Xin Zhuo's words were very abrupt, without beginning or end, and he was not prepared to explain.
But Zhao Yizhu understood it, gently rubbed his back with both hands, and asked, "What are your plans?"
Xin Zhuo said: "Leave! The Eighteen Sects, Daluo and even Dayan can no longer accommodate me. As for where to go, I haven't figured it out yet."
Zhao Yizhu was silent for a moment and said: "Donghua Mingyu is thousands of miles away. Medieval masters have arrived one after another. Countless holy places, forbidden places, blessed places and cave heavens have been born. There are countless saints and saints below, and they are fighting and conquering...
Even those families in Yiyi Mountain may come, and martial arts disputes will begin. The general trend of the world will be like a fleeting cloud, and those who are astonishingly talented and beautiful will be like the prince across the river.
In fact, you can go anywhere! "
"The general trend is fascinating!"
Xin Zhuo nodded and said: "But I can't leave for the time being. My body is between the ninth level of Lingtai and Rugui Ruins. I am extremely sleepy and confused. I need some time to practice in seclusion in Xuantian Sword Sect and stabilize Rugui Ruins." , and then find a way to enter the inner palace of the head master, seize the initiation from the head masters of all generations, and immediately break through the Hunyuanxu!
There is only this opportunity for a quick breakthrough, even if there is danger, we must seize it!
It’s just that Master Daozhen will definitely stop him. The hatred of killing a son is irreconcilable, and I can’t tell you clearly about the master. Today, I look at his realm. He will have to sit at the barrier of life and death to break through the Hunyuanxu within a month at most. He won’t be able to protect me for much longer. So, I’m afraid it’s too late! "
Zhao Yizhu looked at him deeply and said: "It's easy to deal with Daozhen, but those ten Yuanji masters will come back in two months at most, and Mr. Dongfang will come back in three months at the latest, so you must A successful breakthrough within two months!”
She actually knew these things clearly.
Xin Zhuo hesitated for a long time, shook his head and said, "Two months, I'm not sure!"
Zhao Yizhu was silent.
Xin Zhuo said: "Let's take it one step at a time. In the past few days, you can help me try out the master's style."
Zhao Yizhu said: "You'd better not tell them any truth, and you don't have to take them away."
Xin Zhuo asked: "Will it implicate them?"
Zhao Yizhu looked at the full moon outside the window and said, "Yes!"
Xin Zhuo also looked outside.
After a while, Zhao Yizhu said softly: "It is an eternal truth that things must turn to their extremes. Along the way, you have been too glorious and too dazzling, and you will inevitably be hated by others! You are too bitter in your heart. No one in the world can understand you. No one in the world can understand you. Knowing your origin, and no one knows why you are so outstanding, maybe... if you get involved in those people's trials, you are destined to have a rough life!"
Xin Zhuo was silent. Zhao Yizhu didn't know where he came from, and how could he explain it clearly?
Zhao Yizhu comforted him and said: "The wind rises at the end of Qingping, the waves form between gentle waves, and the flower seeds will bloom and bear fruit even if they sink to the bottom of the valley. None of the masters of all races in the ancient times lived a calm life. If you have an unyielding heart, He will eventually become a saint and become an emperor!"
Xin Zhuo subconsciously grabbed her hand: "Why don't you leave first and take Xiao Huang with you."
Xiao Huang beside the bucket raised his ears fiercely, and his eyes were black.
Zhao Yizhu pinched his ears, exhaled like a blue breath, and approached: "Wherever you are, I will be there. I have been waiting for you for thousands of years, do you want to leave me?"
…
The night was dark, and in the distant peaks and halls, masters from various sects were still having banquets and talking. The disciples of each sect had suffered too many casualties. Whether to recruit new disciples or wait for Da Luo was a big deal...
In the one hundred and third hall, Zhao Yizhu has already fallen asleep. Even when he is asleep, it is as beautiful as a dream.
Xin Zhuo sat cross-legged, calm and relaxed, looking to the side to look at the moon well, where the moonlight had been replenished.
The restlessness that was forcibly suppressed in the body reached its peak at this moment.
He felt the magical powers and abilities he collected from the evil god statue today:
[The majestic three-hundred-year-old medieval pure energy]
[The mellow Gui Xu Hun Yuan Qi! 】
[Medieval swordsmanship Evil God Sword Technique! 】
[Heavenly Saint Dao Pattern, available for one strike]
[Evil God’s teleportation power]
In fact, out of the sixty or seventy kinds of magical powers, the result was that only this little was collected, which was a bit unexpected.
Three hundred years of ancient zhenqi and Guixu Hunyuan Qi have pushed his body to the threshold of "Guixu", a short-lived state before the Hunyuan virtual realm, and his body is boiling.
It needs to be resolved as soon as possible to completely "melt" the third house.
The Heavenly Saint Dao pattern is more like a kind of magical power of the saint, but it is a one-time use and cannot be changed.
He tried the evil god's magical power of teleportation today. He could ignore all obstacles and fatal blows and reach as far as a hundred miles with his own realm. This is a forbidden technique similar to [Dou Zi Jue] and cannot be moved at the same time.
But [Evil God Sword Technique] can be tried to be fused.
He stretched out his hand and tapped the [Evil God Sword Technique] and his own sword skill [Nine Dragons Demon-Slaying Sword Technique] into the well.
Fusion!
【Yuehua:50/100】
50 points were consumed.
The water on the surface of the well was sparkling, with thousands of figures, and various techniques changing endlessly. After half a stick of incense, a new technique appeared——
[Open dry-level swordsmanship: Evil God Slays Demons and Immortals Four]
The name is weird, at least this "four" Xin Zhuo cannot understand it, but he is used to it, so he reaches out and absorbs it!
A set of weird, evil, and domineering swordsmanship imprinted in his mind, and he finally knew what the "four" meant.
"One" is the Evil God Sword!
"Two" means slaying demons!
"Three" means killing immortals!
"Four" is the Chaozong of Heaven, Earth, Humanity!
This couldn't help but make his heart beat.
So, this opening of the cadre level has merged to a certain level and suddenly changed?
He looked at Mochizuki Well's [Fusion] ability, and sure enough, it had become [Steward-level]!
Regardless of sharing or fusion, Wangyuejing is divided into levels——
Emperor, sky, sun, moon, sage, Qian, Kun, A, B, C...
very good!
If you can successfully break through the Hunyuanxu, you can be considered a master. With dry-level swordsmanship and magical powers, self-protection is not a problem. How about venturing into the outside world and observing those who are undergoing trials?
At this moment, he formed a seal with his hands, slowly activating the true energy in his body, refining the three palaces and thirty-six to enter the ruins.
…
One and a half months flies by in a blink of an eye.
Chen Changsheng's injury was almost healed. He had been standing in front of a huge stone tablet for seven hours. The word "quiet" on it was written smoothly and smoothly, but he found that he could not calm down at all.
He has practiced hard for a hundred years and successfully entered the ninth level of Lingtai in the forbidden land. However, he has recently hit a bottleneck. It is too difficult to enter Guixu. Refining the three palaces is a matter of life and death and requires countless years to pass.
However, it seems that the outside world can no longer wait.
The major and small sects and outer disciple families have lost contact. The four major martial arts cities are controlled by unknown masters and are not controlled by the eighteen sects. The disciples of Yinxu and above in the eighteen sects have almost disappeared, and there is really nothing they can do.
The most important thing is that after Xie Wujiang was killed by Xin Zhuo, he will shoulder the heavy burden of the sect from now on.
But now, the hostility towards Xin Zhuo among the sect has reached the extreme level. This was done intentionally by the elders.
"Da Luo has not returned, but it is a troubled time!"
Wu Yingyue and Nie Shenghuan walked aside at some point. It was Wu Yingyue who spoke. Her face looked a little sad, "Although it has been a month since the incident in the forbidden area, I have been uneasy. Maybe... we were wrong in the killing. This It’s not easy to practice!”
Nie Shenghuan waved his robe sleeves and said: "The sect has issued an order. The killings of ours have been eliminated. The disciples of all sects have silenced each other. It has become Xin Zhuo to kill all the disciples of each sect!"
Chen Changsheng frowned and looked a little ashamed: "What's the point of deceiving yourself?"
Frankly speaking, he still admired Xin Zhuo a little. It was Xin Zhuo who defeated twelve people by himself and allowed hundreds of warriors to escape. It was a good deed. Those two hundred people all owed him. But at this time, Everyone deceived him together, he was no longer a human being!
Wu Yingyue said: "Eighteen sects can no longer accommodate Xin Zhuo, including Daozhen!"
Chen Changsheng sneered and said: "How amazing is this person Xin Zhuo? Doing this is a loss for the Xuantian Sword Sect!"
Nie Shenghuan chuckled: "He killed Bai Zong!"
Chen Changsheng sighed: "Don't talk about Bai Zong, even if four of us were killed by him, who can say that he was wrong? I dare say that once Xin Zhuo leaves, Xuantian Sword Sect, no! Da Luo will also regret it .”
"But he must at least survive. Even if he has entered the ninth level of Lingtai and just returned to the ruins. There is no chance. It will take at least decades to accumulate. How can Da Luo regret the mere ninth level of Lingtai?" Nie Shenghuan waved his hand. Sleeves, sneered.
At this moment, the three of them looked sharply in the direction of Standing Sword Peak, their pupils shrank, and then their expressions changed drastically.
Not only them, but also the masters from various peaks and palaces also flew into the air and looked in the direction of Standing Sword Peak.
(End of chapter)
