Pure Yang!

Chapter 348: The Ultimate Link between Heaven and Earth! The Heavenly Master Dies
Everything in the world is blown away by the west wind, only the Cangjiang River flows day and night.

The surging waters of Zhuhu Lake have witnessed the greatness and legend of this lineage, and have also wailed for the end and extinction of this lineage.

That night, red blood dyed Chaohu Lake and white bones were buried in the mountains.

More than 30 years have passed. Who still remembers the glory of that lineage?

The remaining survivors are nothing more than ghosts walking in the cracks of the human world. When they see old friends again, their hair has turned gray and the years have long taken away their best years. Only the blood and hatred, killing and destruction of this lineage remains in their old bodies.

Zhang Tianyang, when this name came out of the mouth of Northern Zhang Tianshi, it echoed above the long and abandoned old street. The world was dead silent, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Yuan Tiandu raised his eyebrows and Qiu Shangqing looked unhappy.

The two great Heavenly Masters, one from Baihe Temple and the other from Chunyang Qiu Family, both participated in the massacre more than 30 years ago, so they naturally knew what this name meant.

"Zhang Qiuba, you are old too. The Heavenly Master Realm is already the pinnacle. How far can you go? How long can you live? Why do you want to kill me?"

Zhang Tianyang murmured softly, his steps were slow, his body gradually paused, like an old man in his twilight years, guarding this old land that had long since turned into ruins.

"Zhang Tianyang, you are really lucky. You didn't die in that disaster?" Zhang Jingshen's voice was heavy with a complicated look in his eyes.

Although the Longhu Zhang family is divided into the north and the south, they have lived in harmony for a period of time, respecting the south and looking up to the north. The second-generation disciples have many contacts and exchanges with each other. Many of them know their backgrounds and have friendships with them.

Like Zhang Tiansheng and Zhang Tianyang, they are the second generation disciples of the Southern Zhang lineage.

Zhang Jingshen is the second generation disciple of the Bei Zhang lineage.

When they were young, they used to get together, drink, discuss Taoism, and practice diligently.

That was the last peace of the Longhu Zhang family.

"The way of heaven is to take from the excess and make up for the deficiency. Heaven favors the weak and dislikes the strong. Among my brothers, I am the least ambitious, so I survived." Zhang Tianyang whispered.

"Yes..." Zhang Jingshen was silent for a moment, then raised his eyelids slightly and said meaningfully.

"Among the three of you brothers, Zhang Tianqi is the most powerful, Zhang Tiansheng is the most intelligent, and you are the most low-key..."

"Only by keeping a low profile can one live longer. A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. I think they should also know this truth... But the banner of Nan Zhang will eventually need someone to carry it. If someone walks in the sun, someone else will have to live in the shadow."

"So, you have been hiding in the shadows like a rat, lingering on until today?" Zhang Jingshen sneered.

"Yes, I am old now. If I stay here, I can only survive for a while."

There was no emotion on Zhang Tianyang's old face. He murmured softly, as if he was confiding in the years and expressing his feelings to the world.

"All the people in Nan Zhang are dead. What's the point of you living? To seek revenge?" Zhang Jingshen shook his head coldly.

"Once anger arises, a million barriers open... With just this one thought, you are in a desperate situation."

"Zhang Tianyang, you really are getting older and older."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone became indifferent, and there was no response at all in the deserted street.

Practitioners should avoid having false thoughts, agitated desires, and scattered thoughts, otherwise a great catastrophe is not far away.

Zhang Jingshen's implication was that Nanzhang had been destroyed, and if he still wanted to seek revenge, it would be a violation of a cultivator's taboo...

If you are not born into the Dragon and Tiger Gate, you will not be a member of the Zhang family after death.

"Yes, all the people in Nanzhang have died long ago. The world is so vast, and I am the only one left wandering alone..."

Zhang Tianyang murmured softly, and his figure became more and more lonely.

He is the echo of that era and the last gravekeeper of Nan Zhang. He has witnessed the glory of this lineage and also experienced its demise.

He is a true disciple of Nan Zhang, the last pure blood descendant. In this vast world, no one can understand his loneliness anymore.

"I'm old and dying soon. Can I keep a glimmer of hope?" Zhang Tianyang sighed.

He was like an old man, begging for the last moments from heaven and earth.

Zhang Jingshen looked cold and shook his head: "People from Nanzhang shouldn't be alive..."

"For the sake of our past friendship, I can give you the respect you deserve and leave your body intact."

Zhang Jingshen's voice was so loud and clear, like a law of heaven that could not be violated, and it echoed in the cold streets.

This was his last mercy and grace.

A series of cold gazes fell on Zhang Tianyang, ruthless and cold, as if watching this survivor of the Southern Zhang lineage leave.

Zhang Tianyang lowered his eyes, then he moved, taking a slow step forward. That step seemed to be separated by thirty years of time, and his figure looked a little older.

"Once anger arises, a million doors of obstacles open, and the corpses are buried on the spot when the doors open..."

Suddenly, Zhang Tianyang murmured softly, and he stretched out one hand, with flowing light flowing at his fingertips.

"Then let's all die!"

Rumble…

Suddenly, a terrifying and shocking breath rose into the sky, the clouds shook, the sky was horrified, the moon lost its color, and the stars lost their light.

The long and ancient old street was shaking, the houses on both sides were collapsing, and cracks were spreading along the ground to the surroundings.

Between heaven and earth, a strange aura rose up.

That is a hexagram.

"This is……"

"Upper Qian and Lower Kun!?"

With the help of the soul, he saw that the strange hexagram seemed to be engraved between heaven and earth, imprinted in the universe, and enveloped the entire old street.

"The connection between heaven and earth!" Zhang Tianyang murmured softly.

At this moment, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a smile, a cold and cruel, yet excited smile.

"Shen Gua!?" Zhang Jingshen's expression suddenly changed and he uttered a name.

"He said that one day, someone will die in these ruins, but it won't be someone from Nanzhang..."

“So, he left this hexagram behind.”

Zhang Tianyang said indifferently, and the "he" he referred to was naturally Zhang Tiansheng.

"I have been drawing this hexagram for thirty years..."

Having said this, Zhang Tianyang looked at the three great Heavenly Masters with an increasingly indifferent expression.

"In thirty years, no matter how many lives are lost, they must be filled."

Rumble…

As soon as he finished speaking, the two hexagrams between heaven and earth gradually merged, with Qian on top and Kun on the bottom, which was the [Fei] hexagram.

The Fu hexagram is a very unlucky hexagram, with no communication between heaven and earth, all things blocked, the four seasons blocked, the five elements out of flow, all things dead and empty.

"kill!"

Zhang Jingshen let out a loud roar and finally moved. However, he noticed something strange after taking just one step.

A master of the great realm of Heavenly Master, where heaven and man are one, and human heart is the same as heaven’s heart.

But at this moment, he seemed to be cut off from the connection between heaven and earth, and even his soul was imprisoned and trapped in the spirit platform, unable to move.

This feeling is more sinister and incredible than entering the dark night.

"you……"

Qiu Shangqing and Yuan Tiandu also noticed something was wrong. They looked solemn and no longer had the composure they had before.

Even as a Heavenly Master, he cannot keep his mind clear when faced with things beyond his knowledge.

"This hexagram is the most ominous one..."

Zhang Tianyang said indifferently.

In the myths and legends of China, the connection between heaven and earth is one of the most mysterious and important events. When the connection between heaven and earth is broken, the gods and humans are separated. Gods cannot descend to the earth, and humans cannot ascend to heaven. From then on, the gods and humans are separated forever, and the immortals and mortals are separated.

The Fu hexagram, with Qian on top and Kun on the bottom, shows that the sky rises and the earth sinks, which means the top and the bottom are cut off, corresponding to the image of [the earth is connected to the sky].

Rumble…

In the area where the old street is located, the heaven and earth seemed to be roaring, the universe seemed to be shaking, and in this wonderful space, everything seemed to have turned into particles, vibrating at an extremely terrifying frequency.

The frequency of this vibration can annihilate into dust any soul that approaches.

bang bang bang...

In an instant, numerous masters who were lurking in the void were killed, their bodies and souls disappeared, leaving only a body.

hum...

Zhang Fan's soul returned to his body and he didn't dare to peek at anything. All he could see was the sky above the old street, which was faintly foggy and stretched in all directions. Without using his soul to observe, he would never be able to see the true mystery of it.

"Great horror...great horror...the world has changed..." Lou Hechuan's eyes jumped and he was speechless in shock.

At this moment, the old street seemed to have become a place for spiritual practice. It was a thousand times more terrifying than the dark night.

"If the soul does not come out, it will be like the immortals in heaven despising the mortal world..."

Zhang Jingshen spoke coldly, and a ferocious look finally appeared on his originally calm face.

In this extremely ominous hexagram, they are like immortals who have been banished to the mortal world, becoming ordinary people and no longer having any magical powers.

"There is a difference between heaven and earth, immortals and mortals... As long as you are in this mortal world, you are nothing but mortals."

Zhang Tianyang said indifferently, there was no light in his eyes, as if in his eyes, these three great heavenly masters were no different from ants.

Rumble…

The ground of the old street completely cracked, and a pale light shot up into the sky, illuminating the dark sky.

At this moment, Zhang Jingshen, Qiu Shangqing, and Yuan Tian all seemed to feel the breath of death, and their bodies were shrouded in a white halo.

"Born and raised, you two brothers..."

Zhang Jingshen gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to pass through the vast white light and touch the afterimage that was right in front of him.

"Zhang Qiuba, when you set foot on the old land of Nan Zhang with blood on your hands, did you ever think that you would die at the hands of us two brothers today?"

"You have earned these extra thirty years of life in vain."

The corners of Zhang Tianyang's mouth slightly raised, and a smile appeared on his indifferent face, as if endless madness was hidden in the coldness.

"Total destruction!"

Rumble…

He has been painting the hexagrams for more than thirty years, but today they were frozen into the most beautiful picture. The vast white haze spread between heaven and earth, illuminating the dark night.

Yin and Yang don’t interact!

The ultimate killing blow from heaven and earth!

In the ancient town of Qingu, many ordinary people were startled and woke up from their sleep. They leaned out of the window and looked out at the dark night sky that was stained with white.

bang bang bang...

The dilapidated old street has turned into ruins, and everything in front of the scene is white. Zhang Jingshen's palm is still suspended in mid-air, but his figure, his flesh and blood... have all disappeared, leaving only white bones.

Qiu Shangqing and Yuan Tiandu were also completely destroyed.

The three great celestial masters died just like this, just like ordinary people, dying in the human world...

Died in the mortal world!
Died on the road to immortality!

"What kind of power is this!"

In the dim backstreet, Ge Shuangxiu sat on the side of the road, shirtless, with sweat rising from his body and dissipating as white mist.

Ge Changfeng, Qiu Wanmian, and Wang Qi had already fallen at his feet, less than ten meters away from him.

These people have lost all vitality and are not breathing at all.

However, Ge Shuangxiu didn't even look at it. He raised his head and looked at the vast expanse of white, feeling only boundless fear.

This kind of power can kill the Heavenly Master, it seems that it should not belong to the human world.

"The sky is falling!"

Lou Hechuan looked at the white light rising into the sky and the darkness it illuminated, and his heart instantly sank to the bottom.

He knew that something big had happened.

The death of the Heavenly Master is a serious matter. Strange phenomena will occur, the night will become as bright as day, and the sun, moon, and universe will turn upside down...

What he was worried about was not how to shut the public up. After all, there were precedents for this. Natural gas leaks, pipeline explosions, abnormal weather, etc. These reasons could be easily used, and he even had more than a dozen drafts prepared.

At this time, Lou Hechuan was worried about how to explain to his superiors and how to face the ensuing uproar.

After all, the Heavenly Master is dead!
At this moment, the shock in Zhang Fan's heart was also indescribable.

He had seen battles between heavenly masters before. The battle between Laoshan's headmaster Li Chengge and Jiang Palace's master Ming Shenshou that day still left a deep impression on him.

There was also an extremely fierce fight between the three great heavenly masters in order to compete for the spiritual fetus of heaven and earth.

Even with Zhang Fan's level of cultivation, he could only see the form of that kind of mystery but could not see its true nature.

Even so, no Heavenly Master died in the two great battles.

After all, they are beings who stand at the pinnacle of cultivation, and each of them is invincible...

Each of them is a life that transcends the scope of worldly understanding.

There may be differences between these kinds of existence, but as transcendent lives, they are all invincible and should be immortal.

This is the default truth for all practitioners.

But today, the three great heavenly masters died right before our eyes.

This kind of life and death goes beyond the life and death of ordinary people. How could Zhang Fan not be shocked?

He also didn't expect that this game within a game created to hunt down Chen Long would end like this.

The three great heavenly masters suffered a tragic defeat, Baihe Temple, Chunyang Qiu family, and the Beizhang lineage all became losers and suffered heavy losses.

After all, a Heavenly Master is a person of supreme combat power, comparable to a nuclear weapon. If he died like this, for a clan or family, it would not only mean a loss of strength, but also the fall of luck and destruction of foundation, and it could even affect the inheritance of incense and the lifeblood of the clan.

Just like the Qiu family, there were only two heavenly masters in total. When Qiu Shangqing died, the strength of the Qiu family was reduced by half.

call……

Above the old street, the white halo slowly dissipated, dust flew, and everything seemed to have returned to calm.

Zhang Tianyang looked up and saw a gust of night wind blowing by, blowing away the three white bones standing in the night and turning them into scattered dust.

"When you get old, you will naturally die."

Zhang Tianyang sighed slowly, took a step forward, and disappeared on the spot.

Inside the Zhang family's ancestral home, in the quiet courtyard, Lou Hechuan's body suddenly shook. His eyes blurred, and he saw that there was an extra person in front of him.

"you……"

Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed and he suddenly came to his senses. He looked at the painter in front of him, or rather, at his third uncle, with mixed feelings.

Just now, this seemingly dying old man killed three heavenly masters!
"Third... Third in command..." Lou Hechuan looked at Zhang Tianyang, subconsciously took a step back, and said tremblingly.

Hearing this, Zhang Tianyang raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at Lou Hechuan indifferently.

"Oh, it's the small building."

(End of this chapter)