Traveling across the globe for the first time

Chapter 988 Message
Number Two glanced at the two divine spears in Fang Ping's hands and asked curiously, "I'm not surprised that you were able to borrow the divine weapons of these three!
Given the relationship between the four of you, being such good friends, what's the big deal about borrowing a divine weapon?
I wouldn't be surprised if you brought the three of them here.

I'm curious, when did you ask those three idiots to borrow the artifact?

"I remember that you were always fighting with the God-Slaying Sword in the Fake Heaven Tomb, and it seems that you didn't bring these two divine weapons with you?
As soon as you emerged from the Fake Heavenly Tomb, you were stopped by the Inspector General, and then the treacherous Emperor descended...

With so many people watching, you have no chance to separate from the crowd and act alone.

How did they deliver the artifact? Why didn't so many powerful people find it? "

Fang Ping attacked the Qi and Blood Gate frantically.

A head emerged from behind the neck. It looked like a fused beginner warrior, but its appearance was 70% similar to Fang Ping, and its voice was also Fang Ping's.

He looked at number two with disdain and said, "What's so difficult about this?
Since Cangmao can lend me the broken artifact, he can naturally bring the complete artifact over.

Lao Wang and the others are in the cave, ready to join forces with me if necessary.

I called Cang Mao in advance and asked him to go to the hiding place of several people before returning to Earth and borrow the artifact."

Only then did No. 2 remember the specialness of the Cang Mao. As long as you think of it in your heart, it can be sensed.

Moreover, Fang Ping had been to the cat world and left his aura behind, so they could contact each other at any time.

The key is that Cangmao can travel in the Dao Universe, so it is really easy to send a few artifacts over.

Number Two saw Fang Ping had grown another head and dared to look down on him, so he immediately mocked him, "You should have three heads and six arms by now, but you're missing a head and two arms. This looks a bit awkward!"

Fang Ping showed a disdainful expression and said, "I only have two complete artifacts in my hands right now. Isn't it a waste of energy to create so many arms?

Besides, no one's watching here, so why bother with all that fancy stuff?"

Number Two angrily said, "How come no one saw this? I'm not a human being."

"Who are you, a clone? Even if you saw me, what would happen? My senior brother doesn't gossip about these things."

They are bad friends and it is normal for them to quarrel with each other.

Number Two gnashed his teeth and said, “I’m just a clone, not a human, right?
I'm telling you right now, I've been keeping the video function on! I've recorded everything I just said, and I'll let my real self settle the score with you later."

"Damn it! How dare you take secret photos!"

"I must remind Senior Brother Zhang that the clone should stay in the Origin Space and not run around."

Fang Ping asked curiously, "Since it's just the two of us here, why are you using the photo-taking function?
You don't have any idea about me! I'm telling you, I'm not interested in men, not to mention you're just a clone!"

Fang Ping emphasized the word "clone" particularly strongly.

Number Two glared at Fang Ping fiercely. "What's wrong with me being a clone? Do you need to emphasize it again and again?"

Then he said with a smug look on his face: "Don't look down on the clones, you want a clone with a personality like mine, but you don't have one yet.

Let me tell you, my original body has already said that after the Three Realms War is over, I will create a physical body for me and sever the cause and effect between us.

From now on, I will exist as an independent individual, but I just don’t want to leave.”

Fang Ping was shocked and asked, "Are you freaking sick? Senior Brother Zhang has given you freedom, and you still don't want to leave?"

In fact, Fang Ping understood Zhang Haoran's thoughts a little. The second clone had an independent personality and was very lively. It was annoying to have such a clone around, but he couldn't bear to destroy it.

It would be better to drive him away in the name of giving him freedom.

Anyway, it doesn’t take much resources to create a physical body. Just get some immortal matter and life essence to create a good physical body.

At the same time, Fang Ping also understood the other party's purpose. He wanted to get some real blood to strengthen his body.

Number Two said as if it was a matter of course: "What's so good about freedom?
I can't leave the Three Realms, so I still have to obey your orders.

Now that I am the clone of the original body, people have to give me some face wherever I go.

Even if you are stronger than me, you dare not do anything to me.

Once you become an independent individual, you will have to worry about everything by yourself.

Let’s talk about now!
If I weren't a clone, I would have to fight with you.

With my current strength as a saint, I might be killed by those old antiques at any time.

This is also the reason why the main body said that I will be free only after the Three Realms War is over.

No matter where you are or what your status is, you must have strength!"

Fang Ping was speechless after hearing this. He couldn't even refute it. Come to think of it, if Number Two wasn't an avatar, he, a Saint, would definitely participate in the battle. But in the current situation, a Saint would be nothing more than cannon fodder, perhaps not even qualified to be cannon fodder. At least he wouldn't be qualified to participate in this war.

"You have a point!

But you haven't told me why you used the photo talisman to take a picture of me."

Number Two curled his lips in disdain and said, "I'm doing this for your own good.

Just now, I saw you turn into a giant and you looked very handsome, with a very violent and macho temperament.

I originally planned to record this scene and send it to Chen Yunxi.

I wish I could become an uncle soon.

I didn't expect that you would be so ungrateful and hurt my heart again and again.

Now you have lost the look on your face when you beat up Zhenmen before!

You're left with two ugly heads. I'll show you like this to Chen Yunxi and see if she still dares to let you sleep with her."

When Fang Ping heard what the other party was thinking, he felt a little ashamed. He was indeed a bad friend, still thinking about him at the critical moment.

He said a little embarrassedly: "If you want to be an uncle, you have to wait a few more years. I don't want my children to be born in this chaotic era.

The warriors of this era are the cutest, but also the saddest."

They are cute because the new warriors are able to keep the enemy out so that ordinary people can live a stable life without being disturbed.

They were willing to risk their lives to charge into the cave at the cost of several times the price.

Moreover, after so many years of fighting with the Catacombs, no matter how fierce the battle was, there has never been a single deserter on the battlefield!

This is an incredible thing!
It is impossible to say that everyone is not afraid of death.

This is also thanks to Zhang Tao. He constantly cleansed the filth of the world, drove those cowardly trash into the cult, and purified the ranks of warriors.

Fight to the death and never retreat!

In the past, this was merely an adjective, and very few armies could truly achieve it. Even the most renowned armies in history could not fight to the last man, but in the New Martial Era, this was commonplace.

Once a new warrior finds himself in an absolute disadvantage, he will not choose to escape and give the opponent a chance to chase and kill him, but will choose to self-destruct and drag more enemies with him.

Now Fang Ping is the leader of the new generation. With just one word from him, countless new warriors will be willing to die.

This era is sad because even if the new warriors can be united and sacrifice their lives, they still cannot change the situation where the world may be destroyed at any time.

Now Fang Ping understood why Zhang Haoran only gave Number Two freedom after the Three Realms War was over. The human world was still very fragile and could be easily destroyed by any emperor.

Unless all those old silver coins in the Ninth Heaven are killed, humans will never be able to live a good life.

Thinking of Chen Yunxi, Fang Ping thought of the teachers and students of Magic and Martial Arts, Fang Yuan, his parents, and many familiar people.

In order to allow them to live in peace, I have to continue to become stronger and kill those old silver coins in the Ninth Heaven!
Fang Ping's eyes revealed a gleam of determination, and his attacks became more and more sharp.

Because he was too excited and his control was reduced after the fusion, his shot went astray!

Next to the small hole, there was a bullet mark.

Fang Ping looked at the bullet mark with a dazed look in his eyes.

He thought of a question. The Sanjiao Gate manifested by the warriors was the projection of the real gate. If he left his name on the Qi and Blood Gate, wouldn't everyone be able to see his message as soon as they manifested the Sanjiao Gate?

That's really cool!
As long as the true sect is not destroyed, his name will be passed down through the ages, which is more impressive than any show-off.

Thinking of this, Fang Ping suddenly became excited. "Hmm! What should I engrave? Just engraving a name doesn't seem impressive enough!"

Fang Ping suddenly remembered the movie "Havoc in Heaven!" that he had watched in his previous life.

Hehe! I brought some people to beat up the Human Emperor and even destroyed the Qi and Blood Gate, which can be considered a big disturbance in the Heavenly Palace.

Then stay: "Human Fang Ping, I've been here!"

From now on, as long as a warrior manifests the Sanjiao Gate, he will be able to see these words.

It's really cool!
I am afraid that after tens of thousands of years, my Fang Ping's name will still be circulated in the Three Realms.

The more Fang Ping thought about it, the more excited he became. He couldn't wait to conjure up a head and two arms, took out the God-Slaying Sword, and carefully carved words on the Qi and Blood Gate.

You can't be careless! The God-Slaying Sword is a broken artifact, and it will easily be damaged if too much blood is input.

But it’s okay to just leave some knife marks on the gate of qi and blood and carve a few words.

Fang Ping had just begun carving the words when he heard Number Two complain, "Fang Ping! Didn't you see how big a crater I blasted with my sword energy? Why did you change your attack position?"
If you continue to attack there, at least I can contribute my part."

Fang Ping was busy working, ignoring Number Two, thinking to himself, "Didn't you even look at where that hole you dug earlier is?
That's almost reaching the bottom of the Qi and Blood Gate.

If I want to attack that position, I have to bend down, which is so embarrassing!
Anyway, it's only equivalent to a strike from a powerful 8th level warrior, so it's a waste."

Fang Ping now possesses the strength to break the ninth level. Every thrust he makes can rival several previous sword strikes, so he naturally won't lower his status.

Seeing Fang Ping ignoring him, Number Two immediately shouted angrily, "You look down on me, don't you?

Open your legs!

I'll do it myself, and see who of us can break through the real door first."

Fang Ping rolled his eyes in anger and couldn't help but yell, "Damn it! Can't you be more careful with your words?
What does it mean to spread your legs?

What you said is very ambiguous!

You should have said, get out of my way."

Number Two said with disdain: “Bitch is just hypocritical!
Okay, get out of the way and don't block my attack path."

Fang Ping slightly turned sideways, giving up the attacking position.

In his opinion, the attack power of the sword energy was just so-so, only able to break through the eighth level.

Moreover, it takes several seconds to fire a shot. Even if he can really break through the gate of qi and blood, he can't surpass himself in speed.

However, the other party is free anyway, and since he wants to try it, then let him do as he pleases, as long as he doesn't cause any trouble for me.

Number Two has an eccentric personality and his train of thought is not quite normal. He always has some strange ideas in his mind, which can be verified here.

With a wave of his hand, he summoned more than a dozen sword energies and arranged them in a line behind him.

Then he directed a sword energy to come in front of him. With a thought, the huge sword energy burned, and all the energy gathered to the tip of the sword, turning into a dazzling ball of light.

This time, the ball of light did not hit directly.

He looked at Fang Ping with disdain and said, "Fighting isn't about blindly charging forward. That's just mindless recklessness. Sometimes victory requires brains."

The ball of light in front of him began to compress continuously, emitting a silver light and an extremely dangerous aura.

The ball of light continued to compress, its aura becoming increasingly terrifying, and it actually gave Fang Ping a faint sense of crisis. He quickly warned, "Hey, hey, hey, you better be careful!
If you compress it too hard, it will explode!
Are you planning to blow yourself up and let Senior Brother Zhang come and cause trouble for me? This is too despicable. Do we have such a big grudge against each other?

He knew Fang Ping was teasing him but he didn't say anything. Sometimes, slapping someone in the face with facts is the most cruel thing.

He compressed the ball of light to a diameter of only ten meters and did not dare to compress it any further. He could still control the energy at this concentration, but if he continued to compress it, it might really explode.

Number Two sensed it briefly and murmured, "Compression to this degree is almost enough, but the quantity is too small to realize my vision."

He waved his hand, and immediately a giant sword flew over, began to burn, and injected all its energy into the ball of light in front.

The ball of light expanded rapidly, and the light it emitted became more and more dazzling, giving people a more dangerous feeling.

Fang Ping's expression was now quite serious, and he even slowed down his attack. He was just about to warn the other party not to act rashly...

Then I heard Number Two shout, "Look at my airstrike weapon, the plasma beam!"

Whoosh!
The ball of light suddenly shrank, shooting out a silver ray of light, which instantly hit the small pit before.

Zizizi!
A dark red smoke rose up, carrying a burnt smell.

The silver light actually melted a small hole in the gate of qi and blood, and it was still going deeper.

Because the energy was released too quickly, the ball of light in front of him was shrinking rapidly. However, No. 2 already had a complete plan. He waved his hand calmly, and immediately two sword energies burned, injecting energy into the ball of light.

He began to adjust his energy output. It couldn't be too fast, otherwise the subsequent energy wouldn't be replenished. It couldn't be too slow, otherwise his drilling speed would be inferior to Fang Ping's.

Since the area of ​​this attack was not large, the light was only as thick as an arm and the power was very concentrated, so the speed of drilling the hole was quite fast.

(End of this chapter)