Chapter 939 Trivial matters before departure

Chu Tianxing was bathed in golden light, and majestic power poured into his body. At this moment, his spiritual power made a qualitative leap, leaping from the peak of Nascent Soul to the early stage of divine transformation.

He slowly opened his eyes, with a bright light shining in them, as if he could penetrate all illusions.

"Thank you for your help. I finally broke through to become a god and caught up with you!"

Chu Tianxing stood up and saluted Zhou Yiqiao from a distance, but there was an unconcealable arrogance in his tone.

He has always regarded Zhou Yiqiao as the target to catch up with, and now that he has finally achieved breakthrough in becoming a god, the joy and pride in his heart are beyond words.

Zhou Yiqiao smiled faintly.

"Chu Tianxing, your ability to break through to the Divine Transformation was only due to your own efforts and luck. I was just following the trend."

But after he finished speaking, he changed the topic again and said.

"But if you want to catch up with me, you still have a long way to go."

When Chu Tianxing heard this, his brows raised slightly, and a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

Zhou Yiqiao completely saw the other person's thoughts and nodded with satisfaction.

As his own incarnation, no one understands Chu Tianxing's mentality better than Zhou Yiqiao.

Chu Tianxing is a typical character who refuses to admit defeat. Only through constant challenges and pursuits can he find the motivation to move forward.

And Zhou Yiqiao is the eternal pursuit target in his heart.

Therefore, Zhou Yiqiao doesn't mind acting as a stumbling block on Chu Tianxing's spiritual path at any time, so that he can always maintain this positive attitude.

"Don't provoke me. Don't forget that we are one. I know exactly what you are thinking."

The corners of Chu Tianxing's lips curled up.

"Hmph! I want to see how powerful you are!"

After saying that, he punched out!

Before the fist could arrive, the violent force took the lead, tearing apart the space, blasting the clouds, and struck Zhou Yiqiao's chest with the force of thunder.

Zhou Yiqiao's expression was indifferent, and he lightly raised his hand to greet him. A touch of ink appeared on his palm, which collided heavily with Chu Tianxing's strength.

"Oh!"

A violent muffled sound suddenly exploded.

The violent shock wave spread in all directions.

The surrounding rocks, vegetation and trees were shattered into pieces and turned into smoke and dust billowing into the sky.

Chu Tianxing took half a step back to steady his body.

Zhou Yiqiao still stood where he was, motionless.

The two exchanged blows and the decision was made.

Chu Tianxing looked shocked, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Your cultivation...has improved so much!?"

He could feel that Zhou Yiqiao's power was unfathomable, as vast as the ocean, and was beyond his ability to contend with.

Zhou Yiqiao laughed when he heard this.

"I have been lying in the Netherworld Demon Sect for so long. Master and the others have made me take countless treasures of heaven and earth. If my cultivation is still at the same level, wouldn't it be a shame for them?"

Chu Tianxing nodded silently.

"I neglected this point."

Zhou Yiqiao smiled and patted Chu Tianxing on the shoulder and said.

"But you don't need to belittle yourself. I'm going to the Holy Land of Central Continent. The affairs of Ten Thousand Bone Mountains need to be left in your hands. The burden on your shoulders is not light."

"I understand."

Chu Tianxing nodded.

"With the help of Seven Swords and others, I will not let anything go wrong in the sword washing pool."

"That's good."

Zhou Yiqiao nodded, then turned and looked into the distance.

"So, there is one last thing left, and I can leave for the Holy Land of Central Continent..."

......

In the southwest corner of Xijian Pond, in a dark place where sunlight never shines, a simple wooden house stood quietly.

In the wooden house, the dim light barely dispersed the surrounding darkness, but it could not illuminate the thin figure sitting cross-legged on the ground.

It was a young man, about in his early twenties, wearing a shabby gray robe, with a dirty face and messy hair. He looked like a beggar wandering on the street.

If you look carefully, you will find that the young man's sleeves and trouser legs are empty. He is actually missing a pair of arms and legs, and he can only move forward by relying on his hips.

There was an indescribable vicissitude and bitterness on the young man's face, as if he had experienced all the suffering and torture in the world.

This person is none other than the owner of the moonstone fragments, Yang Fan, who was brought back from the Deadly Ghost Realm by Zhou Yiqiao and has been imprisoned here!

Yang Fan sat in the darkness, his eyes empty and lifeless, like a walking corpse that had lost all its vitality and vitality.

His heart was filled with despair and pain, and he spent every day in endless darkness, as if he had been abandoned by the entire world.

However, at this moment, the sound of footsteps came slowly, breaking the dead darkness.

Yang Fan raised his head slightly and looked at the approaching figure, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"Who?"

His voice was hoarse and low, as if coming from the depths of hell.

Zhou Yiqiao walked up to Yang Fan, squatted down and looked at him levelly.

"Yang Fan, it's me."

Hearing this name, Yang Fan's eyes flashed with a flicker of emotion, but then he calmed down again.

"It's you...what are you doing here?"

His tone was full of indifference and alienation, and he was obviously not surprised by Zhou Yiqiao's arrival.

Zhou Yiqiao smiled lightly and said.

"Of course I'm here to take you on your way."

When Yang Fan heard this, his pupils suddenly shrank, and there was a look of disbelief on his face.

"On the road? You...you want to kill me?"

In his opinion, living like this in a dark room is better than dying completely. Therefore, after hearing Zhou Yiqiao's words, his heart was full of panic and unwillingness.

Zhou Yiqiao was in a very good mood, and did not try to sell out to Yang Fan, but spoke straight to the point.

"I have found a way to peel off the moonstone space in your body, and I am here to free you this time."

Yang Fan froze on the spot, unable to say a word for a long time.

Over the years, he has been thinking about how to escape from this prison and regain his freedom. However, when that day came, he felt an unspeakable sadness and despair.

"Relief...?"

Yang Fan murmured to himself, with a trace of complicated emotions flashing in his eyes.

He suddenly laughed, his laughter full of bitterness and self-deprecation.

"Yes, this kind of life is indeed a kind of torture. Death may really be a kind of relief..."

Zhou Yiqiao looked at Yang Fan quietly without much disturbance in his heart.

For him, Yang Fan is just an insignificant chess piece, and his life and death will not cause him too many emotional fluctuations.

"Now that you're ready, let's get started."

As Zhou Yiqiao spoke, the Immortality Gate in the Moonstone Space suddenly escaped into the void again. On alert, a force originating from the Immortality Gate surged out of Zhou Yiqiao's body and completely enveloped Yang Fan.