Yang Fang looked at Han Yu incredulously. At this time, Han Yu was as calm and calm as a piece of wood. Yang Fang couldn't imagine what kind of person could maintain such a normal heart under such circumstances.
She was certain that even the old monsters in her division would never be able to reach Han Yu's state of mind at this time.
At this time, Han Yu can only be described by the word "terrifying".
Yang Fang regretfully took back Mo Yuanzhong, so he could only imitate Han Yu, not impatient or impatient, but this feeling was really bad.
Not to mention that Yang Fang is eager to open the Heaven Smiting Palace, and she is also worried that too many competitors will come. But she couldn't do it alone.
This wait was three days and three nights, and no one came, which made Yang Fang slightly relieved.
On the fourth day, a slight change made Yang Fang overjoyed.
The power of oppression emanating from the Temple of Heaven Smiting began to weaken. Although the magnitude of the weakening was small, it was as keen as Han Yu and Yang Fang, and could accurately capture it.
"Brother Han, have you found out? The oppressive power of the Temple of Heaven Smiting is weakening!" Yang Fang grabbed Han Yu's arm excitedly, as happy as a child.
After she finished speaking, she realized that she was a little carried away, and hurriedly withdrew her hand in embarrassment, and a faint red color appeared on her face.
Han Yu's expression was calm and unwavering.
"Brother Han, did you already know that the oppressive power of the Temple of Heaven Smiting would weaken, so you asked me to wait?" Yang Fang asked admiringly.
"I don't know how to predict, how do I know?" Han Yu said angrily.
Instead of being annoyed, Yang Fang laughed even more happily.
Han Yu sometimes makes her feel scared, but sometimes makes her feel incomparably kind.
Time passed quietly, and ten days later, the oppressive power of the Temple of Heaven Smiting had weakened to a certain extent. Even if there was no Black Pearl to resist, Yang Fang would be able to resist the pressure and approach the Temple of Heaven Smiting.
Yang Fang was eager to try, thinking that this was the best time, but Han Yu was indifferent.
"Brother Han, now is a good opportunity from heaven. As long as we have the opportunity to get close to the Temple of Heaven Smiting, it is possible to open it. It is not too late, let's do it!" Yang Fang said.
"Look at it first and then talk about it!" Han Yu still spit out five words lightly.
"Brother Han, don't miss this opportunity. It's safest to wait until the power of oppression completely disappears, but then it will drag on for a long time, and it will be bad to wait for other experts to arrive!" Yang Fang said urgently.
"So is anyone here now?" Han Yu said indifferently.
Yang Fang was speechless, no one came before, it doesn't mean no one will come later.
She didn't think that Han Yu would even understand this simple truth. Because of her trust in Han Yu, Yang Fang finally chose to listen to Han Yu.
Finally, after waiting for another three days, the oppressive power of the Temple of Heaven Smiting completely disappeared.
The sea returned to calm, and the Heaven Smiting Palace floated on the sea, like a sleeping giant beast.
Although the giant beast is ferocious, this time is the best time to deal with it.
To Yang Fang's surprise, no one else came.
"Our luck is really good." Yang Fang smiled.
Han Yu didn't answer, he removed the protective shield of the Black Pearl and walked towards the Heaven Smiting Palace, walking in the air, neither fast nor slow, like watching flowers on a horse.
"Are you finally going to do it?" Yang Fang was excited and hurriedly followed.
Before long, the two of them came to the Heaven Smiting Hall. Before the huge Heaven Smiting Hall, the two of them were as small as a drop in the ocean. Even though that powerful oppressive force has disappeared, both of them felt the pressure from the depths of their souls.
It seems that it is not a palace, but a peerless master.
"Brother Han, what should we do?" Yang Fang asked.
"boom!"
Han Yu raised his arm and punched the gate of Heaven Smiting Hall with a punch.
Direct, overbearing!
Yang Fang smiled bitterly. He really had to react quickly with Han Yu, otherwise sometimes he couldn't keep up.
The huge fist print bombarded the gate and exploded, turning into a terrifying storm that swept the world, but the palace gate was unscathed.
When the punch failed, Han Yu turned around and left.
"Brother Han, who are you?" Yang Fang froze in place, she really couldn't keep up with Han Yu's rhythm.
"Let's go!" Han Yu said lightly.
"Brother Han, even if you failed to open the gate of the palace with one punch, you can't give up so quickly, right?" Yang Fang said in disappointment.
In her eyes, Han Yu is a peerless genius, almost unparalleled, but he is so impatient, which is his fatal weakness.
Han Yu didn't answer.
"Brother Han, can't we try it with Mo Yuan Bell?" Yang Fang asked slightly.
If it was anyone else who left like this, Yang Fang would not be happy enough to keep him at all. However, Han Yu is different, Yang Fang is used to working with Han Yu, or enjoys the process of working with Han Yu.
Han Yu still ignored it.
Yang Fang was a little annoyed, and angrily urged Mo Yuanzhong to smash the gate of Heaven Smiting Hall.
"Boom!"
A loud bang shook the sky and the earth, Mo Yuanzhong bounced back, and the gate of Heaven Smiting Hall remained unmoved.
When Yang Fang looked at Han Yu again, Han Yu had already left.
"Hmph, do you really think I can't do it without you?" Yang Fa stomped his feet, raised his lips, and was very angry.
"what?"
Suddenly, a few lines of characters appeared above the gate of the palace.
"If you want to enter the Temple of Jie Tian, you need to attack it with your Primordial Spirit!" Yang Fang silently read the words that appeared on the door, and couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly looked at Han Yu and shouted: "Brother Han, come back soon, I already know how to open the robbery. The method of the Temple of Heaven."
Although he said he didn't want to cooperate with Han Yu, but when he found a way, the first thing that came to his mind was Han Yu.
Han Yu turned around to look at the Temple of Heaven Smiting, and couldn't help but sneer: "As expected!"
In his eyes, a ray of wisdom flashed.
"As expected? What really happened?" Yang Fang hurriedly rushed to Han Yu and asked.
"Get on the boat, let's go!" Han Yu returned to the Black Pearl.
"Brother Han, are you... are you crazy? The Heaven Smiting Palace is right in front of you, and the way to open the Heaven Smiting Palace has already been revealed. You still want to leave?" Yang Fang was really puzzled.
"If you don't want to die, just leave obediently." Han Yu said lightly.
"Death? What death?" The monk Yang Fangzhang Er was puzzled.
"Have you forgotten how the people on the Black Pearl died before?" Han Yu said indifferently.
"Ah?" Yang Fang exclaimed, turned his head to look at the Temple of Heaven Smiting, and suddenly felt a chill down his spine and hair all over his body.
After a shock, I hurriedly flew back to the Black Pearl.
At this time, the Temple of Heaven Smiting, in her eyes, was no longer a blessed land with countless treasures hidden in it, but a devil's cave.
How could Yang Fang forget the bizarre and tragic death of the people on the Black Pearl, now that I think about it, I still feel horrified.
Under the urging of Han Yu, the Black Pearl opened the strongest defense, and then rode the wind and waves away.
At this moment, a surprised voice sounded: "I didn't expect that I could see the illusion set up by this seat, but what if you could see it? Now that you have entered the field of this seat, how can you live? leave!"