Huang Sheng smiled and said, "There is no danger, only the benefits."

"You should know my character. I will not do anything I am unsure of, nor will I give the other party good before others give me good."

Huang Sheng nodded: "I will help you to upgrade to the destiny period first, and you can go up."

Zhang Yang looked at Huang Sheng, looked at Huang Sheng's smile for a long time, and then squinted his eyes for a while and said, "After saying so much, why should I believe you?"

Huang Sheng was silent and spoke lightly after a while.

"Because, only you have that piece of jade in this world, and only you can fly above that thousand feet."

"Since you can't be controlled by me, why don't you tell other strong people to take this jade and let other strong people take you up?"

Huang Sheng suddenly laughed and said lightly: "Because others are afraid of death, it is very likely that they will not take me up after getting the benefits. Although you cherish your life, you can even not even want your life for some things."

Zhang Yang's expression froze, and his fingers trembled slightly in his wide sleeves.

Huang Sheng looked at Zhang Yang and said slowly, "I only know what is in the crack in the space, because... I came out of it..."

"Yeah?"

The sound of fistula with his fists clenched from his wide sleeves came. His pretty face became pale, his eyes were irresistible to shrink. A gray-haired, kind-smiling old man appeared in his consciousness.

Zhang Yang took a deep breath and made a trembling sound with difficulty.

"What's inside the space crack...?"

Huang Sheng's feet, which had only form but no body, moved gently, and the rich essence and blood as mud penetrated through him. He said lightly: "You fly over thousands of feet and I'll tell you again."

Zhang Yang's eyes flashed with his eyes, and he lowered his head and pondered slightly.

Now he does not have enough interests to tempt Huang Sheng first, and there is no room for doubt. In this conversation with intertwined interests, he was at a disadvantage.

The weakness deep in his heart, Huang Sheng, was very clear about the kind old man who had been through the weather and sacrificed his dignity and life for the tribe, and at the same time, he was about to starve to death at the age of eight, could not let go.

Or rather, he didn't want to, and refused to let go.

He didn't know what the space crack was, but according to the past and present, it can be seen that it was definitely a place of life and death.

This is true for the great monks, not to mention that the clan master was not even in the opening period, but was just a small wilderness soldier at the tenth level of the Blood Coagulation Realm.

No matter from any angle, the clan master will definitely die.

The fist in his hand was clenched tightly, trembling in his wide sleeves, and his flamboyant face became paler as the calculation deepened.

Since entering the Demon Heaven Sect, he has tried his best to avoid thinking about this. He is afraid, he is afraid that the most rational, correct and reasonable result he cannot accept.

"If the space crack is an extremely dangerous place, the clan master stays inside for a day, which will be a little more dangerous. Calculate the time, half a month has passed..."

Zhang Yang bit her lips tightly, and blood from the lips slowly flowed down the corners of her mouth. The powerful force of her teeth made others feel sore when they just glanced at her, but Zhang Yang couldn't feel the pain. The real pain was in the heart, in the bones, and in the soul...

The deeper he thought about it, the more time felt that time was tight, but he could not reach the height of a peerless strong man in a short time. He could only struggle with time.

Even if the clan master can survive in the crack in that space for a while, he may not be able to wait for Zhang Yang to save him.

The clouds in the sky are floating, and the glittering cannot be seen. (..)

The water in the river is flowing, and Zhang Yang cannot see it.

The clock of time is passing, Zhang Yang can’t see it.

He couldn't see these, just like a lost child looking at the intersection ahead, not knowing which road was the way home, but he chose the wrong road and became a wandering and no goal.

A prodigal son seems to be synonymous with freedom and freedom. He can live and die in a drunken way, using the sky as the quilt, the earth as the bed, and carrying a pot to walk to the end of the world.

Perhaps many people yearn for this kind of freedom, but Zhang Yang knows that behind the seemingly elegant prodigal son, there is deep fatigue and longing for home.

But the road is unclear, where is the home?

For Zhang Yang, the concept of home is very vague and clear. What he is vague is that people seem to call a dead house that can be settled in and called a home.

What he clearly knows is that as long as there are relatives around him, it is home.

Now that I know where my relatives are, I have the will but I can’t...

Zhang Yang's empty eyes showed a deep confusion. He suddenly showed a self-deprecating bitter smile, feeling that he was both cultivating demons and vanishing. He had vanished all his strength to quickly increase his cultivation. It is very likely that everything would be wasted in the end.

If this is true, why is he still exhausted to practice? Wouldn't he be too tired to be vigilant and plot against others every day?

Huang Sheng did not disturb his thoughts. He fell silent after seeing the thoughts in Zhang Yang's eyes, as if that thought also touched a buried place deep in his heart.

"Ha... what are you practicing? What can you do if you cultivate to be immortal and immortal? What can you do if you live for so long? Is it to be funeral for your relatives one by one?"                                                                                                       
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