Chapter 372: Too easy to talk, huh?

Not only Lu Ying, but other scattered cultivator experts also wanted to request to join Place: Baiyun Guan.

Qin Yang does not turn away anyone who comes.

As long as one's character is not problematic, anyone can join.

Even if one's character has minor flaws, but does not betray righteousness, rushing to aid Daoguo and fighting those foreign Shénmíng, one can join Place: Baiyun Guan.

There are still some with sinister intentions.

These people, Qin Yang directly refuses.

Among those who rushed to aid Daoguo, there are also some with different motives.

Keeping such people around is a disaster.

Qin Yang's cultivation has now achieved Tiānxiān, but his true strength is comparable to that of a Mysterious Immortal expert.

He can perceive the mental fluctuations of some strong ones, similar to the Buddhist heart-penetrating ability.

Trying to lie in front of Qin Yang is extremely difficult.

"Send them on another trip to Purgatory."

Ying Zheng found Chiyou.

Chiyou's expression was strange, staring at Ying Zheng.

Last time Ying Zheng was killed and came back.

This time he actually still wants to go.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

Chiyou asked.

"Qin Yang's strength has risen to this point; what do I have to fear? Lack of strength is truly terrifying."

Ying Zheng said seriously.

The Earth Immortal level, although among these people now, counts as quite strong.

But compared to Qin Yang, it's simply not able to withstand a single blow.

When he first saw Qin Yang, their strengths were not much different.

Now, however, he has such a great gap with him.

This emperor of the ages has been aroused with a competitive spirit.

"Alright, but you must be careful; if you fall in Purgatory, even your soul will be completely devoured."

Chiyou reminded.

Ying Zheng nodded, he said in a deep voice: "Cultivator, unafraid of death, should act Nìtiān; if cultivation were that easy, wouldn't the world be full of Great Luo Golden Immortals?"

Seeing his determined appearance, Chiyou nodded.

"I now have a bit of admiration for you; only then can you be considered a true practitioner."

Chiyou sighed.

At this moment, Ying Zheng suddenly smiled.

"Moreover, I have already set up a means; if I die, I will still be like last time, with a substitute body taking my death and transmitting myself back, so there's no need to worry about safety."

Chiyou originally admired Ying Zheng, but now it all turned into speechlessness.

He thought Ying Zheng had a lot of courage.

He didn't expect Ying Zheng had already prepared a retreat.

He glanced contemptuously at Ying Zheng; Chiyou felt that just now he had utterly wasted his expression.

He casually slapped Ying Zheng into Purgatory.

Then he said to Qin Yang: "Let's go, help me get something."

"Found it?"

Qin Yang asked.

"Mm, the Iron-eating Beast found it; this thing is still somewhat useful."

Chiyou's mouth corners slightly rose; obviously he was in a good mood.

"Forgiven it?"

Qin Yang asked curiously.

He still thought Chiyou could never forgive the Iron-eating Beast.

Now it seems he is not as heartless as imagined.

Chiyou shook his head, expression disdainful.

"I can only say I don't blame it, but it wants to be my mount again, which is impossible."

Qin Yang was not surprised either.

Back when the Iron-eating Beast betrayed Chiyou, Qin Yang had thought of this.

"Let's go."

After Chiyou finished speaking, he brought Qin Yang and flew directly outside Long Guo.

"Your physical body is not inside the country?"

Qin Yang was startled.

Chiyou nodded.

They arrived at the ocean's surface, then dove headfirst into the water.

Qin Yang also followed into the ocean's surface.

The two opened a path of immortal light and swam toward the deep seabed.

No one knows how far they descended downward; here there is not a glimmer of light.

This is already an extremely deep seabed.

Qin Yang calculated and found he had descended at least over 8,000 meters.

With another over 2,000 meters, he would reach the depth of the Mariana Trench.

If it were an ordinary person, they would already have been crushed here.

At this moment, a point of light appeared before Qin Yang's eyes.

A building resembling a dragon palace appeared before him.

The halls stretched endlessly, flashing with five-colored light.

This made Qin Yang somewhat startled.

"There is a dragon palace that has sealed a piece of my body; help me retrieve it."

Chiyou said.

Qin Yang nodded and said, "Wait a moment."

"Wait a moment."

Chiyou shouted.

Qin Yang felt some doubt, but still stopped his steps.

"There is an old dragon of Mysterious Immortal level there; be careful, if you can't beat it don't force it, we'll wait a bit longer and act later."

Chiyou reminded.

A Mysterious Immortal-level dragon?

Qin Yang felt somewhat excited.

He had never seen a dragon before.

He never expected that inside this dragon palace there actually was a dragon.

"Don't worry, in the purgatory I have slain a Mysterious Immortal-level flood dragon."

Qin Yang said confidently.

He directly entered the dragon palace.

At that moment, a huge figure appeared in the dragon palace.

The towering palaces, beneath that figure, all seemed somewhat tiny.

It was a dragon, thousands of zhàng long, with twin horns on its head, the horns sharp as if they could pierce anything.

The dragon's claws flashed with a sharp cold light, able to easily tear apart the body of a huge beast.

Each scale was larger than a grinding disc, flashing with a metallic sheen, obviously very solid and hard to pierce.

The true dragon opened its huge mouth, its fangs flashing with cold light, terrifying to the extreme.

Qin Yang had no doubt that if bitten by this dragon, even a Mysterious Immortal body would be instantly severed in two.

Although the true dragon is called an auspicious omen, as a symbol of emperors.

But the true dragon is ultimately a top-tier divine beast, the apex of the food chain; every part of its body has evolved for killing, with no superfluous parts.

The icy gaze fell upon Qin Yang's body, instantly making his heart sink.

Although he had cultivated the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Arts, he was ultimately only at the Tiānxiān level.

If he were also of Mysterious Immortal level, Qin Yang could easily suppress this dragon.

But now that is absolutely impossible; a fierce battle is needed.

Xiǎng dào zhèlǐ, Qin Yang's hand flashed with light, and then the Ten Thousand Souls Banner appeared above his head; he had already prepared for the great battle.

The true dragon's pair of huge eyes stared at Qin Yang, like two golden blazing suns, vast and majestic.

Seeing Qin Yang's appearance of wanting to Dòngshǒu, the true dragon's eyes moved, then shrank, and finally transformed into a handsome youth with horns on his head.

He wore golden battle attire, his eyes fixed on Qin Yang, with a look of apprehension.

"I am a civilized dragon; I don't like fighting. Take whatever you want, I can give it to you."

The youth spoke, his voice full of apprehension.

This left Qin Yang somewhat speechless.

He had thought the other side would rebuke him, even shout that he was an ant.

Who would have thought, a dragon would be so cowardly, directly not wanting to fight.

"I want Chiyou's body."

Qin Yang said.

"Sure, I'll give it to you."

The youth said, then threw over a bronze coffin; Qin Yang could sense that inside was Chiyou's body, which he was quite familiar with.

"Wèishénme?"

Qin Yang couldn't help but ask.

The other side is really easy to talk to.