The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

"The mark of the Three Truths..."

Where exactly is the talisman that Jiang Mingzi buried?

He was extremely anxious, his fingers drawing bloody marks on the rough rock face, but he didn't care about the pain at all.

If what Wang Baxianjun said is true, then something could happen to the Wu family at any time.

Master, Senior Sister, Second Brother Guo, and Miss are still there!

Just when he was about to despair, a familiar, sinister laugh suddenly reached his ears.

"Hehehe, little lady, your husband has certainly buried you deep!"

"I'll dig you out right now."

Gao Haoguang was stunned.

This sound.

He turned his head quickly in disbelief, looking in the direction of the sound.

Under the moonlight, a burly figure was squatting beside a pile of rocks a dozen steps away, frantically digging at the soil with his hands, sending stones flying, looking just like a pangolin digging a hole.

That broad back, that familiar movement

"Senior brother?!?"

Gao Haoguang's voice even changed tone.

What are you doing here?!

Xia Chuan's digging motion suddenly froze.

He slowly turned his head and saw Gao Haoguang's face, which was filled with shock and suspicion.

The smile froze on his face.

Under the moonlight, the two brothers looked at each other.

The air was silent for a full three seconds.

Xia Chuan broke the silence first, coughing lightly and casually patting the dirt off his hands:

"Ah, Grey, what a coincidence."

"You're here to go hiking too?"

Chapter 31 Big Head Calls You Dad

Meanwhile, inside the Wu family courtyard.

Facing the menacing Zhao Yan, Da Tou felt his scalp tingle.

Damn, you just escaped from home, and your debut battle is going to be a supernatural one?

My father probably wasn't as awesome as I was back then.

Should I call him "Dad"?

"I will say it again."

Zhao Yan spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but it pierced everyone's ears like a nail:

"I will only kill the three members of the Sanzhen Sect; the rest may leave."

He stared intently at Big Head, his gaze sharp as a knife. "Don't say I didn't give you a chance."

Zhao Yan knew very well that as long as he got rid of this only variable, killing the rest of the people would be a piece of cake.

Big Head's heart pounded wildly; the sense of crisis almost stung his skin, and sweat streamed down his face beneath the mask.

"What do you think, young man?"

Looking at Hai Shan, who stubbornly stood in his way, Zhao Yan sighed, his tone carrying a hint of genuine regret:

"I have no intention of being an enemy of your sect."

Big Head was silent for a moment.

What he said seemed to make sense.

But

No!

Da Tou glanced at Ma Chao and the others beside him.

If I were to watch my fellow cultivators die at the hands of Nirvana Corpse, I would regret it.

Hai Shan gritted his teeth, took a step forward, and stood steadily in front of Ma Chao and the others.

Zhao Yan narrowed his eyes, the last trace of warmth in them completely vanishing:

"It seems you intend to oppose me to the very end?"

Why is that?

Hai Shan raised his head, his voice from beneath the mask serious:

"Because you were mean to me."

The unexpected answer completely stunned Zhao Yan.

He shook his head and chuckled, his eyes filled with admiration, yet also with regret.

"If this were a thousand years ago, I would have made sure that my disciples got to know a talented young man like you."

Big Head shook his head seriously:

“A thousand years ago, Big Head’s ancestors hadn’t even been born yet.”

"Let's talk about the present."

The handsome young man's voice was full of earnestness:

"If Big Head calls you 'Daddy,' how about I give you one hand?"

Zhao Yan: ? ? ?

Why do I feel like you're the one who's a true successor of the Three Truths?

However, since you're determined to go against me, don't blame me for being ruthless.

Zhao Yan sighed, his eyes suddenly turning cold.

"Fine, I'll leave that as a joke. You might as well just die here, young man!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yan's figure almost transformed into a streak of light.

They charged straight at Ma Chao and his men with lightning speed!

The murderous aura, now solidified, pressed down like a tidal wave once more. Everyone felt as if they were being bound by a giant python, their bodies sinking into an icy pool, unable to move an inch.

Damn!

Hai Shan bit down hard with the tip of his tongue, and a sharp pain shot through his body like an electric current, forcibly taking back control of his body.

He reached behind him and unfolded the large red umbrella he carried with him. The umbrella's surface bloomed like a red lotus and went straight towards Zhao Yan!

Boom!

Zhao Yan's fist slammed hard onto the red umbrella.

A deep, resounding thud, like a giant bell being struck in one's ear.

The ground beneath Hai Shan's feet suddenly cracked, sending shards of rock flying, and his feet sank deep into the mud.

Zhao Yan looked quite surprised, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes:

"Wow, young man, your Dharma body cultivation is truly solid."

Hai Shan, who took the punch head-on, felt as if the paper umbrella in his hand almost slipped out of his grasp, his tiger's mouth was about to split open, and his entire arm was going numb.

This is the powerful and magical corpse! It's truly amazing!

He could barely catch a casual punch!

But you've already fallen into Big Head's trap!

Hai Shan's eyes sharpened, and his magical power surged wildly into the red umbrella in his hand like a burst dam.

On the umbrella surface, the patterns that were originally just decorations suddenly lit up, flowing slowly as if they had come to life.

Between the umbrella ribs, droplets of crystal-clear water condensed out of thin air and fell silently.

The rain, a symbol of time, falls slowly through the umbrella.

The rain was fine and dense, yet heavy as a mountain.

Zhao Yan felt his body suddenly become incredibly sluggish, as if he were bound by countless transparent threads, with every inch of his muscles and every breath being stretched infinitely.

Zhao Yan quickly analyzed the current situation.

Restraint?

Or is it confinement?

No, that's not right, this feeling...

Time itself slowed down for me!

Frost falls in the mirror as autumn turns to summer, and the rain of the year cuts away youthful beauty like a knife.

I wish I could borrow an inch more of time, and live a fleeting moment of immortality to support the flowers.

[A magical artifact grants immortality in an instant, propelling the flower to life!]

"Time-based supernatural powers... So you're a disciple of Penglai!"

Zhao Yan's eyes widened, his thoughts racing wildly, but his body was almost completely immobile.

It's not that I can't move at all, but that every inch of movement takes a thousand times longer than usual.

Damn it!