their temperaments. They did not like to be in the limelight and lived in seclusion.
From Song Zhangling's adoration for Han Fenglu, it could be seen that Han Fenglu wasn't arrogant when he was in the sect. He took special care of his junior brothers and never bullied them or anything like that.
He would even answer their questions and was very kind.
Along the way, Xiao Yang had more or less gained some understanding of the Green Li World. However, he still had some yearning for the so-called Three Wonders.
If there was a chance in the future, then there was no harm in going to take a look. Maybe there would be some different discoveries.
At this time, Song Zhangling stopped moving forward, and his expression became much more serious.
Xiao Yang also felt that the deathly aura in front was exceptionally heavy. There was even a manic aura in it. It was very terrifying, and it was mixed with a destructive power. It was shocking.
It was unbelievable. What kind of power could turn this place into purgatory?
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