Chapter 658: The Eight Trigrams Furnace!

The silver vase shatters, water and pulp bursting forth!

The three-pointed, double-edged blade in Mu Yang's hand emitted a buzzing sound like bees, cold light flashing like thunder and lightning.

The tip pierced through the pursuer's head, tearing it apart.

However, there was no feedback of hitting a solid body; what was pierced was merely a mass of air, an afterimage lingering on the retina that had not yet completely dissipated.

At the moment Mu Yang made his move, Tang Luo had already stepped to the side.

With a relaxed expression, he dodged Mu Yang's strike.

Mu Yang's expression did not change, his lips pressed lightly together; his wrist turned, and he simultaneously swept the spear horizontally, changing a thrust into a chop.

Both sides of the three-pointed, double-edged blade were likewise sharpened; coupled with Mu Yang's strength, it was enough to cut open and smash stubborn rock and steel, unstoppable.

Tang Luo extended a finger, pressing against the three-pointed, double-edged blade: "Not bad, you've improved since yesterday."

Mu Yang withdrew his spear, then chopped again.

Tang Luo still easily blocked it with a finger.

Wielding the three-pointed, double-edged blade in his hand, he even stirred up gusts of wind, cold light continuously erupting beside Tang Luo.

At a glance, a silver "profusion of flowers and brocade clusters," yet concealing endless killing intent.

Provoke, thrust, chop, smash!

Even one or two Heavenly Spike Star people joining forces could not withstand such an attack; they would have long been chopped into over a hundred pieces by Mu Yang.

Yet Tang Luo stood in place, unmoving, using merely a single finger to block all of Mu Yang's attacks.

Withdrawing his spear, focusing his spirit and calming his breath for a second, Mu Yang leaped up, stabbing at Tang Luo in mid-air.

The three-pointed, double-edged blade and the man together "boomed" toward Tang Luo.

Awe-inspiring momentum.

Tang Luo retreated a few steps, lightly and casually dodging Mu Yang's final strike.

Stone fragments flew and scattered.

A shallow pit appeared on the ground; standing up, Mu Yang narrowed his eyes and glanced at Tang Luo, then without a word turned and left.

One could see that during the battle just now, the scar at a point above his brow, with the surging of Qi and blood, had turned a deep red.

Like a third slender eye.

Now that the battle was over, his whole body's "boiling" Qi and blood calmed down, the deep red color faded, and it didn't look as conspicuous as before.

"Continue running tomorrow, Yang Jian." Tang Luo said from behind.

Mu Yang's advancing footsteps involuntarily paused.

Forcefully suppressing the urge to turn back and fight three hundred rounds with this person, to kill him or be killed by him.

This was the sixth day since encountering this white-haired demonic person.

Since that day they met, this white-haired man would appear every day, not quite on time, then chase him wildly for a while, and finally they would fight a battle — or rather, it only ended after he unilaterally bullied the little friend.

Mu Yang's heart burned with rage, wishing he could chop him into eighteen pieces.

Just like chopping Heavenly Spike Star people.

However, he couldn't win; an ironclad fact lay before Mu Yang.

As a warrior, he had to face this bleak reality.

Since he couldn't win, he could only flee — a strategic retreat is not shameful.

To shake off this person, Mu Yang had already used every method, but the other's tracking methods, like his strength, were strong without equal.

No matter how Mu Yang hid, the next day he would be found by him, and they would fight again.

Today was their sixth exchange; after one battle, Mu Yang couldn't even be bothered to run anymore, instead leaving in quick steps.

Anyway, after fighting, the other party wouldn't chase anymore.

Provided the two ran a sufficient distance.

Mu Yang hadn't not tried meeting this person in his optimal state, or ambushing him, all to no avail.

After fighting, he still had to run.

To temporarily shake off the other party, two conditions had to be met: one, run together under the sunset, recalling a damn youth that never existed.

Two, the two fight a battle, not necessarily to the death, but Mu Yang must go all out, holding nothing back.

Only then would today's task be considered complete, and he could "get off work and go home."

Mu Yang, who had never experienced 996 in this life, was experiencing the life of a corporate slave these past few days.

After walking two steps, Mu Yang stopped, turning to look at Tang Luo.

Discovering this person still standing in place, smiling as he looked at himself, the little white beast on his shoulder also staring wide-eyed at himself.

For some reason, when seeing this little white beast, Mu Yang would give rise to some impulse to get close.

For example, pet its head, smooth its fur.

A bit of a tendency to develop into a foolish pooper-scooper who can't control himself upon seeing a kitty.

This made Mu Yang very puzzled.

He was a cold, ruthless man, never having liked any small animals; the dogs in the base, when they saw him, all tucked their tails in fright.

Obedient to his commands, even more well-behaved than in front of their owners.

Mu Yang had also never thought of rubbing those dogs' heads.

What is special about this little white beast?

Additionally, although unwilling to admit it, Mu Yang saw that little white beast lying on that white-haired person's shoulder, and felt a bit displeased.

He also couldn't distinguish where this subtle displeasure came from.

Just felt something was off.

"You keep saying Yang Jian, what exactly do you mean?" Exhaling a mouthful of turbid breath, Mu Yang asked.

"I'm calling you." Tang Luo said.

"Me?" Mu Yang said. "I've never had amnesia."

From childhood to now, he remembered everything; there was nothing strange or missing, and he had never been lost in the middle of the night, wondering who he was, where he was.

Tang Luo merely smiled. "Later you'll know."

He chased after Yang Jian, ran after him, beat him — naturally there was a purpose, not simply for play.

The purpose was to help Yang Jian recall his past life as quickly as possible.

Running under the setting sun — that was Yang Jian's lost youth.

After several days of chasing and beating, one could feel Mu Yang's strength growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Everything Tang Luo did was for Yang Jian's own good; he was truly the number one doting fan.

"Who are you, then?" Not getting the answer he wanted, Mu Yang asked another question.

These past few days he'd been holding it in uncomfortably; he had to ask.

Before he rarely asked questions — a persona of only acting, not speaking — and it was a bit on the verge of collapse.

"I'm the idol you admire plus a friend." Tang Luo said.

"..."

Mu Yang's hand gripping the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade tightened; he nearly started a second battle.

Idol and friend?

Like hell I believe you! The moment I see you I get an urge to chop you!

And this urge is growing more and more obvious.

"Anything else you want to ask? I know everything and hold nothing back." Tang Luo said with a smile.

Mu Yang felt this guy was like after-sales customer service — using the best attitude to give the most infuriating responses.

He turned and left; he wasn't putting up with this!

"Then we'll meet tomorrow." Tang Luo bid farewell from behind.

"Fine."

Mu Yang replied with one sentence.

"Outstanding results, Doggy." Tang Luo said.

"Meow meow meow?" Xiaotian Quan couldn't see what results there were.

"Look, yesterday I said 'see you tomorrow' and he said 'scram'; today I said 'see you tomorrow' and he replied 'fine'." Tang Luo analyzed. "What does this mean? It means he's already starting to accept running under the setting sun, because that is his youth; before long, he'll remember who he is."

"..." Xiaotian Quan also felt something wasn't quite right, but — as long as the master is happy.

She's just a harmless little kitty.

Stretching his body, Tang Luo prepared to find a place to rest; suddenly he looked up at the sky, his eyes narrowing.

His person vanished instantly; the spot he'd been standing immediately caved in, forming a large pit.

In the sky, an object was plummeting at high speed.

A stretch of crimson red, even faintly showing burning flames — one couldn't help but think of meteorites, shooting stars, things like that.

The vanished Tang Luo appeared beneath this "meteorite," raising his hand.

The high-speed falling object instantly stopped, caught mid-way by Tang Luo, lifted and held in his grasp.

That thing looked like a humanoid creature, but its body glowed with red light, its specific appearance unclear.

Additionally its figure was much more massive.

Tang Luo glanced at it, frowned slightly, and threw the held Zhu Bajie downward.

Right beneath his feet was a lake.

With a "splash," Zhu Bajie entered the water; the originally calm lake instantly boiled, releasing large amounts of white water vapor.

In an instant it formed a dense fog covering the entire lake surface.

This lake was on a mountain peak rarely visited by people; no need to worry about this strange change attracting anyone's attention.

"Master, Old Pig is going to die." Soon, Zhu Bajie's miserable cries came from the lake.

"Die what? You haven't even activated Kaiguang; it's just superficial injuries." Tang Luo waved his hand; a fierce wind rose, dispersing the dense fog.

One could see the lake's water level had dropped by more than a meter.

Zhu Bajie floated on the water, revealing his true pig head; his body had grown considerably larger, wearing a black robe, protruding a big belly, seemingly serving as a life ring.

And his exposed skin, including his head, was entirely crimson red.

At a glance, he looked like a giant roast pig.

"Just now I felt like I almost died." Zhu Bajie circled in the lake water. "Master, is it really just superficial injuries?"

"Mm." Tang Luo landed on the lake surface, feet treading water, ripples spreading out. "You were struck by heavenly lightning into this state?"

"No, not heavenly lightning." Zhu Bajie turned his body around, only revealing a pig head on the lake surface, looking like it could be taken straight to the market and sold.

It could still fetch a high price — such a big pig head.

"After the heavenly lightning, were there any further changes?" Tang Luo asked.

He called them superficial injuries, but Zhu Bajie was actually quite badly hurt; that formation was indeed no small matter.

"Master you absolutely won't guess — what burned me like this was the Six Ding Divine Fire!" Zhu Bajie flapped about.

His whole body transmitted a searing, stinging pain.

Six Ding Divine Fire — the flame of Taishang Laojun's Eight Trigrams Furnace!

No wonder it had such power, burning Zhu Bajie to this state.

Frankly speaking, this flame is truly capable of killing Zhu Bajie.

In the Mountains and Seas Realm, Red Boy's Samadhi True Fire is already a top-tier powerful flame.

Before the Six Ding Divine Fire, it's a bit insufficient.

Back then, a single wisp of Six Ding Divine Fire formed the eight-hundred-li Flaming Mountains, and Red Boy comprehended and cultivated the Samadhi True Fire within the Flaming Mountains.

To speak of a father-son relationship is a bit of an exaggeration.

But from the "birth" of the Samadhi True Fire, one can also see the gap with the Six Ding Divine Fire.

Not to mention, the Six Ding Divine Fire is the fire of the Supreme Lord Laozi's Eight Trigrams Furnace.

"It's not the Supreme Lord." Tang Luo said.

In the Mountains and Seas Realm, whether the Six Ding Divine Fire belongs solely to the Supreme Lord Laozi counts as a mystery.

And Tang Luo guessed it wasn't the Supreme Lord; the reason was very simple: if it truly was the Supreme Lord using the Six Ding Divine Fire to burn Zhu Bajie.

Then Zhu Bajie would have had absolutely no chance to fall down as a "roast pig."

Zhu Bajie shook his head: "After the heavenly thunder comes the divine fire array; I made a mistake, luckily I ran fast."

"Put that way..." Tang Luo's eyebrows rose.

"The Eight Trigrams Furnace!"

Zhu Bajie took up Tang Luo's thread: "Master, we're definitely inside the Eight Trigrams Furnace!"