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Qing Yangming said no more. No matter who it was, if they had the same experience as Qingyang, even if they weren't crazy, they would probably have done the same thing.

Men had things to do, things to do, things to do, things to do even if they did not want to do, this was fate, and this was the will of the dead.

The carriage was strangely quiet, with only the sound of the Azure Sun slowing down his breathing. Qing Yangming sat to the side and looked at the resolute man in front of him. Beneath his calm face, there was a surge of energy that no one knew about.

"He's only sixteen years old."

With a low sigh, who would have known that this youth who was only sixteen years old would carry such a heavy and deep-seated hatred?

If it was said that his rebirth was a blessing from the heavens, then was the death of his parents a torture from the heavens?

Buddha can't do anything to me, but I will become a devil!

The fairness of this world had Qingyang rewrite it. Every stroke and every stroke was written with the blood of the blade and sword. This was a period of history filled with blood and tears.

"Perhaps, this is where Heaven's Mandate comes from." Smiling bitterly, Qing Yangming did not think anymore about it. What was the use of thinking about it? Towards the man in front of him, all he had was respect and respect. Even if it was Blade Mountain Flame Sea Guild, they were willing to follow him and charge forth!

The sky gradually darkened, and the setting sun dyed the entire forest in a golden color. Strands of yellow clouds drifted across the horizon, and there was a touch of desolation in the warmth. The setting sun was infinitely good, but it was near dusk.

Under Fang Cheng's shout, all the members of the caravan stood up and began packing their luggage. They were not in the mood to look at the desolate scenery and sighed. Life and death, wealth and poverty, were separated in an instant by a single thought.

"Brother Taiyi, it's night. It's time for us to depart as well." Fang Cheng said in a low voice as he walked to the side of the horse carriage.

"Yes, as long as everything is done as planned. Tell the guards to be more vigilant." Qingyang actually walked out of the carriage with a light answer and said lightly to Fang Cheng, "Brother Fang, let's find a horse. I'll also ride ahead of the group."

He was overjoyed. Even if Qingyang went with him, he would still have a better chance of surviving if he encountered bandits. He quickly nodded his head in acknowledgement, and then ordered his servants to bring him a black mane.

After handing the reins to Qingyang, Fang Cheng awkwardly said, "Brother Taiyi, I don't have any good horses here, so Black Mane will have to trouble you to ride first."

Qing Yang stroked the black horse's mane and chuckled: "It's fine. Let's go. I'll ride ahead with you."

When he saw Qingyang mount the horse, Fang Cheng was also incredibly bold. Previously, when he was in the vicinity of the Corpse Mountain, he had always been hiding in the middle of the caravan and had never dared to approach the front of the caravan. Now that there was an expert beside him, he too was filled with courage.

With a loud shout, the entire caravan majestically headed towards the corpse mountain. Everyone was full of energy and did not dare to neglect it in the slightest. It seemed the reputation of this corpse mountain was truly extraordinary.

"Brother Taiyi, why did you think of traveling with me in the front of the caravan tonight?" Walking side by side with Qingyang, Fang Cheng asked with a smile.

"It's just that the carriage was bored for the entire day, so I came out to take a walk." "Yes," Qingyang replied as he gazed at the mountains in the distance.

It was unknown what Qingyang was thinking about, but Fang Cheng was still a bit worried after a while. "Brother Taiyi, if this bandit really comes to rob and kill us, what should we do?"

"Bandits?" Laughing softly, no one noticed the ruthlessness in Qingyang's eyes. "Don't worry, all of you should just move forward."

"We just move forward? "What about you?" Fang Cheng was also a shrewd person, so he could naturally hear the strangeness in Qingyang's tone.

"Me? Night exploration of the Corpse Mountain. " He turned his head to look at Fang Cheng. Even though it was only for an instant, the flash of silver flame in his eyes caused Fang Cheng to be shocked.

Fang Cheng did not know much about Qingyang and did not need to know much about this mysterious expert. He would not harm Fang Cheng and might even help him out. For Fang Cheng, this was enough.

Under the faint moonlight, Fang Cheng might have forgotten that his caravan was about to set foot into the mountains of corpses, but the more he spoke, the more excited he became. All kinds of strange things that happened in the past were new to Qingyang, and he would often let out bursts of laughter in front of his caravan.

Suddenly, Qingyang stopped laughing, and his expression changed slightly. Fang Cheng naturally saw this, and when he saw Qingyang's expression, he immediately became calm and said, "Brother Taiyi, did you notice something?"

After pondering for a while, Qingyang slowly raised his head and looked towards the Corpse Mountain as he mumbled, "Why are all the people in the Corpse Mountain suddenly moving? It is obvious that there are powerful warriors fighting."

"A battle between experts?" Fang Cheng looked at the azure sun in a daze, then looked at the corpse mountain. To him, naturally he didn't feel anything. The wind was still chilly, and the moon was still bright and clear.

Nodding his head, Qingyang didn't continue speaking and spread out his consciousness to investigate, becoming more and more shocked.

In the blink of an eye, the two Foundation Establishment experts' Qi disappeared from the corpse mountain. What did this mean? There were enemies launching a surprise attack, and there were quite a number of them, all of them were very strong. Otherwise, they would not have been able to kill two Innates in the short span of a breath under the eyes of one Great Void Expert.

Qing Yang's words were true. Tonight, blood flowed like rivers in the mountain of corpses, but he was not the one who slaughtered the vicious bandits. Under the coverage of his spiritual sense, the aura in the mountain of corpses disappeared in pieces.

"Oh? The Great Void Sect is about to make their move. " Narrowing his eyes, Qingyang said with a chuckle.

Although it did not reveal any signs of defeat, it also did not have the slightest advantage. The energy fluctuations in the air became increasingly intense, and Qingyang could also feel that the two of them seemed to be a pair of Spirit Refinement experts that specialized in joint attacks.

The Soul Refining experts on the Corpse Mountain side were firmly restrained. As for Foundation Establishment, they were constantly being bombarded. If they weren't careful, they would have died.

"Interesting, there are actually seven Spirit Refinement experts attacking. I'm afraid there might be even more Sun God experts in the shadows." After speaking in a low voice, Qingyang turned to look at the confused Fang Cheng and said, "Brother Fang, you can travel without worry tonight. The bandits' lair might be attacked by enemies, so they naturally won't take the caravan into consideration."

"Is that true?" Joy arose in his heart as Fang Cheng excitedly said.

"Mm. I'll go investigate. You two don't need to worry about me. I'll be back before dawn." Nodding his head, Qingyang directly flew up into the air and left. As for Fang Cheng, he told this news to the still nervous caravan members. Naturally, there was a wave of cheers.

Dozens of miles were crossed in just a few breaths of time by Qingyang. Now that he had mysteriously lost his breath, even a Divine Sun powerhouse wouldn't be able to see through his cultivation. At most, they would only think of him as an ordinary person.

He found a secret place several hundred meters away from the concave ground and landed. He squinted and looked into the concave ground. Broken limbs were everywhere on the ground, and not a single corpse was left intact. The thick smell of blood that assaulted his face made him frown.

A figure flashed in the sky as a series of furious roars and magnificent immortal techniques appeared one after another. Waves of violent ripples exploded in the air as the scattered air currents lifted up the giant tree within a hundred meters.

The ink-like night sky was dyed brilliant by the various air explosions. From time to time, people would roar in anger, from time to time, people would laugh maliciously, and from time to time, people would cry out in pain.

Whose robe was the blood stained on?

Whose neck did the sword pierce?

The heads that flew up, the severed limbs, the unwilling eyes, and the wanton laughter painted the entire mountain of corpses into a mournful scene of blood and ink.