But in the end, Yang Cong convinced Mr. Zhang Wu.

Afterwards, Mr. Zhang Wu asked someone to bring in a box.

This box is very simple, as if it is about to fall apart at any time.

After opening the box, Mr. Zhang Wu took out a stone coat from it, then took out a stone knife and handed it to Yang Cong.

Seeing these two things, Yang Cong was very surprised: "Master Zhang Wu, what is this?"

Mr. Zhang Wu said: "You want to enter Zishan and wear this, which can guarantee you."

Yang Cong felt very strange. These two things were obviously not magic weapons, just like clothes and weapons made of ordinary stones. Yang Cong could not feel any flow of magic power on it.

But in the end, Mr. Zhang Wu said something, and Yang Cong still put on a stone coat.

Finally, Mr. Zhang Wu warned Yang Cong about something, hoping to make Young Cong encounter some dangers.

"You want to enter Purple Mountain?"

Ji Ziyue and Saint Yaoguang came and were surprised to find out that Yang Cong was going to enter Zishan to find the source of the Heavenly Book.

"Yeah." Yang Cong nodded and said, "You two are free now."

Yang Cong felt that it was very likely that he would be in trouble this time. He had learned the art of divination, but this time he went into Zishan, but he could not calculate anything.

It can be said that the road ahead is dark.

It is probably this one he rarely goes to an unknown place in a thousand years.

The last time I entered the void was because he calculated that there was no danger, and he was very confident in his strength.

Now, he needs to enter Zishan, and the Book of Origin is very important to him.

He refined the source and found that he could integrate into the great way of this world.

If there is a more source, wouldn’t it be possible to eliminate the world’s containment of it?

But he also knew that the source was too few and precious. Unless he learned the source technique, he could only rob or grab it.

This is too dangerous and is an enemy of the world. Yang Cong doesn't think he can be invincible to this extent.

He felt that he would be in trouble this time to see you, so he lifted the restrictions on Ji Ziyue and Saint Yaoguang.

In this way, they will be free and no longer be restricted by Yang Cong.

Ji Ziyue and Saint Yaoguang looked at Yang Cong silently, not knowing what to say.

Although Ji Ziyue really hopes that Yang Cong will die, she often bullies her.

But when Ji Ziyue really reached this level, she felt a little reluctant.

Then, Xiao Nannan came, she took out a crystal and handed it to Yang Cong: "Big brother, I'll give it to you."

"What is this?" Yang Cong couldn't help asking.

The colorful crystal in front of him was very beautiful, and he also felt a powerful healing power in this crystal.

"Little Nannan doesn't know." Little Nannan shook her head and said, "It's just that every time Little Nannan gets sick and eats a piece of this, I will recover. Big brother, if you are injured, just eat a piece."

Although there is only one piece, Xiao Nannan only has this only piece.

Yang Cong smiled slightly and accepted this piece of colorful crystal.

Afterwards, Yang Cong asked Ji Ziyue to take good care of Xiao Nannan. If he came out alive and saw that Xiao Nannan was not doing well, he would overthrow the Ji family.

"Then I'll wait for you to come out and talk." Ji Ziyue muttered and complained.

Yang Cong then put on a stone coat and stepped into Zishan step by step.

I came to the bottom of Zishan and looked at the mountain.

"It can be said to be a fairy mountain, or it can be said to be a dangerous mountain."

When he walked to the middle of Zishan Mountain, Yang Cong felt an inexplicable pressure pressing on him.

However, this pressure is too small and has no effect on him.

Then he found a cave entrance and entered Zishan.

As soon as he entered the cave, Yang Cong felt countless dangers waiting for him in front of him.

As I went deep into the cave, a few faint auras suddenly appeared in front of me.

"The Necromancer!"

Yang Cong frowned, then sacrificed the Emperor's Sword of Heaven, and a few rays of light were slashed away, and all the "dead spirits" turned into the nourishment of the Emperor's Sword of Heaven.

He also made a rough evaluation of his Emperor's Sword of Heaven. If it is not a quasi-emperor weapon, it should also be a great holy weapon.

After all, he himself is a great saint... Maybe.

I continued walking inside and found a corpse buried place, which was covered with white bones, all of which were corpses from countless years ago.

Then, Yang Cong saw a mural.

But then Yang Cong shook his head, he couldn't understand what the mural was painting.

He carried the Emperor's Sword of Heaven and walked step by step inside.

And just ahead, he suddenly realized that there was something different in front of him.

It was like leaving the fairyland, with countless flying spirits, and these creatures seemed to have not noticed Yang Cong, and they were still flying.

Yang Cong did not disturb them, but passed through this fairyland.

And through this wonderland, we entered that dangerous and dark passage.

Nowhere is the sword of Heavenly Dao Emperor who has passed, there is no life left.

Although Yang Cong's strength was suppressed, the creatures in front of him could not do anything to him.

Then he stopped because he encountered a powerful but extremely weak aura ahead.

Why is it said to be strong but extremely weak? Because the owner of this aura has strength that is not weaker than Yang Cong, but his life span is not much.

Yang Cong was sure that this was a human race, but he didn't know whether it was an enemy or a friend.

"Are you a human monk?"

A voice came.

This sound was made by the extremely weak breath master.

"Well, who are you?" Yang Cong asked.

"Jiang Taixu." The man said.

Yang Cong said in confusion: "People from the Jiang family of the ancient family?"

Jiang Taixu said: "You have the same strength as me, but you have such strength. Are you... the emperor's son?"

The emperor's son? The emperor's son?

You should know that Yang Cong’s father is now in the Tai Chi Golden Immortal Realm. His father likes to cultivate oneself and not just practice.

He is the emperor, how can he talk about the emperor's son?

"I'm not." Yang Cong said: "I'm just an ordinary monk."

"Has the world outside changed?" Jiang Taixu's weak voice came, as if he was a little confused.

Yang Cong said: "When it comes to the ancient Jiang family, I have some grudges with me."

"They are enemies with you?" Jiang Taixu said.

"Not this." Yang Cong shook his head and said, "It's just because he has taken a fancy to the treasure on me and wants to snatch it."

Jiang Taixu said: "You are so powerful, the Jiang family should not do such a thing."

"You said the Jiang family doesn't know, but there are inevitably some younger generations."

"So that's the case, I apologize to you."

If Yang Cong hadn't been so strong, Jiang Taixu would probably not have been like this.

The two great saints, one is about to lose weight, while the other is young and energetic, can be imagined the gap between them.

"Am I wrong?" Yang Cong couldn't help frowning when he heard Jiang Taixu's words.
Chapter completed!