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Chapter 595

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"Boom!" A loud sound rang out.

There was no miracle, and no one could stop it in time.

Because it was too fast. King Xieluo's tail landed heavily on Ping Yang's body, on her frail body that had lost the protection of the Red Flame Flower Armor.

At this moment, time seemed to stop.

Everyone's eyes were glued to Ping Yang's face. On that face, there was sadness, tears, and of course, a sense of relief, a powerless relief.

"Your Highness!"

"Princess Ping Yang!"

Be it the Mountain Breaking Army or the Yan Cloud Calvary, they all cried out in unison when they saw this scene. They could all tell how terrifying this attack was.

Not to mention that Ping Yang had lost the protection of the Red Flame Flower Armor.

Even if she did …

She would not be able to withstand such an attack.

"Princess!" Xing Yuanguo's eyes were bloodshot. He clenched his fists tightly, and his body trembled uncontrollably. He knew how important Ping Yang was to Emperor Lin Mubai.

Ping Yang, dead?!

This happened right in front of his eyes.

How could he answer to Emperor Lin Mubai?

"Mother …" Ping Yang's body fell from the sky. Blood spurted from her mouth and rained down from the sky. Her face was pale but her eyes were still open.

The pair of eyes that were as clear as water quietly gazed at the night sky filled with stars.

Until she landed in someone's arms.

"Shameless brat, I … think … I saw mother … mother … really … really saw mother …"

"Mother is here to pick me up …"

"But, I'm a little cold. Are you cold?"

"Yes!"

A crystal tear rolled down her cheek and fell to the ground.

Ping Yang's body did not continue to fall because the person who was hugging her had already landed on the ground. This made her subconsciously hug the person who was hugging her tightly.

"Hahaha … Fang Zhengzhi, how does it feel to see people die one by one in front of you, and yet you can't save them?" King Xieluo's wanton laughter came from the sky. "Mother? Haha, the weakness of you humans is really laughable! "

"Is it laughable?" Fang Zhengzhi's voice rang out.

"Isn't it laughable?" King Xieluo's tone was full of sarcasm.

"I don't think it's funny!" Fang Zhengzhi's tone was firm.

"Ignorant … hmm?!" King Xieluo wanted to say a few more words, but he stopped mid-sentence because he realized that Fang Zhengzhi seemed to be eating.

This surprised him a little.

A person could do a lot of things before they died, such as calling for their mother or saying their last words. But eating?

Isn't it a little too boring?

Fang Zhengzhi did not answer King Xieluo's question. He slowly chewed on the 'food' in his mouth and looked at the night sky quietly.

"Do you want to live?" A figure faintly appeared in his mind.

"Of course!"

"It's simple. Eat this and you'll be able to live. However, you won't be able to keep your cultivation."

"Is there anyone who can keep their cultivation and survive?"

"No!"

"To think that you call yourself one of the Four Sages. You're useless. It's better to rely on yourself than on others. I'll find a way myself. Bye bye!"

"Wait!"

"Is there anything else, liar old man?"

"Liar? Brat, do you know how many people cried and begged to see me, but I refused? "

"And then? Now you're crying and begging to save me? "

"… Brat, do you really want to keep your cultivation?"

"Nonsense."

"Alright, I can keep your cultivation, but I won't be able to keep your life."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Does this old man look like he's kidding you? I have an elixir that can keep your cultivation and your life. However, I don't know how long it can keep you alive. "

"How long can I live?"

"Two years!"

"What's the most?"

"Three years!"

"Are you kidding me?"

"It's up to you whether you want to eat it or not. If you don't eat it, not only will you lose your life, your cultivation will also be gone!"

"What do I have to do to live for three years?"

"Time and quantity."

"Time and quantity?"

"That's right, one pill a month. I will pass the elixir to Yu 'er and she will pass it to you at a fixed time. You must remember, you must not eat more. If you eat more, you will live one month less!"

"I'm not stupid, why should I eat more?"

"Who knows?"

"What do you mean? Could it be that eating this can boost one's sex drive? "

"Boost one's sex drive? Boy, you really know how to think. So what if you want to strengthen your sex drive? If you want to strengthen your sex drive, this old man has a lot of … Ahem, what I mean is, if you eat this medicine, your cultivation will double in half an hour! "

"Double? That's amazing! Does it double after eating one, or triple after eating two? "

"Mm, it will only double your original strength. In other words, if you eat ten in one go, your strength will increase by ten times!"

"Wow … Isn't that a godly elixir?"

"Of course! This is the proudest work of this old man's life. If it were any other old fart, none of them would be able to make it! "

"What's the name of this elixir?"

"Empty Heaven Pill!"

"Why does it have the same name as you?"

"Of course, this elixir is named after me!"

"I think it's better to call it the Zhengzhi Pill. After all, you don't eat much of it and you give it all to me. Don't you think so?"

"Yu 'er says that you're a shameless person. I feel that using these words to describe you is an insult to the word itself!"

"Oh? What do you think is a better word? "

"You have no bottom line!"

"Thank you for your compliment. Let's cut to the chase and hand over the Zhengzhi Pill!"

"… Like I said, I will ask Yu 'er to pass it to you at a fixed time!"

"Yu 'er is so busy, what if she forgets? Or if her relatives come to visit her and it's inconvenient for her to deliver it late. Wouldn't I die then? How about this, take three to five hundred of them and keep them with me, just in case. "

"Three to five hundred? Are you going to eat them? This old man only has a total of five pills on me right now. Even for me, I can only refine two or three pills in a month at most. How about this, I'll leave one more for you! "

"One, do you think I'm a beggar? Five, I can't go any lower! "

"Two at most!"

"Four!"

"Three!"

"Deal!"

"Wait a minute, why should I bargain with you?"

"As the great Heavenly Oasis Saint, Wu 'er's master, one of the four sages, a man at the peak, you won't go back on your word, right?"

"Rascal, I'll give you three. Don't eat these three Heavenly Oasis Pills unless it's absolutely necessary!"

"I'm not stupid, do you think I'll eat these life-threatening Zhengzhi Pills so easily?"

"…"

"Gulp, gulp …" Fang Zhengzhi finished chewing the pill in his mouth and swallowed it slowly. At the same time, he turned his gaze away from the night sky and looked at Ping Yang in his arms.

King Xieluo shuddered violently. He did not know why, but he suddenly felt that Fang Zhengzhi, who was standing below him, was different.

His clothes were still black, and his face was still pale. However, he felt that something was wrong.

What was wrong?

King Xieluo looked down at Fang Zhengzhi, who was holding Ping Yang in his arms. Fang Zhengzhi raised his head slightly and breathed through his nose.

Then, he saw Fang Zhengzhi slowly put Ping Yang down on the ground.

His movements were gentle and slow.

If it were a few moments ago, he would have lifted his leg without hesitation and stomped Fang Zhengzhi into meat paste. However, he did not do so.

There was no reason.

This was a feeling, a special feeling that belonged to a Demon King.

And this feeling made him feel that he had to wait. At the very least, he had to wait until he found out what was wrong with Fang Zhengzhi.

Finally, Fang Zhengzhi put Ping Yang down.

Then …

Fang Zhengzhi raised his head once again.

"Hmm?" King Xieluo's body trembled slightly at this moment. Because, at the moment when he met Fang Zhengzhi's gaze, he finally found out what was wrong.

Eyes!

That's right, eyes.

It was a pair of colorless eyes. There was no black, no white, no red, yellow, blue, green, cyan, purple. There was only transparency, like a crystal clear water droplet.

This was a strange scene.

Because, once the eyes become transparent, one could clearly see what was in the eyes. However, Fang Zhengzhi's eyes were different.

In Fang Zhengzhi's eyes, he could see many things. For example, his own shadow, the broken city walls, and the stars in the sky.

It was like a mirror, but not a mirror.

Because, there was a limit to what could be reflected in a mirror. However, Fang Zhengzhi's eyes did not only reflect the things in front of him, but also many other things. Mountains, rivers, oceans, trees, flowers …

"This brat … what exactly is he?" King Xieluo looked into Fang Zhengzhi's eyes. He had a feeling, a very strange feeling. It felt like devouring, but not devouring.

And at this moment …

His eyes widened once again.

Because, in Fang Zhengzhi's hand, a sword appeared. It looked very ordinary, but it was definitely not an ordinary sword. And the reason for all this was …

On the tip of the sword, there was a purple mark.

It looked like a mark of blood.

However, it also looked like a mark that had completely fused with the sword.

And now, when the sword appeared in Fang Zhengzhi's hand, the purple mark spread rapidly. In an instant, the entire sword turned purple, a demonic purple.

At the same time, a monstrous murderous aura surged from Fang Zhengzhi's body. It surrounded him like a solid substance, forming a whirlwind of air.

"It's the Traceless Sword!"

"Isn't the Traceless Sword in the Southern Region? How did it end up in Fang Zhengzhi's hands? "

"Did he go to the Southern Region before?"

The Mountain Breaking Army looked at the sword in Fang Zhengzhi's hand in shock. This sword was too famous.

It was a sword that once belonged to the Sagely Battle God Meng Tian.

The name of the sword was Traceless.

"Oh no! Is this brat … going to be possessed again?! "Xing Yuanguo was equally shocked when he saw the Traceless Sword in Fang Zhengzhi's hand.

The battle of the Southern Region.

The scene of Fang Zhengzhi using the Traceless Sword to kill the Rebirth State Demon in front of the Icy Monkey Settlement was still fresh in Xing Yuanguo's mind.

That wasn't a question of whether he was strong or not …

It was because Fang Zhengzhi did not look like Fang Zhengzhi at that time.

Hence, Xing Yuanguo could only describe it as' possessed '.

"No, his eyes did not turn purple. They still look very clear … wait a minute, this is not clear, this is … transparent?!"

Transparent!

Eerily transparent.

Xing Yuanguo had never thought that a person's eyes could turn this color. However, Fang Zhengzhi's eyes were indeed transparent. They were as clear as water droplets.

"Boom!"

At this moment, Fang Zhengzhi finally made his move. With the murderous aura wrapped around his body like a whirlwind, he charged towards King Xieluo.

"Oh? Is he trying to court his own death? Haha … "King Xieluo was shocked by the eeriness of Fang Zhengzhi's eyes. However, this did not mean that he was afraid.

The black scales on his body that were stained with blood had all fallen off.

The newly grown black scales shone with a cold radiance as they were enveloped by the golden radiance. The gigantic body shot up into the sky and descended rapidly towards Fang Zhengzhi.

But at this moment …

Fang Zhengzhi, who was charging towards him from below, disappeared mysteriously.

Or rather, he did not disappear, but fused with the surrounding murderous aura. He fused with the murderous aura that was like a whirlwind.

"Kill!" A bone-chilling voice came from within the murderous aura. Then, the whirlwind of murderous aura instantly transformed into a soaring dragon.

A soaring dragon that soared into the sky.

Rain fell from the sky. One drop, two drops, it became more and more frequent …

The storm came.

It washed away the blood stains on the ground, washing away the blood stains on Ping Yang's chest. The thunder roared, illuminating Ping Yang's pale face.

And at this moment, a ray of light shone from Ping Yang's chest.

It was a pendant.

A pendant that looked like a teardrop. A faint light flowed on the pendant, twinkling like a star in the stormy night.

However, at this moment, no one noticed that dot of light.

Because everyone's attention was focused on the soaring dragon in the sky.

It was a soaring dragon that soared in the sky. It soared from the ground and soared into the sky. It circled in the sky, bringing with it a sense of loneliness and anger.

Finally, the soaring dragon transformed into a twisted ray of light and swooped down from the sky. It was supposed to be above him, but now it was below him.

A dragon, a proud and lonely dragon …

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