Chapter 188: Chance

In the area where the blood forest was originally located, traces of sword aura appeared.
Every sword qi was like a strand of hair, and it was obviously broken and leftover parts.
However, the amount is too much.
After it was fully revealed, it was actually densely infecting the void of this area into blood.
Even the weakest ray of sword aura whistling with terrifying sharpness.
Now these blood-colored sword auras are flying and surging, and then as if they have found a catharsis, Wanliu rushes to the west as if they have returned.
There, standing a whole body of snow-white, no variegated, looks extraordinary...white crane!
The white crane's wings stretched out, and the neck screamed, like a peerless divine sword out of its sheath, the sharp edge caused ripples in the surrounding space.
Its feathers are erected and its roots are like swords.
This white crane is actually performing supreme kendo.
This kendo was mysterious and unpredictable, and unexpectedly pulled the fragmented sword energy that should have completely disappeared from the void again, and then if the sword energy flowed toward the white crane.
"This, this is!" Hua Youling looked horrified.
You know, it took a while to integrate the sword aura into her killing swordsmanship.
On the other hand, the white crane pulled out forcibly, and then all the sword aura gathered in the surroundings and rolled, and then merged into the erected feathers in pieces, causing the feathers to glow with sword patterns.
This is simply annexation.
Undoubtedly, as far as kendo is concerned, Baihe has reached an astonishing level.
Even Zhang Yang couldn't help but look at Baihe with admiration.
powerful! Amazing!
There was light in the white crane's eyes, bright and bright, and looking closely, there seemed to be countless sword qi boiling in the depths of the pupils, also purifying.
Purify your sword energy with your own kendo, completely transform it into your own kendo, and also temper your own body.
This amount of sword energy only lasted for a while, and Baihe completely absorbed it.
"His~~"
The white crane cried his neck, and the void rippled. If a peerless sword came out of its sheath, he would be stronger.
After completing these, Baihe glanced at Zhang Yang and fluttered away.
Hua Youling whispered: "What a powerful kendo, I'm afraid it is not inferior to Ye Kuanglan."
So far, among the same generation, the only people who can make Zhang Yang look different are the Seven Princes and Ye Kuanglan, and now they have to add a white crane.
"Darifeng Market is indeed a turning point in fate." Zhang Yang sighed.
Too many people will undergo a huge transformation due to Da Rifeng Market, and some will be buried here.
It all depends on personal fate.
They move on.
After more than fifty miles, a ray of flute sound attracted them.
The sound of the flute is ethereal, distant, ethereal, and it sounds peaceful inside, and the soul seems to have been baptized, fluttering and ecstatic.
Very wonderful.
The two changed their routes and followed the direction of the flute.
Soon, I saw an emerald green flute suspended above a shimmering rock.
No one is playing, the flute is playing on its own.
"Holy flute!"
Zhang Yang is already very familiar with the sacred artifacts, at a glance he can recognize this as the sacred flute, and it is suspected to have the kind of the sacred path.
The sacred flute was played, the sound was misty, the flowers and plants around the rocks grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the flowers and bones were also in full bloom, but then withered.
The sound of the flute makes the flowers bloom and wither, as if they are performing some kind of mysticism.
"A lot of people are here." Hua Youling whispered.
Zhang Yang had already noticed it and ignored it.
The holy flute’s inheritance of the holy path can be preserved to this day. The only explanation is that there is a nearby guardian of the holy path, similar to the road of the death saint and the seven-color treasure soil, otherwise it can be left behind.
However, he was curious as to why the holy flute suddenly sounded on its own.
At a certain moment, the sound of the sacred flute suddenly became low and desolate, as if it came from a distant ancient era, and the sacred flute also rotated gently, sprinkling the emerald brilliance, and condensed into the emerald avenues, extending Coming out of the 17 passages, they reached 17 people in 17 directions.
Zhang Yang and Hua Youling each have one in front of them.
"This is selecting inheritors!"
"A few years ago, someone discovered that the holy flute is still not close, and this year he actually took the initiative to choose the inheritor."
"Follow him, let's try it too, maybe we will get the blessing of God and the inheritance of the holy way."
Many people are excited and looking forward to embarking on the emerald green channel.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
There was a crisp cracking sound.
Almost everyone who stepped on it, the foot fell, and the emerald green channel shattered, without exception.
This was undoubtedly vetoed by Shengdi, and was not recognized.
Flower ghost stepped on it too, the same broken.
She was a little annoyed, but she was still calm. She didn't think that the inheritance of the Holy Path was so easy to get.
Zhang Yang also tried.
"Fuck!"
No accident, but also broken.
In response, he shrugged with a smile. This elegant holy way is really not suitable for him. Even if it is given to him, it will be given to the people in the wild forest like the inheritance of the sage.
Now, he understands the principle of being willing and rewarding through comprehension of the roaring heavens under the tyrant, and he has a calm mind.
Not all the holy ways are obtained by one person.
There is always something unavailable.
There is always one person who is most suitable.
For example, the only emerald green avenue that is not broken is a young man who looks eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in black, with sword eyebrows and stars, walking on it, step by step towards the holy flute.
When the black-clothed man approached the holy flute within ten meters, the sound of the holy flute changed leisurely, and strands of holy energy floated from inside and fell on him.
His whole body was agitated, and his flesh and blood were glowing. This was a refinement.
Next move forward, three steps and one breakthrough, and the realm continues to improve.
By the time he walked to the holy flute, he had already broken through three times and reached the fifth level of the ascending heaven realm.
He reached out and grabbed the holy flute.
The holy light surged in the flute, covering the whole body.
In just a moment, the black-clothed man in the holy light let out a long smile.
"Today, we will inherit the holy way and lay down the holy way. I shall be holy in the future!"
The black-clothed man rose into the sky holding the holy flute and fleeed away.
Some people are unwilling to chase after a group of people.
Zhang Yang and Hua Ghost continued on their way.
Halfway through, the universe of Flower Ghost continued to ring.
"That's it." Hua Youling muttered to herself.
Zhang Yang looked inquiringly.
Hua Youling explained: "Master, recently there are many holy treasures in Darifeng Ruins, and the inheritance of the holy path has been obtained by people. According to the joint efforts of Daxia Empire and Guishentai, it should be the owner who crossed the robbery and brought Darifeng Ruins. The destruction here is no longer as pure as it used to be, so many opportunities that were once only seen but not touched, should continue to be spent on time, are born."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yang couldn't help but look up at the sky.
The sky, black dots and black lines are the residue of the black thunder tribulation.
It's not pure.
This also means that Darifeng Market will give more opportunities to change destiny.
Such as Baihe.
Such as the talented young man in black.
For example, they are about to arrive at the great opportunity of Qingshan that the Asura ghosts are unable to crack together.
As they marched, Hua Youling constantly received various news, and constantly shot out various lights to search for news.
In the end, she easily dug out the identity of the young man in black.
"He actually came from Jinding Holy Land!"
"Mo Dingtian, one of the seven small tripods secretly cultivated in Jinding Holy Land!"
"The seven small tripods turned out to be the seven peerless geniuses in the golden tripod holy ground who have been placed in the immortal golden tripod to bathe in the fairy light since they were born."
When Hua Ghost revealed its identity layer by layer, even Zhang Yang couldn't help but sigh that the Jinding Holy Land's more than ten thousand years of heritage is indeed not covered.
This is why they are powerful.
There are endless waves of talents.
They still keep moving forward.
Regarding Mo Dingtian, he never paid attention to it.
Now is the time to get the chance, and in some time, everyone's own chances will be refined and cleared, and it will be another battle.
When they came to the green hill, they couldn't help but stop.
Qingshan is bleeding.
Still holy blood!