This killing intent was as strong as a mountain pressing down on the roof. Not only that, it also carried the aura of a corpse as if it had been dead for a long time.
Not to mention Xin Zhuo, even a master in the Five Decline realms of Heaven and Human would inevitably feel a bone-chilling coldness and shiver.
Xin Zhuo's body suddenly became unable to move.
However, he didn't have the slightest fear or worry. Since he was in Confucius Mountain, Huang Taigai promised to keep him safe, so he could be confident in the future.
It was just this terrible feeling of relying on others and being precarious that made him feel very uncomfortable.
Five people want to kill him, who will come?
"Bata..."
Xiao Huang under the bed suddenly turned into a human form again and crawled out, with a solemn and cold look on his strange square face.
It can actually move!
Then he stood behind his master and looked out the door, his hair standing on end, his eyes filled with unparalleled murderous intent, ready to rush out at any moment.
The killing intent is getting stronger and stronger.
Then there was a sound of footsteps in the drizzle in the distance.
"Pap, tap..."
The sound seemed to step on Xin Zhuo's heart.
With a self-deprecating smile on his lips, he simply closed his eyes.
"Pap..."
At the end of the stone path three miles away, in the drizzle, a slightly slovenly old man in gray clothes and tattered trousers approached step by step. His tattered clothes were covered with hideous rotten scars. His steps were unhurried and his eyes were revealing. The color of extreme anger is stronger than the hatred of seizing his wife or killing his father.
Eyes from countless attics and courtyards in all directions came out and locked onto the old man and Xin Zhuo's courtyard.
No one doubts the old man's murderous mood at this moment!
"Lao Jiang is going to take action!"
In the lonely attic, Great Sword Master and Guitoutuo stood in front of the window, their faces full of teasing and sarcastic smiles.
The voice of the Bauhinia Saint came from behind, calm and emotionless: "He doesn't have the ability. Judging from Rushan's reaction today, I'm afraid he has to protect Xin Zhuo."
The Great Sword Master turned around and said in confusion: "Rushan does not compete with the world, but only cultivates the books of sages and pursues the truth of heaven and earth. Why should Xin Zhuo be preserved? Could it be that Old Master Huang still remembers the love in the mirror and the moon?"
"Of course he won't remember!" The Bauhinia Saint chuckled, "But he is optimistic about Xin Zhuo!"
Ghost Head Tuo Weng said: "What does he like about Xin Zhuo?"
The Bauhinia Saint said: "Intelligence, mortal talent, the first person born after tomorrow!"
Guitoutuo asked curiously: "Then... how do they protect them? Stop Lao Jiang, or do something to stop him?"
The Bauhinia Saint said: "The method is very special, that is, if you don't protect it, let others protect it!"
Guitoutuo was confused.
The Great Sword Master fell into deep thought for a while and then said: "My disciple does not think Xin Zhuo is worthy of attention, nor does he think he can survive the five declines of heaven and man. The better the talent, the better the divine body and bloodline, the easier it is for him to be reborn in nirvana." Entering the false origin of Yuanji, in these tens of millions of years, how many mortal bodies can survive the aging law of heaven and earth after the five declines of heaven and man?"
The Bauhinia Saint was silent.
…
"Jiang Liyang takes action!"
In a small courtyard, the old man walked into the house from the door, straightened his clothes, raised his hands and saluted: "What do you think Miss Mo?"
Behind a screen opposite, a petite and exquisite figure was faintly revealed. He looked young, sixteen or seventeen years old, with a trace of white silk tying his eyes, as if he was a blind man. His green hand was holding Miss Zhao Li's shoulder, cherry. The little mouth was slightly raised, with a touch of sarcasm: "Xin Zhuo's life should not be cut off, Old Man Jiang can't kill him!"
Zhao Li asked curiously: "Why is the Great Protector so sure?"
Mo Ruyu raised her head and "looked" at the night outside without making a sound.
The old man thought for a while and said: "Old Master Huang and the Ninth Floor Master seemed to have met Xin Zhuo today. Could it be..."
Mo Ruyu chuckled: "It's not them, they don't know how to do it, it's because someone's snacks are too unpalatable."
Mr. Gu and Zhao Li looked at each other, their faces full of confusion.
…
"That master of the Five Deceased Heavenly Beings is about to take action. What did Xin Zhuo steal from him that made him so angry?"
"Is it because Xin Zhuo robbed his treasure that he entered the country very quickly and became so outstanding?"
In a low attic, Ling Gucheng and Xue Zang stood side by side, their eyes bright.
…
"If this master kills Xin Zhuo with one strike, it will be a relief to my grandson's spirit in heaven!"
In another tall building surrounded by green mountains and trees, the word "Yellow Spring" is hung in front of the door. An old man with white hair, leaning on a cane, exudes a dazzling aura of death. It is clearly him who is speaking, but his voice comes from the side. It came from the mouth of a corpse as hard as cold iron and lifeless.
"Uncle Master Xiao!"
Behind him, a woman whose body was mixed with strong fragrance and stench said in a deep voice: "Why don't you take advantage of the opportunity and kill her?"
The zombie smiled strangely: "Why bother? She can't be killed. The girl in Kujian Cave is possessed by a demon, but she keeps staring at her. Just watch her!"
…
The old man was caught in the rain and had arrived in front of Xin Zhuo's small courtyard. The strong aura of death, murderous aura and stench was overwhelming and filled the entire courtyard.
The lights in the Yankaishan courtyard next door suddenly went out.
"Susu..."
It drizzles continuously.
The old man was silent for a moment, and finally said in an old voice: "I have been looking for you for a long time, and you must be blamed for your death!"
A voice came from inside the house: "I have heard this saying a thousand or hundreds of times, and I am still alive and well!"
"This might be the last time."
The old man's aura swept away the rain and fog that filled the sky. He stretched out a finger, which was like cold water. Suddenly, it formed a black and white finger shadow. It was a force that Xin Zhuo had never seen before -
It seems to be the withering and disillusionment of the creatures and everything in the world, the twists and turns of reincarnation, the entanglement of the end of life and the end of death. It is not too vast, majestic, and terrifying, but it can destroy all the power Xin Zhuo has seen in his life.
The fifth of the five declines of heaven and man is the pure power of the unhappy deity. It is the sum of the power and the perception of life and death from the beginning of martial arts practice to the transformation of Hunyuan into Zhoutian, and then the martial arts after the decline.
Can't stop it, can't catch it!
Countless eyes were locked on him.
Seeing that Xin Zhuo's small courtyard was about to be crushed, he himself was also dead.
A ray of sword light suddenly cut through the sky and cut down from the sky. It converged but never dispersed. It contained the principles of heaven and earth, the separation of life and death, joy, anger, sorrow, and so on. It was like the purest original power between heaven and earth.
Throughout the hundreds of miles of Confucian Mountain, no matter who or where they were, their bodies tightened and they felt cold all over.
Even the rain all over the sky was strangely frozen in the air.
"Elucidate Yuanji, step into the three rays of light, the beginning of nirvana and rebirth, transform the origin with one sword, layer upon layer of sixty percent light, and enter the six forests of Yuanji into the heaven and earth. How wonderful!"
Someone chuckled softly in the distance, and then closed the door and window tightly with a click.
"boom--"
The old man's finger shadow was suddenly chopped into pieces by the sword light. The sword light kept on striking hard in front of the old man, creating a ravine one foot wide and dozens of feet deep, with traces of lines on the edges "creaking." Spreading into the distance.
Here, it's on the top of the mountain's Ten Thousand Years Cold Rock!
The old man was stunned for a moment, backed away sharply, looked into the distance, and cursed with a sad face: "You yellow-haired girl from Kujian Dongtian is meddling in other people's business. Do you think I am easy to bully?"
"Buzz——"
The original sword light emerged again.
The old man seemed even older, with a face full of resentment. He stamped his feet vigorously and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
All that was left was the ravine, slowly being watered by the rain that fell again.
…
"She is indeed possessed by inner demons, and she still remembers the story of Flowers in the Mirror and Moon in the Water!"
"Who doesn't remember those women back then? This thing that should have belonged to that family's legitimate son and genius was unexpectedly taken away by this boy Xin Zhuo!"
"Even without Xin Zhuo, the legitimate son of the family would not have been able to do so well. Even if all the people in the trial have lost their memories, none of them are stupid. By chance, they will always do something that should be done in the trial. It’s a pity that it all became a joke in the end!”
"During this period, I have been wondering where Xin Zhuo came from? How could he break the body-protecting aura of those trialists and the aura in Jing Hua Shui Yue? This is what an ordinary boy like him can do?"
"You don't know either? Is there anything Bai Xiaolou doesn't know about?"
"At least the old monk really doesn't know where Xin Zhuo comes from, he is just a freak!"
"All the rules of heaven and heaven have been dispersed. Those people, these holy places, and caves, even if anyone is angry, how can Xin Zhuo survive? How many of those women with terrifying realms and noble status have become like him? The thing on the crotch of an ordinary boy in the background? How many people were killed by him? This thing is too terrifying and ridiculous! I still feel in a trance and have lingering fears.
Xin Zhuo now has no idea how much trouble he has caused! Now that he is not dead, he is exactly like those saints and emperors who want to see who is standing behind Xin Zhuo! "
"How can we save him?"
"Gamble! What if the bet is right? What if it is the method of some unknown Holy Lord, Emperor, or Supreme?"
"The more you talk about it, the scarier it gets!"
In the rain, on the edge of the cliff, Huang Taigai and Master Zhiming stood together. The phone call made him turn pale with fright.
After a while, Huang Taigai looked not far away: "Spread the news that Xin Zhuo will understand the remnant of the Confucian Sage and break the taboo of Confucianism for thousands of years!"
"Here!"
An old master flashed and disappeared in the rain.
…
In the courtyard room.
Xin Zhuo took off his robe, wrung out the sweat on it, then hung it aside, lying on the bed with an extremely dull look on his face.
He didn't have much to think about, he just wanted to sleep before talking.
The drizzle was still falling outside, and there was no movement in all directions.
After an unknown amount of time, Xin Zhuo's body was unable to move again, and he couldn't even open his eyes, but this time he had no killing intent.
It seemed that someone had entered the room, and he smelled the fragrance again, and felt a hint of the power of the original sword energy in front of him.
Then a graceful but cold body lay in his arms, arched her head, and soon snored very lightly, as if lying next to him was very comfortable.
Xin Zhuo tried hard to open his eyes and take a look, but couldn't move at all, so he simply continued to sleep.
Ying Jianying, I didn’t hurt you in vain!
I remember this chapter was uploaded, what the hell, is it stuck there? ?
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