There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 482, The Heavenly Book

This is really not good news.

Suddenly, a huge problem arose in his hands, a landmine that could explode at any moment.

Ling Xuanzi did not comment on Xiao Yang's peculiar experience.

But think about his words carefully.

Those immortals who erased the traces of the Yellow Heaven may not necessarily be dead yet.

Some headache.

However, it's not a big problem; perhaps it's because too many things on hand are at risk of going wrong.

Even if we add another hand-held grenade, it doesn't seem to be a big problem.

Xiao Yang remained calm.

Since the conversation has already come to this point...

Xiao Yang raised another question.

It's not about Huang Tian, ​​but a question that has just arisen.

"Great cultivator, what kind of beings are those evil gods who suddenly appeared in the heavens?"

Xiao Yang's question stumped Ling Xuanzi.

I've been thinking about it for quite a while.

in silence.

The answer given was not very certain.

"Perhaps it's the third type?"

Xiao Yang felt even more confused.

"But didn't you just say that there are only two categories in the heavens?"

"Yes, but they do belong to the third category. They should also live according to their own principles, but we have never been able to discover what those principles are."

With a bewildered expression, Ling Xuanzi spoke in incomprehensible words.

In this situation, Xiao Yang suddenly seemed to be deep in thought.

Perhaps he knows where the principles and reason of the evil gods lie.

"The Sea of ​​the Soul".

With that, Xiao Yang's doubts about Huang Tian were resolved, and he prepared to return to deal with this thorny problem.

Before leaving, Xiao Yang, still curious, asked Ling Xuanzi why he had stopped in this world.

Compared to a freak like Xiao Yang.

Cultivators should have a more acute sense of the world's hierarchy and be less tolerant of this barren world.

Ling Xuanzi smiled at Xiao Yang's question.

Turned his head and looked out the window.

“I can’t stand the behavior of my fellow disciples, so I’m going to put my principles into practice here.”

At this moment, Xiao Yang also turned his head to look outside, following Ling Xuanzi's gaze.

Rolling green hills, a path paved with bluestone, and several young Taoist boys struggling to jump up and down the steps, their heads in their hands.

Ling Xuanzi, a great cultivator who was not far from being called an immortal, rebuilt a Taoist temple in this blank world that had just been promoted to a small world.

Even its name is still Xinghe (Star River).

Like the Star River Sect, who left with the words "Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together" and drifted away.

At this point, Xiao Yang didn't know whether to say that cultivators were carefree and magnanimous, or that he was really petty.

His expression became even more peculiar.

"Then I wish you, sir, to find your own path soon!"

………….

In the Skull Dungeon, in the underground temple, Xiao Yang appeared and casually placed the honey he had just obtained on the offering table in front of the tall statue.

Soon, Lena will come to find me with honey water.

just now.

We need to think about how to deal with this scoundrel.

A figure holding his head appeared outside the world of Liaozhai, looking at the traces of the Yellow Heaven that he had painstakingly moved into the dungeon world.

His brows furrowed deeply.

It's very difficult to remove it.

Even if you do it, it may not be able to clean it completely.

Fortunately, this dungeon world wasn't really a big deal for Xiao Yang.

These traces of Huangtian, after all, did not spread into the real world.

Tossing the head aside, Xiao Yang pulled down the mask of the Crimson Slayer, his crimson eyes landing on the head that was not cooperating at all.

His voice was hoarse and stern.

Actually, he wasn't that afraid of the messy troubles on his head.

"Take whatever you want to say to the rotten ones!"

Even the most powerful immortal wouldn't intentionally blow up a toilet. He really isn't afraid of being implicated.

Despite not being afraid, Xiao Yang disliked the feeling of being forcibly linked to others.

He could actively protect the fallen Huang Tian, ​​but he could not protect the fallen Huang Tian when he was helplessly forced to do so.

The hymns, rising and falling in the deep blue chant, began to resound.

Xiao Yang's power was constantly increasing.

His gaze fell upon the world before him, and also upon the withered heads beside him.

I couldn't give him a satisfactory answer.

Then let's just destroy them all. At worst, we can spend some more time bringing back a few more dungeons.

Cleave this corrupted dungeon world in pieces, then use this head to refine oil!

At this moment, a cold and ruthless aura emanated from the air.

Xiao Yang hadn't shown this kind of state of mind on his own initiative for a long time.

"A terrifying beast that destroys everything with indifference."

Silently accumulating strength.

He raised the dark, massive axe high.

In the end, Huang Tian's head voluntarily surrendered.

A helpless sigh reached Xiao Yang's ears.

Turning his head to the side, in a scarlet and indifferent gaze, Xiao Yang watched as the withered head voluntarily spat out a book towards him.

With the release of this book, it seemed as if this withered head had reached its final end.

It gradually dimmed until it finally disappeared completely.

Before completely dissipating, He showed Xiao Yang these scenes.

"At the end of the dynasty, natural disasters ravaged the land, and the people prayed for survival. A young Taoist priest angrily pointed to the sky and cursed."

"Then how can you be worthy of being called the heavens!"

After that.

"With the devastation of war, people tied yellow strips of cloth to their foreheads with bewildered expressions."

No further explanation is needed.

Too famous.

"The blue sky is dead! The yellow sky shall be established!"

Here, witnessing scene after scene, Xiao Yang couldn't help but feel a mix of inexplicable emotions.

The changes didn't end there.

In the world of Liaozhai, the descriptions of Huang Tian slowly dissipate amidst abrupt pauses.

This is a sign of the complete fall of a god.

Any record of Him will be slowly erased.

Having been tied up for several days and just being let go, Gao Bo, who was on the verge of tears, had his job change.

"Master Huangtian".

Transformed into.

"The Five Pecks of Rice Master".

The head in front of Xiao Yang should be the last part of Huang Tian.

Picking up its last remnants, a name appeared before Xiao Yang.

[Heavenly Book]

All of this happened somewhat suddenly, but upon closer reflection, it makes perfect sense.

Although Huang Tian is dead.

However, what He left behind was not completely erased.

The seeds sown in the world of Liaozhai.

There's also the celestial book in Xiao Yang's hand.

Compared to before, this is also a form of forced connection, but surprisingly, Xiao Yang isn't as angry anymore.

Huang Tian's death, in a way, was a strategic retreat.

The situation hasn't actually changed much.

The hidden dangers still exist, and Xiao Yang is still the one to bear them.

But ironically, after witnessing all of this, Xiao Yang wasn't so angry anymore.

Those immortals might still unleash a powerful blow, and Xiao Yang is now the only one who needs to take it.

They are pure-blooded suckers.

The only change might be that Huang Tian really did fail miserably.

"I have a feeling like I've been tricked again?"

A helpless voice rang out.

(End of this chapter)