The messenger has been gone for a long time.
Su Miaojin also left. When he left, he gave Xin Zhuo a deep look and left a sentence: "The demon clan is the top three most powerful ethnic group among all clans. After the Initial Emperor and Tongtian Emperor, the Purple Buddha Emperor of the demon clan suppressed the world. In twenty-seven thousand years, there are many masters of the demon clan! There are also demon clans who have entered the trial in the mirror, you know them."
This sentence is somewhat baffling.
In the bowl with more beef but less noodles, there is still a lot of beef. Next to it is the jade tablet representing identity, asking for help, and contacting saints from all over the world.
The guardian of "Hundred Clans Abyss".
Su Miaojin is a rigorous person, and those old guys now know Xin Zhuo well enough, so the danger there is really dangerous, and it is also dangerous if Saint Hunyuan goes there.
Su Miaojin is right at all. Sometimes people's hearts are more terrifying than aliens.
Even if you are amazingly talented and a Hunyuan Saint, you are still just a human saint, and you are not strong enough.
I don’t know what the old ghost master has done that makes people angry. As a disciple, you have to bear the responsibility. It’s okay if you are obedient and sensible. If you don’t, they will be afraid of you. They can praise you to the sky on the surface, but they can also kick you into the abyss.
That biological father is extremely eager when he needs you, because you are a material that can be made and cultivated. Once he finds that he cannot control you and you are useless, you will still be that boy with impure blood and you can discard him at will. .
The situation has gone round and round, as if it was back to the beginning.
Although no one wants to kill you, they are forcing you to die, forcing you to fight against all races, with the "Seven Emperors" and the Great Sages and Holy Kings pressing down on you.
but……
Xin Zhuo felt no fluctuation in his heart and even wanted to eat beef.
The only thing those people misjudged about him was that he, Xin Zhuo, was a modern soul. He had no sense of belonging to any human race or all races. He had no sense of righteousness, passion and desperation. He would fight if he could win, but if he couldn't, he would fight Rebel, follow the Wanzu, and then lead the Wanzu to counterattack and kill everyone!
If all races were not fools, they would definitely cherish the potential of a Hunyuan Saint!
Moreover, he was even thinking about whether it would be possible to quietly destroy Dongtian and the major sects in the world's holy land and sacrifice their souls while all races were fighting? "
Then you can’t send it?
Well, this is a good idea, but it’s too dangerous, so I’ll put it aside for now and talk about it later.
The most urgent thing he needs to do is to be flexible and flexible, pretend not to know on the surface, follow the arrangements, and secretly see if he can make a fortune from the war of all races, seize chestnuts from the fire, and his cultivation level will skyrocket. In the future, when you are so powerful that you can ignore others, you can overturn that mountain!
All in all, the game is alive and well!
Thinking of this, Xin Zhuo divided the bowl of noodles into two bowls and gave one bowl to Xiao Huang. Each person and the dog ate them cleanly.
Then he seemed to realize something, slammed the table, and cursed the Three-Character Sutra.
The shop owner had been staring at him, and now he approached cautiously: "Sir, is there something that doesn't suit your taste?"
"It tastes good, but I forgot to bring the money, and those people ran away. I actually don't know them!"
"Well……"
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. The shop owner was stunned on the spot. After a moment, he laughed and said: "For noble people like you to come to this small shop, it really brings glory to the small shop. How can you dare to ask for money? Guests, go slowly and come often!"
"The road is now wider! I owe you...fourteen bowls of beef noodles. I will give it to you when I come back. When you are gone, I will pay it back to your descendants!"
Xin Zhuo stood up and patted his shoulder, taking Xiao Huang with him, his figure flashed and disappeared into the horizon.
The shop owner looked at his retreating figure, his eyes flashed with light, and he rushed into the house and shouted to his wife: "We are prosperous. A saint's promise is worth ten thousand gold. I, Wang Laowu, will definitely become prosperous in the future. Tell me Son, when the saint comes back from now on, our family will be the emperor, and my temple name will be Yuanzu!"
The daughter-in-law wiped her apron and laughed: "I'm just waiting for the saint's words, hahaha..."
…
The moment Xin Zhuo left, five figures appeared in the sky, Ye Feiying, Zhao Chunqiu, Ji Fengyu, Yingshi Yingke and Jiang Wen. Their faces no longer had the original enthusiasm.
"He went?" Ye Feiying asked.
Zhao Chunqiu stroked his beard and said: "A genius naturally has his own perseverance and righteousness, so he will definitely go!"
Ying Gao shook his head and said: "He doesn't know what his master did, but it's a pity that he lost a good young man. This son is the only Hunyuan Saint in the world!"
"It is indeed unjust!"
Ji Fengyu's face turned ugly, "Although half of the masters of the Ten Thousand Races above the Great Sage came to attack the four formations, and most of them were on the mountain, but in the Baizuyuan, even thirty saints would have to sink in the sand! Why should we let it go? If he goes, isn’t there a better choice?”
"Pedantry!" Ye Feiying scolded: "It's because what the Medical Emperor has done is too big and the son is disobedient to discipline. No one can take him away or control him. He has no affection for his biological father. Once he learns about the Medical Emperor in the future, What should I do if I grow up again? This matter was personally ordered by the Seventh Emperor!"
Ji Fengyu shook his head and looked at Jiang Wen: "Brother Jiang, what do you think?"
Jiang Wen was silent for a long time and said: "The Yuan of the Hundred Tribes must be guarded by someone. It is difficult for all races to fight, and there are few human saints. Among the human saints, he is the most powerful!"
Ji Fengyu stopped talking.
…
"Whoosh——"
The densely packed figures of warriors in the sky are flying in all directions. Super sects, big sects, martial arts families, and small sects in the world belong to three thousand small formations. They have a one-month deadline to arrive. Anyone who violates will be killed!
Xin Zhuo's momentum was fully activated, and the nine-color saint's true energy spread across the sky. Wherever he passed, countless warriors gave way and saluted respectfully.
Even the quasi-sage masters of their ancestors in the eyes of ordinary warriors also lowered their posture and worshiped sincerely.
"Hunyuan Saint, Xin Zhuo!"
"I don't know which small formation I am in charge of. If it belongs to my own family, I have a greater chance of surviving."
There were even well-informed people who recognized the identity of this nine-color holy relic and showed eagerness on their faces.
However, the nine-color holy trace did not stay for even a moment, it flashed past and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.
Xin Zhuo's destination was not the "Abyss of Hundred Tribes", but the Imperial Capital of Daqian. He arrived half a day later and jumped into the palace. The nine-color holy rhyme illuminated the entire Imperial Capital of Thousand Miles.
Millions of people, no matter what they were doing, immediately walked out of their houses and bowed in panic.
The big shots in the capital were shocked and rushed out one after another.
Prince Jing Ji Pixuan led a large number of high-ranking civil and military officials, looking flustered and cursing: "Nine-color holy relics, Hunyuan saint? Xin Zhuo, what is this guy doing? He is the one who can resist the catastrophe of all races..."
"Your Highness, you must not disrespect Saint Hunyuan!" Zhongshu Ling's Prime Minister Ji Man also knew Xin Zhuo, but he was a rigid and conservative person, so he immediately scolded him.
"knew."
A group of people entered the Lord's Nine Dragon Palace, but there was no one there, and hurried to the secret passage under the Sheji Palace.
Finally, in the endless abyss and among the peaks, I saw Xin Zhuo in front of Feng Shuning with a respectful expression, Princess Wuyou, Tuoba Linger and others.
He was clasping his hands behind his back and looking down into the abyss.
"Sister...brother-in-law!"
Ji Pixuan swallowed, with a bit of caution and envy on his face. He was pitiful. At first, he was at the same level as Xin Zhuo. Now he is only Yuanji Jiulin. It will take some years for him to be a quasi-sage. Xin Zhuo has already become famous all over the world. Hunyuan Who knows the power of it? It's only been a few years, and the word "brother-in-law" has to be called out even if it's not necessary.
Xin Zhuo ignored him and just asked softly: "How long will it take?"
Feng Shuning and others hesitated for a moment, not daring to answer.
Ji Pixuan smiled and said: "Your Majesty's cultivation is different from others. This is the best emperor in the world, but Ji paid a huge price to get it. As soon as your Majesty makes a breakthrough, he will become a True Yuan Saint or a Xuanyuan Saint!"
Xin Zhuo nodded and looked down into the abyss again. After a long moment, he turned around and disappeared in one step.
"Why……"
Ji Pixuan wanted to say something more, but he was nowhere to be seen, so he could only curse: "You should also say something respectful!"
…
When Xin Zhuo left the Daqian Imperial Capital, he still did not go to the "Abyss of Hundreds of Clans", but to "Suiyang", a large city 80,000 miles south of the Daqian Imperial Capital, and landed directly on a hundred-foot-tall building.
Nine-colored holy relics scattered throughout the city.
Millions of soldiers and civilians throughout the city were shocked. They rushed to the high-rise buildings to pay homage to the holy relics. However, when they got downstairs, they were stopped by a group of mysterious people: "The Forgotten Immortal Tower has been occupied, no one can enter!"
This group of people are all in the Lingtai realm, and all of them have murderous intentions.
The crowd was frightened and had to disperse.
At this moment, the five people passed by the guards and hurriedly entered the gate of the tall building.
The shopkeeper of "Wangxian Tower" is a woman. Not only is she beautiful, but she also possesses the cultivation of Hunyuanxu. Everyone admires her from a thousand miles away. At this moment, she greeted five people and saluted respectfully: "Senior Gou, Senior Li, Mr. Zhuge, sir. The boss is upstairs!"
"I know, stand down!"
These five people were none other than Gou Xianxian, Li Guangling, Mr. Zhuge, the leader of Wanfa, and Duan Dapeng, the leader of Ritian Sect at that time.
The five people cautiously went upstairs, their faces all red with excitement.
Gou Xian's old face trembled: "In just a few years, this guy Hunyuan Sage has become famous all over the world. He is worthy of being a big boss. I am just at the beginning of Yuanji now, and... I have used public funds for personal use and acquired a lot of treasures from heaven and earth. .”
Li Guangling also said: "What Lao Gou said makes so much sense!"
Mr. Zhuge was more rigorous and asked carefully: "What does Saint Hunyuan represent?"
Gou Xie laughed loudly: "If you don't die, you won't be able to run away from a true supreme being!"
Mr. Zhuge's expression froze.
Duan Dapeng's fat face was trembling and his eyes were bright: "I knew that our Ritian Sect would be very successful!"
When they reached the top floor, the five people pushed the door open and saw Xin Zhuo and Xiao Huang who were tasting fruit.
"Hahaha……"
"It's great to congratulate, our King Tiandi Network has risen!"
The five people looked up to the sky and laughed, and tears came out from the laughter of Dapeng.
"Smile and make a fortune!"
Xin Zhuo pushed the fruit away and pointed at the table, "Ready!"
(End of chapter)
