Xin Zhuo calmed down, waited silently, and casually looked around at the people around him. He couldn't help but be startled. I wonder if it was a coincidence, but there were many acquaintances there!
Jiang Wuwei, the Jiang family member who had killed ninety-nine of his fellow soldiers, stood beside him were true warriors Li Chunyuan, Chanyi and Jiang Nuying, who looked much more mature but still looked like a young girl.
Next to them were two acquaintances who were almost lost in the depths of their memories, the eldest sister Jiang Huan, who was ordinary in appearance but graceful and generous in manners; and Jiang Wuxie, who was tall and had eyes as bright as a torch.
A group of Jiang's disciples were looking directly into the sky and did not notice him.
Xin Zhuo suddenly felt very strange. These high-ranking descendants from the mountains were just starting from the same starting line as him.
At this moment, he suddenly felt two blazing eyes looking at him. He subconsciously looked at them, feeling dazed for a moment.
They were two women, one had fox eyes, a slightly high nose, cherry lips, a convex and concave figure, and the grace of a superior person in every gesture; the other was small and exquisite, with big eyes that seemed to smile, and a playful arc at the corner of her mouth.
The two women were both wearing clothes that were different from the Chinese ones, and they looked extremely capable.
Jiusi Hai, Cui Yinger and Han Qiniang!
I didn't expect to meet them here.
The three of them looked at each other, and Xin Zhuo suddenly felt that it was boring. It had nothing to do with the authenticity of "Flowers in the Mirror, Moon in the Water", it was purely about their different identities. He had seen too many things in his life and death over the years, and he had no desire to reminisce or talk with people from the past.
At this moment, Chen Wentian, the ancestor of Zhenkonghai above, looked down and said in a dull voice: "Everyone, this Yuanqi is the last one. It is the most dangerous and deadly. The future is unknown. It is still too late to quit now!"
There are more than two thousand quasi-sage masters below, but no one speaks. The warriors have practiced hard for a lifetime, ranging from the immortal rules of heaven and earth, to the five degenerations of heaven and man, life and death, nirvana, the condensed origin of Yuanji realm, and the harvesting of heaven and earth's destiny in quasi-saint realm. Which step is not Change your fate against the will of heaven?
Life is my destiny, and death is also my destiny. I am afraid of death and quitting now, just because I am afraid that my mind will be restless in this life!
"If you don't become a saint, you will always be an ant, and the end of martial arts will be nothing!"
All around, the great saints responded in unison, with decisive and resolute tones.
"Very good! Although it is dangerous, it is also a blessing you have been waiting for. Go ahead. I wish you all to transcend the world and become a saint!"
Chen Wentian and dozens of experts from various schools went straight down.
Only Jiang Wen suddenly fell next to a group of disciples of the Jiang family.
"uncle!"
"uncle!"
Jiang Wuwei, Chanyi, Li Chunyuan, Jiang Huan and others all saluted.
Jiang Wen put his hands behind his back and looked at everyone silently, with a majestic face full of solemnity and irresistibility: "You should do your best, descendants of Qiyan Emperor, there are no mediocre people, Zhenyuan Saint is your goal, the road Going far means everything is possible.”
"Here!"
Everyone saluted again.
Jiang Wen suddenly looked at Xin Zhuo again, as if he had discovered him a long time ago, and said in a cold tone: "Whether you are a saint or not has nothing to do with combat power. It depends on your background, martial arts, and the holy thoughts in your heart. Your practice is short, and you have distracting thoughts. It's too much, and you don't have a divine body or bloodline. I hope you can encourage me to do it. If you become a true saint, I will give you the surname Jiang and allow you to form your own lineage at the foot of the mountain!
If you become a false saint, you will live and die on your own. Whether others kill you or punish you, I will never interfere!
You and I, father and son, have a journey together. This is a painstaking statement! "
Jiang Wuwei, Jiang Huan, Jiang Wuxie, Jiang Nuying, and Chanyi subconsciously looked at it. They were startled for a moment, and then fell silent.
From all directions, Cui Ying'er, Han Qiniang and countless quasi-sage masters also looked curiously.
Xin Zhuo thought about it for a moment and said decisively and simply: "Whether I become a saint or not has nothing to do with you. Matters of life and death are matters that I will encourage myself to do without any trouble."
The surroundings suddenly became eerily quiet!
"Your Excellency?" Jiang Wen's face was slightly cold.
Xin Zhuo bowed his hand and stopped answering.
Jiang Wen stepped in front of him, and with a majestic pressure, he said word by word: "I gave you life, and naturally I can also take your life. You are wild, wild, and have mixed thoughts. What do you do?" Become a saint?"
Xin Zhuo couldn't bear the pressure and swayed slightly, then chuckled and was too lazy to say anything more.
"Tiger poison does not eat its seeds! Senior Jiang is going too far!"
Gongsun Li's clear voice came from below.
Jiang Wen looked straight down: "Medical Emperor Huazhi used medical Gu to collect the cultivation of the Three Emperors, and he broke the mirror. Now he is dead. You girl, you should look out for your own good!"
As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves and disappeared!
Gongsun Li below instantly turned pale.
Xin Zhuo was also stunned!
The old ghost... is dead!
"Buzz——"
In the "high-altitude abyss" above, there was a sudden shock, and the towering trees exuded hazy light, shooting thousands of auspicious colors, each one of which was sacred.
The scalp of the two thousand quasi-sages was numb.
Time is up.
Everyone immediately abandoned all distracting thoughts and checked the spiritual treasures stored on their bodies.
In this world of martial arts, the higher the cultivation level of the warrior, the more martial arts stones, weapons, and spiritual objects are needed. It is impossible to carry them everywhere. Naturally, there are people with amazing talents and beauty. According to the storage bag of the immortal cultivator, research The storage spirit treasure came out.
But there is no such thing that can be made today. It is basically obtained from the ruins of major ancient, medieval and even ancient sects. It is said that 390,000 items were unearthed from the ruins of a certain "Artifact Sect" decades ago. Storage treasure.
Xin Zhuo didn't know how much space these people had for storing spiritual treasures, but his "moon-watching bag" was extremely large, with a dazzling array of things inside.
At this time, some people had already rushed straight into the "high-altitude abyss" above, and then others followed one after another, like arrows leaving the string, and the sound of "whooshing" was heard endlessly.
Xin Zhuo took a deep breath, turned his mind, and headed straight into the sky.
Just after leaving the "roots" and reaching the stems, a strange and violent ancient saint's true energy appeared in an instant, as if it was going to kill all the "offending people".
More than two thousand people immediately found themselves in difficulty, but with the saint's heart and accumulation, this was not a problem.
All the mental skills are operating to the extreme, resisting on the one hand and moving upward on the other.
However, there are still differences between people. The fastest ones, like Jiang Wuwei, Zhao Tong'er who met in Shanying Town that day, and Su Miaojin with the flowers flowing from her brows, and dozens of others, have already reached the highest altitude. Look, Gone.
And the person at the bottom is still ten feet above the root of the tree.
The distance is as big as clouds and mud.
Xin Zhuo felt it. This kind of pressure was bearable for him, but he did not rush forward immediately. Whoever runs the fastest will not succeed!
He needs to feel the aura of the ancient saints, see if there is any value that can be utilized, and observe how the people above operate.
Jiang Wen was right in what he said. He was a wild man who had never been taught by anyone. The old ghost of the Medical Emperor was quite capable, but he had already left before he could break through the ten gates. Now he is being said to death in a few words. , he still wanted to find out the details of life and death, but the senior sister's experience was of no use to him.
Therefore, he moved to the most inconspicuous position among the quasi-saints and slowly ascended.
These zhenqi are useless and too mixed. Maybe they are just a test leading to the holy realm?
(End of chapter)
