One Piece's Flow is Like Fire

Huang Sheng was silent, and after a while he spoke lightly.

"Because, in this world, only you have that piece of jade, and only you can fly above that ten thousand feet."

"Since you can be out of my control, why don't you tell other powerhouses to grab this jade and let other powerhouses take you up there?"

Huang Sheng suddenly smiled and said lightly: "Because others are afraid of death, it is very likely that they will not take me up after taking the benefits. Although you are willing to sacrifice your life, but for certain things, you can even give up your life."

Zhang Yang's expression froze, and his fingers trembled slightly in his wide sleeves.

Huang Sheng looked at Zhang Yang and said slowly and meaningfully: "Only I know what is in the space crack, because... I came out of it..."

"yes?"

The sound of clenched fists came from the wide sleeves, his delicate face became pale, his eyes shrank uncontrollably, and suddenly a white-haired, kindly smiling old man appeared in his consciousness.

Zhang Yang took a deep breath and made a weak trembling sound with difficulty.

"Space crack... what's inside?"

Huang Sheng only moved his feet with no body and no body, and the thick blood essence like mud penetrated, and he said lightly: "I will tell you when you fly into the sky."

A light flashed in Zhang Yang's eyes, and he lowered his head and pondered slightly.

Now he doesn't have enough interest to tempt Arashi to say, and he doesn't even have room for doubt. In this conversation of intertwined interests, at this moment, he is at a disadvantage.

The weakness in his heart, Huang Sheng, is clear. He couldn't let go of the kind old man who was weather-beaten and sacrificed his dignity and life for the tribe, and at the same time he appeared when he was about to starve to death at the age of eight.

In other words, he was unwilling and unwilling to let go.

He doesn't know what kind of place the space crack is, but it can be seen from how many great monks have gone and never returned from ancient times to the present, it is definitely a place of nine deaths.

This is the case for all the great monks, not to mention that the clan master has not even reached the wasteland opening period, and is only a little wastelander on the tenth floor of the blood coagulation realm.

No matter from which point of view, the clan master is bound to die.

The fist in his hand was clenched hard, trembling in the wide sleeve robe, and Zhang Yang's face became paler as the calculation deepened.

Since he entered the Demon Heaven Sect, he has tried his best to avoid thinking about it. He is afraid, he is afraid, and he is afraid that the most rational, correct and reasonable result he has calculated will be unacceptable to him.

"If the space crack is an extremely dangerous place, if the clan master stays in it for one more day, it will be more dangerous. If you count the time, half a month has passed..."

Zhang Yang bit his lip tightly, the blood slowly flowing down the corner of his mouth, the strong force of his teeth makes others feel sore cheeks just by looking at it, but Zhang Yang can't feel the pain, the real pain is in the heart, in the bones , in the soul...

The more he thought about it, the more time he felt, but he couldn't reach the height of a peerless powerhouse in a short time. He could only struggle with the passage of time.

Even if the clan master could survive in that space crack for a while, he probably wouldn't be able to wait for Zhang Yang to save him.

The clouds in the sky are floating, and Zhang Yang can't see it. (..)

The water in the river is flowing, and Zhang Yang can't see it.

The clock of time is running, and Zhang Yang can't see it.

He couldn't see this, like a lost child looking at the crossroads ahead, not knowing which way to go home, he chose the wrong way, and since then he has become a prodigal son who is wandering in a foreign land and has no goal.

The prodigal son seems to be synonymous with freedom and ease. He can live and dream all the way, take the sky as the quilt, the ground as the bed, carry the pot and travel the world.

Maybe many people yearn for this kind of freedom, but Zhang Yang is well aware that the prodigal son hides deep exhaustion and longing for his family behind his appearance.

But the road is unknown, where is the home!

For Zhang Yang, the concept of home is vague and clear. What he is vague about is that the world seems to call a dead house where one can live as home.

He is clear that as long as there are relatives around, that is home.

Now I know where my relatives are, but I have the heart but I can't...

Zhang Yang's empty eyes showed deep confusion, and he suddenly showed a self-deprecating, wry smile, feeling that he was cultivating both demons and desolation.

If this is the case, why is he still cultivating so hard?Isn't it tiring to be vigilant and calculating with others every day?

Huang Sheng didn't disturb his thoughts. He fell silent after seeing the missing in Zhang Yang's eyes. It seemed that the missing also touched a certain buried place in his heart.

"Heh... Cultivation, what is it that you cultivate? What can you do if you don't die, and you are invincible in the world? Is it because you have lived so long to bury your loved ones one by one?"

Chapter 987--988 Just don't fix it

Zhang Yang let out a wry smile, lowered his hands weakly, looked into the distance tiredly, watched silently for a long time, and suddenly laughed: "If that's the case, let's just forget about it..."

Huang Sheng came back to his senses, looking at Zhang Yang's gloomy eyes showing decadence and decay, and couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

He managed to grasp the weakness of a person who has both ability and purpose. How can this store be found after passing this village?How can you give up so quickly?

Whatever he said, he had to arouse Zhang Yang's fighting spirit, so he said with an anxious tone: "The space crack is indeed a life-and-death situation, but it is not based on the level of cultivation to judge the probability of survival, it is based on..."

Suddenly, Huang Sheng felt that something was wrong and stopped talking.

He didn't have much contact with Zhang Yang, but he knew very well about Zhang Yang's slaying demons from the tribe to the Tongtian Mountain test, whether it was his calmness when killing demons, his determination when he entered the demon, and his scheming along the way. This person is determined and will not give up until the last moment.

In particular, Zhang Yang's charitable character and deep feelings for the clan master, it is even more impossible for him to extinguish the last flame of hope in his heart.

how now...

Suddenly, Huang Sheng's face became extremely ugly. He stared at Zhang Yang and Xiao Suo's figure with coldness, and snorted: "Are you kidding me?"

Zhang Yang's slumped face suddenly twitched slightly, knowing that he couldn't hide it any longer, he smiled and looked at Huang Sheng, and said lightly: "You are too excited when you talk about the world above ten thousand feet."

"Good calculation!"