Zhang Yang smiled bitterly, lowered his hands weakly, looked into the distance tiredly, and looked silently for a long time, suddenly laughed and said, "Since that's the case, let's just stop practicing..."

Huang Sheng came to his senses and looked at Zhang Yang's dim eyes with decadence and decline, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

He finally grasped the weakness of a person who is both capable and aiming. How could he give up in a hurry after passing this village?

He would arouse Zhang Yang's fighting spirit no matter what he said, so he spoke in an anxious tone: "The space crack is indeed a life-threatening life, but it is not a judgment of the chance of survival based on the level of cultivation, it is based on..."

Suddenly, Huang Sheng felt something was wrong and stopped talking.

He didn't have much contact with Zhang Yang, but he knew Zhang Yang's part of killing demons in the tribe and testing it all the way to Tongtian Mountain. Whether it was his calmness when he killed demons, his determination when he was in the devil, and his scheming along the way, it could be said that this person was firm in his heart and did not give up easily until the last moment.

Especially Zhang Ying's character of gratitude and deep feelings for that clan master are even more unlikely to let him extinguish the last glimmer of hope in his heart.

Why now...

Suddenly, Huang Sheng's face became extremely ugly. Han Ruofroshuang stared at Zhang Yang Xiaosuo's figure, and snorted and said, "Are you trying to trick me?"

Zhang Yang's face suddenly curled up slightly. He knew that he could no longer hide it, and he looked at Huang Sheng with a smile and said lightly: "You are so excited when you talk about the world above thousands of feet."

"What a scheming!"

Huang Sheng snorted coldly. He lived many more years than Zhang Yang, and naturally experienced more things. But at that moment, he was blinded by his mind and said Zhang Yang.

But after all, he has lived for countless years, and in just a few breaths he realized something was wrong and took back his words in time.

Boss Qiu in the Immortal Swallowing Bottle could only smile bitterly. Although he had put a certain height on Zhang Yang's mind, he was still deeply trapped in Zhang Yang's induction just now. If the two of them had not fully revealed it at this time, he would have believed it unswervingly.

"I still underestimate..."

Zhang Yang looked at Huang Sheng quietly for a while, and said this without any reason.

"While you help me upgrade to the destiny period, you also have to hand over the use of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner to me, and you also need to teach me a powerful absurd technique."

Huang Sheng no longer had the intention to test Zhang Yang, and directly agreed: "Yes, but I am the spirit of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner. I won't tell you how to control me."

Zhang Yang nodded, and then asked a question that was far away from the ends of the world. "Do you think the demons will perish? When will they perish?"

Huang Sheng glanced at him and said lightly: "The devil's power will surely die. You should know this in your heart. What you want to ask is how long the demon can last. I can tell you my prediction clearly. Three years later, the day when the three clans' great cultivators attack, the demon's will be completely destroyed!"

Zhang Yang frowned slightly and said, "I can't hold it back for a day?"

"It's not possible to delay for a day!"

"Okay, three years later, I have no way to go and fly with you to the top of you."

"Three years...yes!"

"If I use the trick of escaping the shell this time or are targeted by the other six peaks, will you have a secret passage to escape safely?"

"I have three!"

"Okay!" Zhang Yang smiled slightly, his eyes fell to the vast sea of ​​blood beneath him: "Since that's the case, let's start."

At the bottom of Tongtian Mountain, Ye Buzhan patted his butt and stood up, looked at the sky and smiled: "It's been four days, everyone has reached at least seven hundred feet. I'm definitely very coquettish when I rushed up at this time."

He picked up his dry hand and stared at the name Wuming for a moment, frowned slightly and said in confusion: "What are Zhang Yang planning to do? Fengcao has not moved for only one day? No matter who he is, let's do it first."

Ye Buzhan had a lewd smile and jumped up while jumping his eyebrows.

His speed was extremely fast, and the explosion of speed made many foreign disciples twitch.

"One more!"

"Good guy, why are people like this now?"

Everyone was still sighing that Ye Buzhan had already exceeded more than a thousand feet, and in a blink of an eye, he rushed to 1,700 feet.

At this moment, Zhang Yang's body fell rapidly and fell to a thousand feet in a blink of an eye. Everyone had some hope for Zhang Yang, but at this moment, with the speed of his fall, the pitiful hope was directly shattered.

After the destruction, endless anger arose.

"This sensational clown must have used some secret technique to reach that high. Now he can't hold on!"

"It's so obscene, use this method!"

Everyone gritted their teeth and cursed indignantly. As the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. At first, they thought that this man named Wuming was a genius, but on the first day they surpassed many disciples of the inner sect, and they thought they could finally vent their anger for them.

But after a few days, Zhang Yang's motionless performance had shaken them, but at least he still had hope, but today he fell sharply, which was equivalent to shattering their beliefs.
Chapter completed!