"Brother, how do you know that the saints of Daluo and Dayan are not at home?"
On a river that crosses 37,000 miles from the southeast, a black-topped boat moves without oars and shuttles between the densely packed merchant ships around it.
The water is rippling, and the mountain flower vegetation on both sides of the bank is growing vigorously, with red flowers and green willows, and the scenery is pleasant.
Jiang Yugui caught a big fish without scales and spines and cooked it in a broken pot from the previous boatman. While busy with Xiao Huang, he turned around and asked with a flattering face.
Xin Zhuo sat cross-legged in the cabin and circulated the Great Zhoutian. The two major gates in Danhai have been opened. Now he is considered a quasi-sage with "opened two gates". The third gate is as solid as a rock and has no intention of breaking through.
The difficulty of a quasi-sage's breakthrough is definitely not one plus one equals two. It not only requires terrible accumulation, outstanding talent, and understanding of the world, but also a different way of practice. True energy, martial arts stone, and heaven and earth luck are all indispensable.
That's right, it was the fate of heaven and earth that was piled up in the Dan Sea. If it hadn't been for this thing, it would have been impossible for him to break through two doors directly after entering the country.
"Luck" is a vague thing, and it's hard for you to explain what it is, but it is the foundation that makes a warrior transcend the world and become a saint. It is like...a kind of recognition between heaven and earth and people's hearts. If there is no recognition from heaven and earth, it will be impossible. If you want to go against the will of heaven and have no plan, how can you sublimate your body? You are really asking for trouble.
Of course, it doesn’t necessarily have to be recognized by the fate of the world and the people. As a casual cultivator, who will recognize you? Therefore, the powerful ancestors resorted to opportunism and used tricks to steal luck for their own use. A mountain, a person, a group of people, an empire, a sect, or a good deed could all obtain luck.
This thing is a long story...
However, if it is a sect that has been inherited for tens of thousands of years, it must have great luck, otherwise wouldn't it have been destroyed long ago?
Such as Daluo and Dayan!
He Xinzhuo never does anything that results in no reward. If Daluo Dayan is to be destroyed, there must be benefits as well.
Therefore, after hearing Jiang Yugui's words, Xin Zhuo opened his eyes and said: "I asked someone to investigate for me. Daluo Tiansheng and Dayan Evil Sage are not here, and they will not return for at least a hundred years!"
"Brother is indeed a great talent!"
Jiang Yugui patted the horse and said: "It is true. After the quasi-sage became a saint, his martial arts and strength reached a transcendent and holy level. He will no longer stick to one mountain or one place to practice. Especially the saints will choose one to practice. Such as Sword Saint, Sword Saint, Fire Saint, Water Saint, Beast Control Saint, Gold Saint, Wood Saint, etc., they can enter the realm faster, single and refined!
Therefore, saints basically go out. The best place to practice is to walk through the ancient teleportation array and travel to other realms countless thousands of miles away to experience different ways of practice and verify each other, or to go to the mixed and bad places between major realms. In the extreme chaos of the mountains!
Only if the accumulation is too deep and takes a long time to digest, will you return and practice hard for a hundred or two hundred years.
Daluo Tiansheng and Dayan Evil Sage have been saints for a long time, but they are too far away from the Great Sage, so they naturally fled to other realms and will not come back for hundreds of years. It is a good time for my brother to kill people, but..."
Xin Zhuo said coldly: "But it's hard not to spread the news about Da Gan's affairs. The masters of the major holy places, including the masters of your family on the mountain, are afraid of thunder and wrath. Will they definitely take action this time?"
Jiang Yugui shrank his neck: "Brother, you are wise! Even if you kill all the masters of the Holy Land and Cave Heaven who stayed behind in Daqian in the Holy King Valley, you still can't hide the news."
"Time difference!"
Xin Zhuo said: "It's just a time difference!"
"Then what?" Jiang Yugui stopped cooking fish and looked at Xin Zhuo's face. His "then" was asking what to do with him?
Xin Zhuo gave him a cold look.
Jiang Yugui instantly felt chills all over his body and murmured: "I knew it, I knew it. You told me everything just to kill someone and silence you afterwards!"
Xin Zhuo ignored it and asked: "How many masters are there in the Holy Land Cave Heaven?"
Jiang Yugui gasped for breath and dared not answer: "Brother, the reason why a super sect is a super is that there must be a saint sitting in charge. This saint can be one person or a group. Daluo Dayan currently only has one saint!
The reason why the Holy Land Cave Heaven is the Holy Land Cave Heaven is that the Holy Lord and the Supreme One appeared countless years ago. Now the Supreme One is probably gone, but there must be one or two ancestors of the three Huangji Dao, but they may be squatting in some mouse hole and eating ashes. I have been in seclusion for hundreds of years. If nothing serious happens, I can't find it even if I look for it!
Old monsters like them will not pay attention to you at all. You can rest assured that it is extremely boring to them!
There should be only a few holy kings and great sages below, and they won't come out. The ones who really want to deal with you will be the fake saints and the true saints at most!
Why do you say that? Let’s put ourselves in his shoes. My brother is in meditation somewhere, studying the magical martial arts of heaven and earth. Suddenly he asks you to kill a master of the five degenerations of heaven and man. The key is that we don’t know where this person is. Will you go? There are obviously a lot of Yuanji realms under your sect, but are they all doing nothing?
That's what happened! "
"That's very well said! The logic is very rigorous. Don't say it next time." Xin Zhuo said, "Let's talk about Jiang."
Jiang Yugui took a deep breath and replied: "Whether you believe it or not, brother, I don't know how many people there are in the Jiang family. I can only see dozens of direct descendants at most. There should be many saints of the younger generation above them. The masters are really There are too many. They have their own things to do. The world's regions are billions of miles wide. I can clearly tell my brother that there are thousands of tribes and families who are more powerful than ours..."
Xin Zhuo nodded: "What are Ji Jiuwei and Jiang Wen's cultivation levels and what are they doing?"
These two are his nominal parents.
Jiang Yugui glanced at him cautiously, considered it, and said: "I don't know what uncle Jiang Wen's cultivation level is. He is probably a great sage. He has lived for more than five hundred years. My aunt is in the middle realm of true saints. They Now he was punished by his ancestor and sent to the ruins to practice hard.
By the way, you also have a biological sister named Jiang Gui. She is a ruthless person who kills people everywhere in the Xiniu Sanctuary. There is also a legend about her in the Luanji Mountain leading to the Xiniu Sanctuary. She is a mortal enemy of Ye Liantian of the Ye family... "
"Whose sister is she?" Xin Zhuo asked expressionlessly.
Jiang Yugui smiled bitterly: "Although the family doesn't recognize you, you can't really want to overthrow the family, right? That would be too difficult..."
I can't say anything else anymore, so I just cook the fish obediently.
"Susu..."
It was getting late, and suddenly it started to rain. It hit the river in a steady patter, and the water splashed everywhere, leaving both sides of the river covered with mist.
…
"Susu..."
Seventy thousand miles west of the Imperial Capital of Daqian, it rained heavily. The night was dark, and the vegetation outside the ruined temple rustled with the rain.
In the ruined temple, it was pitch dark. Li Chunyuan was lying on the dusty ground in agony, with blood staining the surroundings. Not far away were the bodies of three masters of the Five Deceased Master Realm. They had tried to take advantage of the situation, but were killed by him with one palm.
A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, so what does it matter if the gods and humans are depleted?
His injuries were severe. Not only was his skin torn, his bones shattered, all his internal organs displaced, and his meridians were broken in half, but more importantly... Xin Zhuo's mountain patterns were too arrogant.
He couldn't understand what kind of mountain pattern it was. The mountain patterns of quasi-sages were just those types. Xin Zhuo's mountain patterns seemed to "jump out of the three realms and are not in the five elements." They were pure and spiritual, chaotic and empty, and extremely domineering. They have always been He couldn't get rid of it, tormenting him all the time.
The mountain pattern is transformed from the origin, and its final direction is the dao pattern, which is the means of becoming a saint!
Origin—Mountain Pattern—Dao Pattern!
Five years ago in the Holy King's Well, he couldn't understand Xin Zhuo's four origins. Should they be beyond the Yuan level? But this kind of origin does not have this ability. Could it be... the beginning?
His pupils shrank, there can be no beginning in the world, the beginning is a lie!
But no matter what, his lifelong pride was shattered to pieces at this moment. He had never taken Xin Zhuo seriously before, but the result was obvious. Frankly speaking, he couldn't accept it. He didn't know how to face his master and wife.
"Instead of being tortured to death by Xin Zhuo's mountain patterns, it is better to commit suicide. How can Xin Zhuo, son, take my life? Hahaha..."
He laughed crazily, with a trace of dejection flashing in his eyes, staggered to his feet, picked up a sword on the ground, and slashed it down on his neck.
"Boom..."
The first spring thunder pierced the sky, illuminating the ruined temple. As the sword blade was about to cut through his neck, he suddenly saw a person.
It was an old man wearing a Tai Chi robe with bright white hair. He was tall, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. He was calm and powerful. The thunder outside suddenly became silent, and the rain in the sky was strangely condensed in the mid-air.
It seems that everything in the world is under control.
"Dang Cang..."
The sword fell to the ground.
Li Chunyuan had difficulty breathing and said with a difficult smile: "Master... why are you here? Why do you have this status..."
Jiang Taiyu, the great sage, was a determined figure during the battle of Zhongyuan Tianque.
The old man said in a vicissitudes of voice: "No one can have smooth sailing in life. You must be brave enough to face failure. You are defeated in a battle and have a desperate desire in your heart. You are in vain to be a true warrior!"
Li Chunyuan's face was full of shame, he held his fists and smiled bitterly: "Master said it is true, but..."
"The moment you come down the mountain, I know that you will be defeated by Xin Zhuo!"
Jiang Taiyu's light words shocked Li Chunyuan into silence for a long time, and his face turned pale. After a while, he muttered: "Why, he was still a little Yuanji at that time..."
Jiang Taiyu said: "The person behind him is not little Yuanji!"
Li Chunyuan lost his voice and said, "Is there someone behind him? Ji Yaoyue?"
Jiang Taiyu turned around and looked at the rainy night outside: "The person who really destroyed the mirror flower, water moon!"
Li Chunyuan's eyes widened: "There is really such a person, isn't it... just Xin Zhuo?"
"Xin Zhuo has weird talents and is very smart. No one doubts this, but he doesn't have this ability! If it were him, why waste these years and let him grow up?"
Jiang Taiyu stroked his beard and said: "No one knows who he/she/it is, but it's time for this person to show up!"
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