Chapter 435: It's a matter of divine common sense, I understand

This was the first time in a hundred years that he had walked out of the stone house during the day.

Zhang Xingyu was a little nervous. He didn't want to disturb the peace of the gods and demons, but he didn't want to be trapped here forever either. He wanted to try.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Stepping over the threshold of the stone house, he stepped onto the small path of the cemetery paved with bluestone slabs.

Along the way, the gods and demons formed by Spiritual Aura looked at him and then walked away laughing and joking.

Zhang Xingyu's heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled down. It seemed that the gods and demons didn't mind his existence.

So, he followed the small path of the cemetery, following behind the bustling gods and demons toward Tang Bushan's grave.

Turning a corner, passing through several low grave mounds, and walking for not long, a tall grave appeared before his eyes.

In his field of vision, Tang Bushan's tall grave was already covered with cracks like a spider web. The huge stone sword in front of the grave was still there, but the thick sword body was also full of cracks as if it had been smashed by a heavy hammer.

In the center of the giant sword, a figure was swaying gently. Although his hair was already gray and wrinkles covered his forehead, a pair of sharp eyes were still open under those two sword-like eyebrows.

This Tang Bushan was indeed extraordinary; even though he was about to perish completely, the arrogance on his body remained undiminished.

Seeing a god or demon approaching, Tang Bushan coughed and chuckled: "Cough cough, haha, I'm about to die completely. I've been looking forward to this day for a long time."

When Zhang Xingyu walked up close, Tang Bushan stopped coughing and chuckling. He closed his eyes and remained motionless, as if he were taking a nap. Zhang Xingyu paused in front of Tang Bushan's grave. Just as his footsteps were about to move, the white shadow napping on the stone sword suddenly opened its eyes again.

"Young man, I want to die in my hometown." An old voice rang in Zhang Xingyu's ear.

Zhang Xingyu turned his head and looked at Tang Bushan on the stone sword: "It's a matter of divine common sense, I understand."

"Although I died in battle outside, I want to die completely in my hometown. In my hometown, there are high hills and evergreen pines and cypresses."

"I understand. Fallen leaves return to their roots, souls return to their hometown."

"I mean, I want to return to my hometown to die. Young man, can you help me?"

"This, Senior, although I really want to help you, my cultivation is low, I'm afraid I can't help you with anything."

"You can help me. I know, you can do it. Please!"

Tang Bushan's true spirit coughed on the stone sword, like a ball of light about to be extinguished at any moment.

Just then, Sunday popped out from nowhere: "Haha, haha, Tang Bushan is going to have a feast, Tang Bushan is going to have a feast." Sunday seemed very happy; in his world, other people's death was a happy event.

Zhang Xingyu shook his head speechlessly.

Tang Bushan was not annoyed at all: "Death is not terrible. Little fellow, being able to die in one's hometown is the best."

"Master, look at how pitiful old guy Tang Bushan is, why don't you just help him!" Sunday said to Zhang Xingyu.

"Alright! It's just that I don't know how I can help you." Zhang Xingyu said to Tang Bushan. For this once-famous figure in the God Domain—Zhang Xingyu believed he must have been a famous figure—for this old man who was about to die completely, Zhang Xingyu really wanted to help him from the bottom of his heart.

It's just that helping a god or demon's true spirit return to its hometown, the difficulty coefficient of this task should be at least ten stars.

Seeing Zhang Xingyu agree, Tang Bushan's furrowed forehead gently relaxed, revealing a smile uglier than crying.

"Cough cough cough!"

Suddenly, Tang Bushan coughed violently.

Accompanied by a violent cough, his light and shadow appeared and disappeared on the stone pillar, as if he were about to break off at any moment.

Tang Bushan coughed for a while and then spat out a tiny point of light from his mouth. As soon as this point of light reached the air, it kept rotating and growing larger. Before long, this point of light turned into a round ball the size of a fist. The surface of the round ball was covered with dense patterns and numbers; one didn't need to look closely to know that this was a map.

Tang Bushan pointed to a very dazzling number with a finger like a withered branch: "Young man, that is my hometown. Please, use your God Bridge to send me back."

God Bridge?

Hearing Tang Bushan say this, Zhang Xingyu suddenly remembered the pile of broken bricks he had picked up in the lagoon. In the lagoon, he had used this pile of broken bricks to build a God Bridge, helping him and Gu Yuyao and others cross the Golden Sea. At this moment, that pile of broken bricks was lying quietly in his storage ring, sleeping. Although he knew that this pile of broken bricks was extraordinary, Zhang Xingyu didn't pay too much attention to them. Firstly, their appearance was really not very good, and secondly, he had already learned all the runes on this pile of broken bricks.

Zhang Xingyu reached out and summoned, and the broken bricks in the storage ring flew out one after another. The moment he summoned the broken bricks, the gods and demons who were still strolling and chatting in the cemetery looked toward his direction one after another. When they saw clearly that it was a pile of broken bricks, their faces revealed expressions of disappointment. These gods and demons turned their heads away, each busy with their own affairs, each chatting about their own things, and never looked at this place again.

Tang Bushan was very disappointed, so disappointed that he wanted to die. Back then, when he heard from Sunday that Zhang Xingyu had a God Bridge, his heart was very excited. Heaven did not treat him badly after all, giving him the hope of returning to his hometown to die. Who knew that what Zhang Xingyu took out was not a God Bridge, but a pile of broken bricks.

The fire of hope in Tang Bushan's eyes was extinguished.

Zhang Xingyu didn't care about the expressions of Tang Bushan and those god and demon true spirits. He waved his hand, and a golden cloud rushed out of his brow. The cloud flew higher and higher, growing larger and larger, and before long, it covered the entire cemetery. Streaks of silvery-white lightning flickered in the cloud, as if it would turn the cemetery into a world of thunder at any moment.

The leisurely god and demon true spirits were shocked. A gust of breeze blew past, and the god and demon true spirits all disappeared without a trace. After a long time, discovering that no thunder had fallen, a few god and demon true spirit shadows slowly appeared on the tombstones in front of their graves. These god and demon true spirits were trembling, with expressions of doubt and fear on their faces, obviously frightened by the thunder just now.

Zhang Xingyu waved his hand again. In a moment, the broken bricks at his feet flew up one after another. Before long, these bricks were spliced into a golden, shining God Bridge. The God Bridge extended into the void, and the destination was exactly the string of shining coordinates on the surface of the round ball.

Zhang Xingyu stepped onto the God Bridge. Before Zhang Xingyu could speak, Sunday, who had been impatient, jumped onto the God Bridge. Sunday reached the middle of the God Bridge in two or three steps, then turned back and waved at Tang Bushan, who was dumbfounded: "Tang Bushan, hurry up!"

"Swish!"

A golden light flashed, and the three people on the God Bridge disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, the god and demon true spirits rushed out of their graves one after another.

"Wait for us, we want to go back too." The shouts resounded throughout the entire cemetery.

Inside the stone house, the old man who wouldn't die suddenly opened his closed eyes. He flipped up from the broken chair with a somersault and rushed out of the door in one stride. While running, he shouted loudly toward the direction where the golden bridge disappeared: "Wait for the old guy, wait for the old guy. If I don't go back, I really won't be able to die!" ===== CHAPTER 436 =====