C192 A Heavenly Oath!

Jian Ping thought for a while and nodded. He said solemnly, "Okay! I'll take it!"

"Okay!" Yem Zhi, who was full of confidence and smiling, was stunned when he heard Jian Ping's words.

In his original imagination, Jian Ping would definitely not agree.

Even though he knew that this was a dead end, he, Jian Ping, still wanted to crawl into your trap. Furthermore, even though he knew that he was going to die, he was still willing to enter.

One look and one could tell that Jian Ping was not that kind of stupid person. Instead, he was full of shrewdness.

And he knew that he was going to die, yet he still agreed to Yem Zhi's conditions. This made Yem Zhi stunned.

Yem Zhi looked at Jian Ping with doubt in his eyes. He guessed in his heart, could it be that this Jian Ping had some other trick up his sleeve?

However, once the words were spoken, it would be like pouring water. Would he be able to take it back?

"What!? I don't dare!" Jian Ping looked at Yem Zhi with a mocking smile.

"I dare not! Haha!" Yem Zhi's pupils shrank and he laughed loudly, "There's nothing that I don't dare to do!"

"Furthermore, you are the first person to say that I do not dare! Jian Ping, you can die in peace!" Yem Zhi said in a deep voice.

Boom!

As soon as Yem Zhi finished speaking, he immediately started writing on the notebook in his left hand. The strokes were so forceful.

Hu!

Jian Ping let out a breath and murmured, "This will be a disaster even if I keep it!"

A disaster! That was a last resort that could threaten an Immortal Emperor. In Jian Ping's mouth, it had actually become a disaster.

If the people in the outside world knew that using an ultimate move that could threaten an Immortal Emperor to deal with a mere Golden Immortal Stage brat, who knew how many people would scold Jian Ping for squandering!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Once again, six white beams shot out from the thin book. Adding those that remained in the air, there were a total of nine beams.

Jian Ping looked at the nine beams of white light with a solemn expression. The sword essence in his body quietly flowed into the Heaven Punishing Sword in his hand.

The Heaven Punishing Sword trembled, and a wave rippled out.

"Go!" Yem Zhi waved his hand, and the six white beams of light gathered together with the previous three beams of light. In an instant, they shot towards Jian Ping.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Wherever the nine white beams of light went, the space seemed to collapse, and black holes appeared one after another.

"Nine Spell Formation!" Yem Zhi suddenly shouted.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

As soon as Yem Zhi's voice faded, the nine white beams of light were arranged in a mysterious way. Waves of obscure aura were attracted but did not emit.

Jian Ping's expression became serious. The nine beams of light were combined by Yem Zhi using a formation.

Formation! This was a different term from other terms.

A person who knew how to arrange formations, commonly known as - Formation Masters, would not be an ordinary person.

A formation master could sometimes be compared to thousands of soldiers.

And the nine white beams in front of him were combined by Yem Zhi in the form of a formation. The power was not one plus one, but many times more.

When these nine white beams were combined, the pressure emitted by them instantly crushed the space.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The Heaven Punishing Sword in Jian Ping's hand continuously trembled as Jian Ping continuously poured sword essence into it. It became faster and faster, and it even produced streams of air.

Hua!

The nine white beams of light instantly surrounded Jian Ping and occupied eight positions. The remaining white beam of light flew to Jian Ping's head and stood in the air.

Hua! Hua! Hua!

The nine white light beams stood still, and a white smoke instantly enveloped Jian Ping, blocking the vision of the people outside.

Perhaps, only those peerless expert could see the scene within.

Jian Ping felt as if he was in a vast ocean, a vast sea of righteous energy.

Raising his head and lowering his head, it was all righteousness. He felt that if he stayed here for too long, he would become a part of the righteousness.

He shook his head, threw away the feeling in his heart, and looked around solemnly.

The surroundings were a vast expanse of whiteness, and on this white foundation, a powerful Nature Energy fluttered out.

"Yem Zhi, what do you mean by this?! Do you want to assimilate me?!" Jian Ping said faintly.

"That's right! I want to assimilate you into the Boundless Vital Energy and enhance my body so that I can break through to the next realm as soon as possible!" Yem Zhi's voice came from the white world.

"You can fight me for so long with just a sword. It's obvious that the cultivation technique you're cultivating is not an ordinary technique."

"I need more and more cultivation techniques to increase the strength of my cultivation technique. The two of us can match"

Yem Zhi's slightly proud voice passed through the white world and entered Jian Ping's ears.

"Hmph!" Jian Ping snorted coldly. However, his heart was filled with joy!

At least, he could protect the trace of magic power he had left behind in his previous life.

Although keeping it would be a disaster, a disaster was still better than not having a guarantee!

Yem Zhi wanted to assimilate him instead of killing him. This was exactly what Jian Ping wanted.

Assimilate! A mere Golden Immortal Stage brat actually dared to say that he wanted to assimilate him, an Immortal Emperor? If news of this got out, who knew how many jaws would drop.

Immortal Emperors were heroes in Immortal World. Although they weren't as strong as Immortal Venerables, Immortal Venerables were rarely seen. Usually, Immortal Emperors represented them and dealt with various matters.

As for Golden Immortals, they were merely in the Immortal Realm. In the eyes of Immortal Emperors, they were like ants, not even ants.

Today, a Golden Immortal Stage ant actually said that he wanted to assimilate a high and mighty Immortal Emperor. He didn't know whether to say that he was a newborn calf that wasn't afraid of tigers or laugh at him. There was a hole in his head.

"Jian Ping, it's too late for you to go back on your word now!" Yem Zhi's voice was heard once again.

"Go back on your word!" Jian Ping laughed. He, Jian Ping, had never changed his mind.

"How can I win?" Jian Ping said in a deep voice.

"Win!" Yem Zhi was shocked for a second and then laughed. "Win! What right do you have to say you win?"

"You don't need to care whether I have the right or not. You just need to tell me how to win!" Jian Ping shook his head and said.

"Impossible! You don't have a chance to win!" Yem Zhi suddenly said sternly.

"I have never tried it. How do I know I have no chance of winning? Humph!" Jian Ping also said in a cold voice.

"Good! As long as you can break this grand formation, you win!" Yem Zhi said in a deep voice, "How about it?"

"Break this grand array!" Jian Ping turned his head to look at the surrounding and the light beam above him, and said faintly, "That's good too! But..."

"But what?!" Yem Zhi waited for a long time, but he didn't hear Jian Ping's next words. He couldn't help but shout.

"But what if you do not keep your promise and break the promise?" Jian Ping said lightly.

"You don't keep your promise! You break the promise!" Yem Zhi exclaimed. "Will the Confucianism school break our promise?"

"That's hard to say!" Jian Ping shook his head and smiled.

"You... Okay, what do you think we should do to make you believe me?" Yem Zhi held back his anger and said softly.

"Swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao!" Jian Ping said in a deep voice and said in a solemn tone, "Only then can I trust you!"