Chapter 3: The Secrets of Pingdu Mountain

Frightened!

Terror!

Countless negative emotions appeared in Zhang Yang's heart, and even this time he didn't even take a break, so he hurriedly ran wildly.

Once!

Twice!

Three times!

.......

For more than three hours, at first, Zhang Yang could still remember the scenery in front of him, but when he got to the back, he completely forgot everything, and only felt that everything he saw was so familiar and so weird, as long as he saw the road, he ran desperately.

Until..... I don't have any more physical strength and I fall to the ground!

And the place where it appeared turned out to be back to square one!

Sweat raining down!

Zhang Yang finally opened his phone again and looked at the time on it, 2.28 points.

He had been running wildly on the mountainside of the Ascension Dragon for nearly four hours.

Feeling the soreness and weakness of his limbs, the throat that smoked and just wanted to drink water, it was strange that Zhang Yang no longer had any fear when he was lying on the ground.

Just like a person who has no hope at all, since there is no hope, since he is doomed to death, how can he talk about fear?

So at this time, Zhang Yang only thought about one thing, that is, to lie comfortably on the grass, enjoy the cool breeze at night, and breathe in the moist air on the mountain.

As for the prompt sound of the WeChat group's 'twitter', get out of the way!

Lives are almost gone, who cares about those things?

In this way, Zhang Yang lay on the ground and slowly recovered his strength, and his thoughts calmed down from the chaos.

However, before Zhang Yang's physical strength could fully recover, suddenly two floating figures in the distance, one black and one white, 'floated' in the direction of Zhang Yang.

It is said to be floating, but in fact, it should be running to be precise, because the speed is extremely fast beyond the category of 'running', so it looks like the two figures are like ancient martial arts masters flying on blades of grass.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

Could it be the legendary black and white impermanence?

The word flashed through his mind, and his body began to tremble.

Yes, he was afraid!

Countless legends have proved the meaning that the appearance of black and white impermanence means death.

There is no one else around, so who is about to die?

Myself?

But Rao is like this, Zhang Yang still chose to struggle in the face of death.

Of course, this so-called struggle is not to get up and fight against it, on the contrary, he chooses to turn off his phone and hide.

Yes, Zhang Yang never felt like a character.

In terms of family background, he is not a rich second generation, nor a second generation, his parents have done a little business and bought a commercial and residential building of more than 100 square meters, which is not rich, nor rich.

The appearance is also ordinary, at most it is not ugly, but it is definitely not related to the word male god.

In addition, the academic performance is completely in the mean, and neither rising nor hanging the tail is completely the norm for passers-by.

This situation can be described in four words, ordinary, and if you put it in Internet terms, people like him are called Aquarius (horizontal) men. Everything is like plain water, there is no taste in one sip, and there is still no taste in another fucking sip.

But as a small person, Zhang Yang did not have particularly lofty ideals, did not think about building satellites or thinking about studying the atomic bomb, but he knew that he was the only one in his family.

If you lose yourself, I'm afraid your parents won't have any hope of living!

Slowly curling his body, and then trying not to make a sound, Zhang Yang hid in the nearby grass.

The top of the dragon is a tomb mountain, and the grass is scattered around, and if you don't make a sound, you won't really attract attention.

However, thinking that the other party was not human but black and white, Zhang Yang could only soothe his breath when the two figures had not yet arrived, and then hold his breath, hoping to escape with his life.

When Zhang Yang prepared everything, the two figures, one black and one white, still floated over, and their toes were lightly docked on the tip of a reed.

Look at the figure, these two people are women, the black shadow said that it is black but the color of farsightedness, recently through the moonlight to find that it is purple, and the woman in white together occupy two tips, the breeze is fluttering, the long sleeves are long, the breeze is elegant, and the ancient costume is very elegant, just like the fairy depicted in the poem.

Although he couldn't see the faces of the two girls clearly, Zhang Yang couldn't help but widen his eyes, both his temperament and figure were far from being comparable to Banhua Shen Qiuyun, and even if the two had never spoken, he felt that the voices of the two girls should only be the faces of the sky, crisp, bright and gentle.

"Senior sister, this should be Pingdu Mountain, right? I think I came to visit Yin Zhenjun with my master in the early years, but I don't want to be out of Damian Mountain for hundreds of years after the Battle of the Broken Dragon, and I don't even know the road!" The two froze their figures, and the woman in white palace clothes sighed, as if she had fallen into a memory.

However, her careless words made Zhang Yang's heart beat wildly.

He didn't expect that there was actually a name called Pingdu Mountain at the top of the ascending dragon, and what he didn't expect was that the woman in white actually said that she had followed her master to visit a person named Yin Zhenjun here, and what he didn't expect was that whether it was looking at her figure or listening to her voice, this woman was only in her early twenties, and she had spent hundreds of years!

Old youkai?

Old goblin?

The amount of information is so large that it is even more shocking than when Zhang Yang first thought it was black and white impermanence!

Before she could digest the words of the woman in white, the woman in purple had already spoken: "This is naturally Pingdu Mountain. ”

As she spoke, she pointed to the place behind the mountain that was sunken like a dragon's neck and said, "That place must be the place where Liu Zhenren broke the dragon back then." At that time, the master said that Liu Zhenren cut off the 108 dragon veins in the world, in addition to helping the king return to the throne, in fact, it was mainly to cut off the connection between the underworld and the world. However, ......" The woman in purple said to her mouth, but she did not continue, but continued: "Since there is the Broken Dragon Land behind, this mountain is naturally Pingdu Mountain, when the Broken Dragon fought Pingdu Mountain was located in it and was also responsible for guarding the underworld, I don't know if Zhenjun was seriously injured and sleeping here to recuperate or if he has already fallen into the gods!"

"Yin Zhenjun will fall into the gods?" The woman in white was taken aback, as if she couldn't believe it.

"Hehe, do you think that the True Monarch will not fall into the gods?" The purple-clothed woman said in a teaching tone: "When the Chinese New Year's Eve is thirty-six days, seventy-two places, a total of one hundred and eight caves of True Monarch cultivators, there are no less than three hundred, and the remaining immortal families and gods will not know how many mortals, even our Damian Mountain has as many as eighteen true immortals. However, after the battle of the Broken Dragon, my Damian Mountain Master was seriously injured and couldn't come out, and even the sisters who were brought out were almost all damaged, and only the senior sister came back. But even so, Senior Sister also fell from the True Immortal Realm to the Earth Immortal Realm!"

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