Chapter 428 Harvest Day
"I don't have a problem anymore."
Zhao Yushu sighed, Zhou Ruoxian was dead, the Zhou sisters were also dead, and no one knew anything more about this monster. The only clue was the leader, but how could the leader explain it to him?
"I do not have either."
Yang He's face looked gloomy. The leader and Fairy Yunmeng were old acquaintances, which was not a big deal. But the Zhou sisters were spies from the underworld, so what was their relationship with the leader?
If they knew the leader before, could they have kept it a secret until their death?
"You have done many evil things in your life. Theoretically, you deserve to be cut into pieces. However, I promised to give you a quick death and I will never break my promise. Do you have any unfinished wishes? If it is not something bad or difficult, I can do it for you if I can do it in the future."
The big demon looked at the two young humans who were obviously far inferior to him in realm, but relied on the power of their magic weapons to force him into a desperate situation, and suddenly he wanted to laugh.
I have been cautious all my life, always avoiding any sign of danger and always adhering to the creed of not being greedy or reckless, but I didn't expect that I would end up capsizing in the ditch.
"As for my last wish, I want to see the other sword. I don't know why, but I always feel that I should be killed by that sword instead of this one."
Minghong!
Zhao Yushu's mind moved, and at the same time as Madam Xu disappeared, Minghong appeared in his hand, and the ancient sword was aimed at the big monster.
"Why this one?"
"I told you you won't change your sword, right?"
Zhao Yushu thought for a moment and said, "If this one doesn't kill you, I'll change it."
"Because I feel that if you are killed by it, you may not really die."
As soon as he finished speaking, the big monster suddenly tilted its head, and its dragon head hit the tip of Minghong's sword hard.
It might be a little difficult for a cultivator who has reached the Great Perfection in the outer scene to run away, but if he wants to die, a mere cultivator of the Sixth Heaven will definitely not be able to stop him.
Minghong trembled slightly, and a stream of blue-white light poured in from the tip of the sword.
For the first time, Zhao Yushu was not happy that Minghong absorbed spiritual power again.
Even a little scared.
What do you mean, he may not be really dead?
Yang He stared at the scene in front of him in amazement and blinked: "Where is that thing?"
"It should be in here."
Zhao Yushu swallowed his saliva, closed his eyes and carefully felt his sea of consciousness. A drop of blue-white liquid dripped from Minghong's sword, and a white mist slowly rose from the sea of consciousness below.
Zhao Yushu opened his eyes, and as soon as he thought about it, a large area of fog suddenly covered the area around the boat.
Yang He was horrified: "That monster has a companion!?"
"not me."
Zhao Yushu stood up and said, "Try using your spiritual sense."
Yang He shook his head: "I tried it just now, but it can't reach more than three meters. But what's the use? A perfect external scene brings you such a useless skill. All I need to do is blow it with the wind..."
Yang He suddenly shut up. The wind was still blowing and the boat was still moving forward. The wind was blowing from behind, but the thick fog did not change at all.
"what happened?"
"I don't know. It seems that this fog is not real fog. It is just a technique to block vision and consciousness. My sword can always extract the essence."
Although it does not have the corrosive power, the mist that can obscure spiritual consciousness is comparable to a magic weapon for an assassin who is good at concealment.
Yang He didn’t understand, but that didn’t stop him from throwing out a ball of fire, and the fog quickly disappeared.
"Oh, it's still foggy, but it's not afraid of the wind."
It's enough not to be afraid of the wind.
Zhao Yushu did not say this.
"It's not a wasted trip."
Yang He turned around and continued to steer the boat, and then a snow-white bead appeared in front of him.
"What is this... Dragon Ball?"
"Longzhu, the technique belongs to me and the dragon ball belongs to you, so it's not a wasted trip."
"I do not want."
Yang He turned his head and refused with difficulty and firmness.
"Come on you."
Zhao Yushu snatched the copper ball and stuffed the dragon ball into Yang He's hand: "Stop hesitating. If Sanniang knew you were so stupid, she would never care about you in her life."
"Humph."
Yang He snorted coldly: "My spiritual energy is all used up. I don't know how long it will take to replenish it."
As he spoke, he carefully put the dragon ball into his arms.
Then a rustling sound was heard. Yang He's eyebrows jumped. He wanted to curse, "What are you doing?", and then his mouth opened wide enough to fit a dragon ball.
"This guy was sucked into my sword. I don't know if he can still sense the outside world. If he can, he must be mad with grief now."
Zhao Yushu laid out more than ten treasures one by one: "I finally understand why so many people like to steal and rob. It's really fun."
Yang He was not poor, he could even be considered rich.
As a representative of the new generation of the Red Lotus Sect, he does not even have a decent competitor in the Red Lotus Sect. He is almost recognized as the leader of the next generation, and the allocation of resources is inevitable.
He himself has two or three treasures in his hands.
But he still had never seen so many Xuan levels piled together. The Red Lotus Sect was not like Li Tang, where the superior had his own royal treasury. The Red Lotus had limited resources, so any good things were quickly distributed and used, so there was no chance to hoard them.
"Don't act like an inexperienced person. Pick four first, um, five, let's give one to Sanniang, and the remaining six are for Lan Ling and me."
Zhao Yushu looked down upon Yang He's cowardly look.
"I, I have to hand it over to the leader."
Zhao Yushu was immediately furious: "Yes, hand it over to the leader, and then tell the leader about our itinerary today, let the leader know that we already know all about his past, and then the leader will be merciful and send me, an outsider who knows a little secret of his, out of the country and pretend that nothing happened. Do you believe it?"
Yang He was silent.
"Comrade Xiao Yang, although you are not from my party, you are wrong, although you are not from our academy, I have nothing to say to you, I will give you the earth-level treasures as soon as I say so, and I will share half of the good things with you. When it comes to your feelings, I will not learn from others to say that I want everything that Long Aotian says. You don't need to care about who Long Aotian is. In a word, am I qualified to be your friend?"
"You didn't say you were the man in black robe."
The sun was shining, the water was sparkling, and the wind was a little noisy.
Zhao Yushu opened his mouth and said, "Well, only Lan Ling knows about this matter. You understand, right?"
"don't know."
"It's okay. You will understand when you grow up. I just want to ask you one question. If, if your leader is really related to the underworld, what would you do?"
Yang He was silent for a moment: "Now if it is meaningless, I don't understand what benefit the leader has in doing this. Even the underworld, what is their ultimate goal, I don't know either."
"I have an idea."
Zhao Yushu sat at the bow: "It may not be mature enough, and there is no evidence, but the feeling is very strong."
"what idea?"
"The moment your leader's mask is removed, everything will be revealed."
Yang He's whole body shook, the boat turned and went upstream, and the tall building of Yuezhou appeared in sight.
"You said that day that no matter what the outcome today is, you will leave Yuezhou."
Zhao Yushu lowered his head and sighed, "I may have to break my promise."
"I know."
Yang He looked at the Yuezhou City getting closer and closer: "But with your ability, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to survive in Yuezhou."
Zhao Yushu looked up in surprise, wondering why there was a sudden personal attack.
Yang He smiled proudly: "I, Yang He, never owe anyone anything. You were just using superficial glimpses that day."