Chapter 135: The world of change

Yu Zecheng looked at the recently formed lake in front of him, thought about it, and also stood up with his sword and flew into the lake. He didn't want to rob the corpses of those cultivators, but he didn't mind burying them if he met them. Of course, the dead don't need items, so naturally the relics belonged to Yu Zecheng.

In addition, he wanted to see this newly formed lake. The mountains were slowly and the plains were quiet. Now it was a vast lake with waves. The world was changing, the world was impermanent, and it was amazing. It was really unacceptable. So we must take a look at this world with our own eyes.

This lake is about two hundred miles in radius with Xiling as the center. The lake shape is a circle. The Tianlan River, which originally flowed through here, is now slowly pouring into the newly formed lake. At the same time, on the other side of the lake, the lake water rushes out on the original Tianlan River channel. It seems that the formation of the lake here is a foregone conclusion. It will not dry up after more than ten years because of no injection of live water and restore the original landform.

The deepest part within 200 miles is Xiling. The ground is more than a mile deeper. The closer it is to the lake, the shallower the lake water. And there are several floating islands emerging in the lake, all of which are the huge peaks of the past, and now they have become islands in the lake.

Although the entire lake has just formed, the waves are extremely large. Broken wood floats on the water surface. There are scattered small beasts lying on some large woods, all of which are originally creatures on the mountain. There is also a tiger holding the broken giant tree tightly. There is a squirrel on its head. The tiger's power that this rat dares not offend is nothing under this terrifying heavenly power. Even the tiger itself does not care about the majesty and the squirrel, but its claws are tightly grasped and they dare not relax.

In Yu Zecheng's sword-rewarding lake, five corpses of immortal cultivators were found, and three Qiankun bags were found. Then a fireball melted them into ashes. The maximum temperature of the fireball reached one thousand, and the corpse melted in the lake water around the corpse together in the flames.

After flying for about thirty miles, after watching for a while, he heard someone calling for help. When he looked down, he saw three mortals grab a wood and shouting for help. Yu Zecheng pressed the sword light and flew over. It turned out that the person in them looked extremely familiar. It turned out to be the master of the opera troupe, Shen Haifeng.

When Shen Haifeng saw Yu Zecheng, he even shouted for help. Yu Zecheng was unable to lead people with his sword and turned around them. He found that they tied themselves to the wood with ropes, so he shouted:

"Give me the rope and I'll pull you out."

Shen Haifeng immediately understood what Yu Zecheng meant. Everyone untied the rope and saw that it was not too long. They took off the clothes and tied them together, forming a long rope, tied one end to the wood, and then threw the other end to Yu Zecheng. Yu Zecheng rushed over, took the rope, pulled the rope, flew with the sword, and pulled them out to one side.

The wood was pulled down by Yu Zecheng and began to move forward in the water. Shen Haifeng hugged the wood and laughed.

Yu Zecheng thought to himself, was it because the entire Shen family class was killed and only he could escape, so Shen Haifeng could not accept this fact, so he was crazy?

Yu Zecheng had no choice but to persuade:

"Teacher Shen, life and death are destined to be born, wealth and honor are the same as heaven. They all die here. It is their fate. You are still alive and your relatives need to offer you. Don't be too sad."

Shen Haifeng was stunned and said:

"My benefactor, you misunderstood. Yesterday something was wrong, so I ordered them to leave immediately and rush to the sky. They should be fine and would not suffer this disaster.

My brothers and I stayed here to see the fun. As expected, we stayed right and could actually see the magic power of the immortals here, and we escaped our lives in the sky. This is simply more lucky than anything else."

Another said:

"Yes, this life is worth it. The battle between immortals and the earth turns into a lake is worth it. Going home is enough to brag for the rest of your life. Unfortunately, Lao Wu was stoned to death when he escaped."

Shen Haifeng said:

"Life and death have fate, wealth and honor are heaven, so accept your fate.

Benefactor, we hold the vest talisman in our hands, so we watch here. Who knew that the Great Tianqing had started, and all the vest talismans were invalid. We could only run desperately. Fortunately, we stood far and escaped.

Later, the lake water poured back, and we couldn't swim for ten miles, and the second brother drowned at that time. Just in despair, my benefactor came and saved me. I am so grateful.

I laughed just now because I thought that in the past five years I would build a flower boat in this lake, imitating the kind of laughing flower boats in Suzhou and Hangzhou, and then find some Yangzhou skinny horses, Datong girls, and Mizhi Po. I would definitely make a fortune at that time, so I couldn't help laughing."

Yu Zecheng sighed, "What should I say?" Before he escaped from danger, he began to figure out how to make money on this lake. This person is really very adaptable.

However, when I think about it, it should be like this. People should look forward, turn passive into initiative, and turn disadvantages into benefits, so that they can go further and rise step by step.

Yu Zecheng nodded secretly and was about to speak when he suddenly found two immortal cultivators in the air in the water, wandering at a low altitude. They kept casting spells to attack the people in the water, fireball and ice cone techniques. One of the people in the water was holding a coma old man in one hand and a magic weapon in the other hand, blocking the attacks of the two people in the air.

The coma old man turned out to be the master of Butian Pavilion in the market. The one who held him was his disciple Butian Pavilion's shopkeeper.

Yu Zecheng shouted loudly and shouted:

"The disciples of the Shuiyun Sect of the Six Sects are here. The two people in front of you are here. What are you doing? Senior brother, Senior brother, Yunzizhuang, come here quickly, there are people here who are committing murder."

While shouting, Yu Zecheng reversed the Blood Gang Art and released the huge true energy. The two of them looked at Yu Zecheng. They originally wanted to kill someone to silence them, but when they saw Yu Zecheng's flying sword, they saw the true energy on his body. They looked at each other and turned around and ran away.

Yu Zecheng breathed a sigh of relief. It would be better if he could not fight. Although both of them had no foundation building, they could fly with weapons and use magic tricks. They could not do this. If they wanted to kill someone to silence them, they would not be a problem to escape, but the master Shen and others would undoubtedly die.

Yu Zecheng pulled the wood and turned to that side and shouted:

"Senior, senior, they are all gone, you pull the wood, I'll pull you out together."

The shopkeeper saw Yu Zecheng and hesitated for a moment. Yu Zecheng had already arrived by his side with the wood. With the help of Master Shen, he placed Master Sun on Butiange on the wood, and then these people were pulled out of the lake by Yu Zecheng.

After thirty miles of road, Yu Zecheng was not happy because of pulling wood. However, after more than ten miles, the shopkeeper of Butian Pavilion flew up and pulled the rope with Yu Zecheng. Soon everyone came to the lake and climbed to the shore.

These people all fell to the ground and gasped. Unexpectedly, the first one to get up was Shen Haifeng. After he stood up, he clasped his fists to Yu Zecheng and said:

"My benefactor, I will never thank you for your kindness."

After saying that, Yu Zecheng held him and said:

"Everyone knows each other is fate, what are you thanking?"

Shen Haifeng kicked his two other brothers hard and said:

"Get up and thank you."

The two of them stood up to thank him. Shen Haifeng looked at the lake with an uncertain expression.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and said:

"My benefactor, our brothers are leaving. Now is the best time. There are countless new lake business opportunities. We can earn millions of dollars in the future if we take the lead. Perhaps there is still a fairy fate. If we save an immortal cultivator, we will have everything. So please forgive me, can we take one step first?"

Yu Zecheng smiled and said:

"Then you don't leave quickly, it's rare to have an opportunity. We will be together again in the future."

Shen Haifeng clasped his fists, pulled the two brothers and ran to the side. He ran for more than ten meters, then returned, suddenly took out a Qiankun bag and said:

"My benefactor, this is when we were running away, a cultivator died in front of us. This is what we found in him. We cannot open this immortal thing. Instead of being cheaper to others, it is better for you to stay, which is also our thank you."

Yu Zecheng smiled and put away his fists, said goodbye. The three of them ran to the side quickly. Yu Zecheng was also infected by their unyielding fighting spirit and was full of fighting spirit.

At this time, the shopkeeper on the side began to treat his master. Master Sun finally woke up. He stood too close. When Da Tianqing started, he ran desperately to protect his disciple, but in the end his vitality was exhausted and he was unconscious.

Master Sun woke up, looked at the environment in front of him, then closed his eyes and opened his eyes for a long time, shouted:

"good."

Then he stood up and said to Yu Zecheng:

"I am grateful for my kindness. This is my gold medal in Butian Pavilion. If you have any questions, you can come to Butian Pavilion to find me. Sun Wei will never refuse.

This flying sword is also given to you. Last time I saw that your flying sword was only at the second level. This is the fourth level flying sword, and it was passed to me by my mentor. I would like to express my gratitude to you.

Let’s go, and I will immediately put it back to Butian Pavilion. They have a lot of experience with me in the battle just now. I want to stay in seclusion at the mountain gate and attack the golden elixir."

The shopkeeper looked at the flying sword with eager eyes and said:

"Brother, that sword is a fine flying sword refined by Tianji Valley, which implies "Wood is called Quzhi, it is better to take it in straight than seek it in curve." The reason is that my brother has been peeking for a long time and the master has not given it to me. You must treat it well.

By the way, my brother’s name is Sun Jia. In the future, if you have any questions, you can mention my name in the shop in Butian Pavilion, they will still give you some face."

Master Sun patted his apprentice, and he stood up with his weapon, without saying a word, and took Sun Jia to fly away.

Yu Zecheng looked at the flying sword Qu Zhi. When he repaired the Qinglong Yuehua Sword himself, Master Sun must have thought that he liked the wooden flying sword, so he gave this Qu Zhi to himself.

The sword is about two feet long and half wide. The sword body is green and dark, and the sword body is straight and not bent at all. It shows its majestic momentum. There are countless blue starlight flashing inside. As the sword body shakes gently, countless starlights jump out of the sword body and slowly dissipate in the air. Its beauty is incomparable.
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