Feng Xiaotian was silent for a while before speaking: "Brother Yang, does your leaving again this time have something to do with God?"
Yang Ping'an didn't deny it either: "In fact, compared to Bibi Dong and the other three, the four of you are not that far away."
"At your current age, as long as you break through to a Titled Douluo, you will basically be the youngest Titled Douluo in the history of the soul master world."
"Especially with your current martial arts and opportunities, as long as you practice hard, even if you don't reach level 100, level 99 should not be a big problem. Especially Brother Feng, you are a rare person with innate perfection. With soul power and a benign mutated martial soul, it is almost difficult for soul masters of the same level to encounter opponents.”
Everyone fell into silence again after hearing Yang Ping'an's words.
Shui Bing'er seemed a little worried: "Ping An, will there be any danger when you go out this time?"
Yang Ping'an couldn't help but laugh: "Bing'er, you don't have to worry about me. I've actually completed more than half of my assessment. There shouldn't be anything too dangerous next. It will only take a little more time."
"But Bing'er, you have to work hard to practice. One day in the future, I'm afraid many gods will appear on Douluo Continent. Douluo Continent may usher in a rare battle between gods. By then, I'm afraid there will really be destruction of the sky. The power of destroying the earth.”
Feng Xiaotian seemed to be stimulated. He raised his glass and said to Yang Ping'an: "Brother Yang, I have learned a lesson. I will be in seclusion starting tomorrow. I'm afraid I won't be able to see you off."
Yang Pingan picked up the wine glass and touched it with Feng Xiaotian: "Brother Feng, your hard work is obvious to all, and your talent is top-notch. I hope you can go further on the road of soul master."
The other three people also raised their glasses, each of them seemed to have high morale, and their goals became extremely clear.
After everyone left, Shui Bing'er seemed extremely attached to Yang Pingan's arms. The road to becoming a god is absolutely difficult and dangerous, and Yang Pingan needs to face these alone.
Shui Bing'er seemed very hesitant: "Ping An, when will you leave?"
Yang Ping'an's eyes seemed a little confused, but he soon became extremely determined: "Bing'er, I will leave tomorrow. The return date has not been determined yet. Maybe I will come back in a year and a half, or it may take a long time. You have to be careful. A little.”
"If you are really in danger, take your close ones to Poseidon Island. You are Poseidon's next high priest. You will be absolutely safe there, and even gods cannot despise it."
Shui Bing'er seemed a little puzzled: "Is God really that powerful? Is the process of becoming a God really that dangerous?"
Yang Ping'an couldn't help but smile: "Silly girl, you don't have to worry about me. Becoming a god is not difficult for me. I'm just a little worried about your safety, especially as things in the world are unpredictable."
"If you really encounter great danger and don't even have the chance to go to Poseidon Island, then you will enter the core area of the Far North. There is the legendary Ice God's inheritance there. Your martial arts The soul and the ice god happen to be extremely compatible, and there may be a chance of survival.”
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The next day, Yang Pingan left the Academy of Elements alone, preparing to go to the Death Forest again.
However, when Yang Ping'an stepped into the Death Forest again, the entire Death Forest seemed to have changed again. The soul beasts inside seemed to become extremely violent, as if they had lost some kind of restraint, especially the thundering Hell Vine that looked extremely crazy.
When Yang Pingan stepped into the Underground Palace of Death again, the Strange King seemed to have been waiting for Yang Pingan to return.
"Yang Pingan, it seems that you are ready for the next test of the God of Death. You should have thought about the difficulty of the next test."
At this moment, Yang Ping'an felt that the strength of the Weird King was not as unreachable as before. It even seemed to be much weaker than the last time he saw it, and he was not as lofty as a god at all.
Yang Ping'an saluted slightly: "Thank you, Lord Death, for your help. I want to complete the next assessment as soon as possible. I want to become the new Death as soon as possible."
The Strange King seemed extremely casual: "You should have already come into contact with other gods, so you should know even more clearly that the God of Death has fallen and can no longer give you any help. The next assessment needs to rely on your own strength."
Yang Ping'an's eyes looked extremely determined: "Whether he is a human or a god, a soul master needs to practice on his own. Otherwise, even if he inherits a powerful god, it will be meaningless and he will only be the weakest god in the world."
There was a trace of appreciation in King Weird's eyes: "You are so enlightened. You are worthy of being my chosen one. Next, I will conduct the final three assessments for you. If you fail the assessment, you may not necessarily die, but it may be more painful than death." A hundred times a thousand times.”
As the Weird King waved his hand, the space seemed to change rapidly. Yang Pingan followed the Weird King and seemed to come to a mysterious world, which was the underworld where he had completed the Wangchuan River assessment.
However, compared to the beginning, the whole world seems to have undergone some changes. There is nothing strange about this world. There is not even a breath of living or dead people. The whole world is empty. When Yang Ping'an came near the Wangchuan River again, he finally discovered the changes in the world. Originally, there was an unknown emptiness on the other side of the Wangchuan River. At this moment, a huge pagoda actually appeared on the other side of the river. The Tower of Death that I had experienced before.
And if you want to really get in touch with the Tower of the Dead God, you have to cross the Wangchuan River and walk through the Naihe Bridge. Yang Pingan only felt that this process seemed to be full of horror and unknown terror.
The strange king appeared in front of Yang Ping'an at this moment: "The Tower of Death is right opposite. As long as you can pick up the Tower of Death, you will pass the seventh level assessment."
"But this Naihe Bridge is one of the most dangerous places in the world. It will wash away all your memories, and even all your soul power and mental power. If you get lost in it, you will be like a walking zombie. Staying in the world for a lifetime may be the greatest punishment in the world.”
Yang Ping'an was surprised. He didn't expect that there was such an assessment in the world. So what was the significance of the assessment?
You must know that the inheritance assessment of gods in Yang Ping'an's impression is basically the training of the soul master, from the body to the suppression to the soul, and even to all parts of the body. It is basically the gradual transformation of the soul master's body into a divine body. , and finally accept the inheritance of the divine status and become a god.
But the assessment of the God of Death seems to be completely different. There seems to be some big secret in it, and there even seems to be some unknown possibility.
Yang Ping'an seemed to have thought of a certain question: "Excuse me, Lord Death, I remember that Lord once said that the underground palace of Death is in the Tower of Death. Didn't I just go to the other side of the Wangchuan River?"
There was a rare smile on King Weird's face: "You are quite alert. I remember you humans have a saying: Look at the mountain, not the mountain. Just because you are in this mountain, you are now in this small world, and you are also in the world of death. What is the difference between inside and outside the tower? ”
Yang Ping'an's face looked extremely ugly at the moment. He had indeed heard this sentence, but it would be as difficult as climbing to the sky to understand it. In front of him, he seemed to be in a dead situation, but he was in the tower, and It seems that outside the tower, it seems to have entered a very strange circle.
Yang Pingan gritted his teeth and walked directly to Naihe Bridge step by step.
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Just as the Weird King said, when he entered the Naihe Bridge, he just took one step, and some kind of memory seemed to be lost in his mind. Especially as he stepped in step by step, more and more memories were lost, and his mind There was confusion and emptiness, as if many things had been forgotten.
At this moment, Yang Pingan's mind seemed to be extremely painful, as if he was facing an extremely difficult multiple-choice question. If he continued to move forward, he might forget everything. If he took a step back, he might be able to remember things, but it would still be like an abyss.
"My name is Yang Ping'an. I come from Blue Star. This is the Douluo Continent. My father's name is Yu Xiaohui and my mother's name is Yang Yulan. I have struggled for countless years for revenge, and now I have finally completed my revenge."
When Yang Pingan crossed the last step of the Naihe Bridge, he tried his best to think of the things in this life, but the whole sky seemed to spin suddenly, especially as countless memories seemed to pour into his mind. When Yang Pingan opened his eyes again, At that moment, the whole person returned to the moment before entering Naihe Bridge.
Yang Pingan glanced around, especially at the Tower of Death, as if he remembered that he came here to complete the assessment of Death, and the Tower of Death across the river was the target of this assessment.
Thinking of this, Yang Pingan stepped onto the Naihe Bridge again, and his memory was lost again. When the memory was completely lost, Yang Pingan tried his best to remember his past and present lives, and he seemed to be back in front of the Naihe Bridge in an instant.
Stepping onto the Naihe Bridge again and again, and returning to the Naihe Bridge again and again, the whole person's memory seems to be deleted again and again, and restored again and again, seemingly trapped in a strange cycle.
I don't know how much time passed, but Yang Ping'an suddenly looked extremely frightened. He seemed to be trapped in a strange circle, and he even seemed to be lost unconsciously. The entire underworld was like an extremely huge cage, a cage that seemed to repeat itself infinitely. , and Yang Pingan is just an ordinary member of the cage.
When Yang Ping'an was about to step into Naihe Bridge again, he seemed a little hesitant at this moment.
"I seem to have walked across this Naihe Bridge before, as if I have taken this step before. Why do I feel like I have returned to the starting point?"
"Who am I and why am I here?"
"What the hell is this place and who am I?"
"Why do I say that again? Have I been here before?"
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I don't know how long it took, but Yang Ping'an once again recovered all his memories, but at this moment he seemed extremely frightened, confused, and even extremely scared. The Naihe Bridge in front of him was like an unknown giant beast, as if it was gradually devouring him. .
This is not swallowing Yang Pingan's soul power, nor is it swallowing Yang Pingan's memory, nor is it swallowing Yang Pingan's body. It is more like a cycle that can never be broken out of.
The strange king in the sky seemed to be staring at Yang Ping'an, and couldn't help but murmur: "The test of the God of Death is not that simple, and the power of the God of Death is not that easy to master. I hope you can come out, otherwise you will never be able to do it." Stay here, this is not a simple and scary sentence." (End of Chapter)