Cultivator: Fighting God

Chapter 159 Indigo Dragon (12)
Flying across the Qingshui River, he came to a stone-paved ground in a blink of an eye, and a high platform stood in front of him. Ye Yang was shocked: "The Altar of Fire God?!"

"Hmph, you finally recognized it?" The witch's tone was not very friendly. In fact, she had never been friendly before.

The gale was howling, and the witch brought Ye Yang to the bottom of the Vulcan Altar. She waved her hand silently, and the rune that imprisoned the Fire Dragon Cave drifted away by itself. After opening the gate, Ye Yang revisited his old place and was brought into the Fire Dragon Cave.

A strong stench came, and the witch passed through the Fire Dragon Cave, and opened a mechanism at the bottom of the Fire Dragon Cave, and saw the heavy iron door slowly opened, and there was a hole in it, it was actually a quite open room!

The room is very elegantly furnished, full of fragrance, and gauze curtains, obviously it looks like a woman's boudoir, but what is shocking is that there are a number of shining weapons hanging on the walls of this room, the tomahawk , halberds, and swords are all among them, and, based on Ye Yang's perception of weapons, the lowest of these weapons is at least rank nine, and there is even a battle ax that has reached the level of rank six, even if it is Poyan. Much inferior.

"Snapped!"

Huge force enveloped Ye Yang, causing his whole body to hit the stone wall fiercely, until his nose bleeds, and he was in a panic.

Slowly getting up, Ye Yang stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the Poyan Sword behind him, ready to resist.

The witch looked at him with a smile, even stretched out her index finger to hook it, and said with a provocative smile: "Boy, come here if you have the guts, and see how my aunt will teach you!"

Ye Yang took a deep breath and let go of the hilt of the sword. There was no need to do anything at all. The difference in strength between himself and the opponent was not a little bit. The same can't help each other.

After going through a lot of fighting, Ye Yang was ready to die, and he felt relaxed. He looked straight at the witch, and asked lightly, "Who are you?"

"I?"

The witch stretched out her index finger and pointed at herself, and suddenly laughed, the flowers and branches trembled wildly, especially the pair of peaks and peaks on her chest, which were wrapped in a light gauze, and trembling and trembling with the master's laughter, the growth was very gratifying .

"Hmph!" The witch snorted softly, stopped laughing, and said, "Who am I? Even if I say it, you don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, you brat!"

"Oh, tell me!" Ye Yang continued to remain calm.

The witch looked at Ye Yang contemptuously, and said, "Okay, since you want to know so much, let me ask you a question first, do you know which force is the most terrifying on this earth?"

Ye Yang was stunned for a moment, his understanding of this world was only limited to the Vulcan clan and Liangcheng, and he knew nothing about going outside.

Seeing Ye Yang's bewildered look, the witch sneered and said, "You don't even know this, you really are an ignorant brat..."

"..."

The witch sighed softly, looked around, and said, "For 3000 years, I can only hide in this boring ghost place. No one has ever known my existence, and I never thought of..."

(End of this chapter)