lerbook Chapter 182: The Ghost Tree - Wen Gaoyang
Chapter 182: The Ghost Tree - Wen Gaoyang
After listening to the old man's words, Zhang Ping seemed to be deep in thought.
An old man... and related to the ghost tree...
With a flick of his finger, a wisp of blood and energy, controlled by his thoughts, drew the shape of a person on the ground.
"Is this the person?"
"That's right! That's him!" The old man became excited when he saw the portrait drawn by Zhang Ping.
At the same time, his face showed extreme fear.
This person casually transformed his son into a completely different person and even made himself an idiot. He must be a martial arts expert like Zhang Ping.
They are not people that ordinary people like them can afford to mess with.
Upon receiving confirmation from the elderly man, Zhang Ping's face turned serious.
Wen Gaoyang!
I never expected it to really be him. Why would he come to Zhantai Mountain?
Or is the Wengaoyang of today still the same Wengaoyang of the past?
With thoughts swirling in his mind, Zhang Ping casually wiped away the portrait on the ground.
I then asked the old man about Zhantai Mountain, especially its ancient legends and unique features.
The old man spoke freely about everything he knew.
Having obtained the information he needed, Zhang Ping did not linger and turned to fly into the night.
......
Deep within Zhantai Mountain, poisonous obstacles roam freely, shrouded in mist.
Countless eyes were watching Zhang Ping as he walked through the shadows.
Zhang Ping remained fearless, casually crushing a small, venomous snake that flew towards him, and traversed a forest of jagged rocks. He arrived before a smooth cliff face a hundred meters high.
Looking at the naturally formed cliff face in front of him, he stopped in his tracks.
"This is it..."
A golden light flashed in Zhang Ping's eyes as he caught some subtle traces. He then followed the instructions on the animal skin scroll given to him by Ruan Qiuhe and made a few taps on the cliff face.
Abundant blood and energy flowed into the acupoint as it was pressed.
After a flurry of clicks, the smooth cliff face rippled like water, revealing a cave entrance emitting a yellow light.
The moment the cave entrance appeared, a powerful, primal aura surged forth!
boom--!
The aura spread extremely quickly, instantly engulfing the entire Zhantai Mountain!
The howling beasts in the night sky fell silent instantly.
"Such a powerful aura!" Zhang Ping's eyes lit up with vigilance. This aura was too powerful; even he couldn't judge its level.
The only word that can be used to describe it is "powerful".
So far, the descriptions on the animal skin scroll have been accurate, but we must remain vigilant on the journey ahead.
He looked up at the sky.
The crescent moon, which was bright and clear just a moment ago, turned an eerie red as it appeared at the cave entrance.
The red moon has arrived!
call--
Calming himself down, Zhang Ping stepped into the cave entrance.
As you travel along, the rough, primitive stone walls on both sides are covered with distorted murals.
It's somewhat like the archaeological record-keeping practices of primitive people, which tell a story in a scattered and disordered manner.
At first, he stopped to observe Zhang Ping closely, but later found that he couldn't understand it at all. It wasn't any of the stories he knew, so he stopped paying attention.
The distance of the cave passage was unexpectedly far; by the time we arrived at the center of the cave, we had already traveled dozens of miles!
Zhang Ping estimated that, based on the downward angle, this was probably the central underground location of the entire Zhantai Mountain.
"This is...!"
As he stepped inside, the scene before him instantly made Zhang Ping's eyes widen!
The cave is enormous, towering over a thousand meters high! Its extent is unknown.
Contrary to the expected desolation and darkness, countless plants were growing here! Glowing firefly grass, two-meter-tall ginseng branches that had already blossomed with fruit the size of a fist, and some strange little shrubs of unknown species growing in the middle.
What caught Zhang Ping's attention most was an altar made of gray and white boulders, sitting in the center of the space, exuding an ancient atmosphere.
On the altar, the head of an ancient demon!
A huge, black-haired head floated above the altar.
Its head and face are ferocious and terrifying, with two horns on its head, resembling a bull demon.
Zhang Ping's attention was not on the head, but rather fixed on the black figure sitting slumped directly below the altar.
In his right hand, a long sword quietly materialized.
"Wen Gaoyang".
The black figure slowly stood up and turned around amidst thousands of fireflies.
A withered yet familiar face appeared before Zhang Ping.
"Long time no see, young friend Zhang Ping." Black energy swirled in Wen Gaoyang's pupils, and several withered tree roots protruded undisguised from his sleeves.
It twists and wriggles, like tentacles.
Seeing this, Zhang Ping finally realized that the person he brought back from Ghost Cloud Mountain was definitely not Wen Gaoyang!
Or rather, it is definitely not the Wen Gaoyang of the past!
"I'll be waiting for you here."
Before Zhang Ping could speak, Wen Gaoyang approached step by step. At the same time, his dry, wrinkled lips moved:
"You must have been tricked by that phoenix, right? Heh, demons, you're good at fooling people."
Zhang Ping suddenly raised his hand, stopping Wen Gaoyang, who was less than 100 meters away.
His face was cold: "Why I'm here is none of your concern. However, today I will kill you to avenge Elder Wen!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a gray phantom rose up behind him, its powerful force poised to be unleashed!
But before Zhang Ping could make a move, Wen Gaoyang calmly raised his hand and bowed towards the altar, saying, "Your Majesty, martial arts are forbidden here."
Upon seeing this, Zhang Ping's pupils contracted, and he was about to make a move!
Suddenly, they sensed an unparalleled power erupting from the direction of the altar! It instantly shattered the ghostly blade phantom behind them!
"Hmph..." Zhang Ping grunted, the illusory image being shattered causing him some internal injuries.
Fortunately, the animal-patterned brand was quickly repaired.
"Hehe..." Wen Gaoyang chuckled twice, his old mouth twitching, seeing Zhang Ping's discomfiture. Then he spoke:
"This place is the central point of the seal between heaven and earth, the place where the head of the ancient demon is sealed at Zhantai Mountain. Anyone who wants to fight here will be suppressed."
Zhang Ping wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked coldly at Wen Gaoyang, and said:
"Really?"
Having said that, he raised his right hand.
Wen Gaoyang's smile widened further; he hadn't expected Zhang Ping to be such a stubborn and foolish person. He was preparing to see him suppressed by the altar again.
The next moment, his expression changed!
He stared at Zhang Ping in astonishment: "You?"
click-
With a tearing sound, Wen Gaoyang's body was instantly ripped in two!
The altar, which had just unleashed tremendous power, showed no reaction whatsoever at this moment.
Looking at Wen Gaoyang, who was torn in two, Zhang Ping's expression did not soften; instead, he frowned.
Wen Gaoyang's body was split in two, and tree roots sprouted from the crack in the middle, stitching his body back together like needle and thread!
"Mysterious power!" Now that his body had recovered, Wen Gaoyang no longer had the composure he had before when facing Zhang Ping. Instead, he exclaimed in amazement as he looked Zhang Ping up and down.
"Incredible! This power can actually evade the surveillance of the Heaven and Earth's seal! You are indeed no ordinary person!"
"That phoenix has finally done something good. Let's cooperate. You will bring me good luck, and I will help you get what you want!" Wen Gaoyang's expression gradually became fanatical, and tree roots stretched out from under his feet, taking root in the ground.
The surrounding glowing grass slowly withered, and his figure grew taller and taller, his limbs turning into tree trunks, his hair into branches, and his face embedded in the bark.
A withered human body, a mutated tree form!