That deep yet sharp gaze seemed to penetrate the myriad of grievances and the starry formation, falling on everyone, shaking everyone's heart.
Awe-inspiring killing intent struck, and warriors at the level of Grandmaster and Half-Step Grandmaster had keen senses. They called the police repeatedly in their hearts and turned around as if someone was really going to put them to death.
Just the murderous intention has shaken countless people. It is really hard to imagine what kind of pressure the masters from hundreds of years ago were under when facing Bai Qi.
For a moment, all eyes fell on the six elders of the farm family.
On the one hand, they lamented that these six people actually had the courage to provoke Bai Qi, who was about to fall into madness. On the other hand, they lamented that these six people actually came back alive after using the Dize Formation to provoke Bai Qi, who was about to fall into madness.
Feeling the cold murderous intent, Bei Mingzi and Donghuang Taiyi looked back at each other not to be outdone.
But even though Bei Mingzi and Donghuang Taiyi, who had gathered the power of the stars from the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation and their own bodies, their gazes also penetrated the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation and the heavy grievances, but could not see anything.
However, this is not because Bai Qi is powerful enough to ignore the gazes of the two people who bear the power of the stars in the Zhoutian Star Dou Formation, but because their eyes cannot see the souls of the dead.
Whether it is the Taoist Sky Eye Technique or the Yin-Yang School's Star Eye Technique, they can only see evil spirits, but they are not equipped to see the dead souls that are not resentful souls. Therefore, in their sight, there is only a barren field and a dilapidated hut. .
Immediately, Bei Mingzi set his sights on Zhang Ji.
If the resentment cannot be suppressed, then it is time to try the alternative method, that is, it is time for Zhang Ji to try it.
Although Taoists believe that dead souls exist in the world, no one has ever seen a dead soul after all, and Zhang Ji Jingli has the special talent of being able to communicate with the souls of dead souls whose cultivation was strong enough to survive for a period of time after death.
Although he has not witnessed this with his own eyes, the Six-fingered Black Man cannot tell this lie about his master, Lu Goujian. What is he trying to do?
Moreover, although he ignored Zhang Ji, from the moment he met Zhang Ji, he was trying to deduce Zhang Ji's past and future.
The Yin Yang family can observe everyone's horoscope to observe the future. The Taoists naturally have similar Taoist techniques to deduce the future, but no matter how Bei Mingzi deduces, he cannot deduce Zhang Ji's future, and even the past cannot be deduced. Just shrouded in a fog.
He is like a person who appears out of thin air in this world. He has a clear and traceable life of more than 20 years, but he cannot see the past, cannot calculate the future, and will not be contaminated by any cause and effect, but he still leaves behind in this world. left many traces.
"Little friend, please give it a try."
After hearing Bei Mingzi's voice, Zhang Ji and the Six-fingered Black Man looked at each other and nodded slightly.
However, as Bei Mingzi finished speaking, the others did not understand the purpose of Zhang Ji's action.
Zhang Ji was indeed gifted. Scholars, farmers, and commerce, industry and commerce all flourished in his hands. He created papermaking and printing, invented paper and books, and through brand-new business strategic perspectives and thinking, he made people all over the world. The nobles hemorrhaged money and directly used cheap and unlimited supplies to dig out their roots and support the common people who did not have access to books.
While doing business, he carried out righteous deeds, and everyone said that Zhang Ji had "Tao Zhu's style".
However, Zhang Ji, who is proficient in business and industry, is still a first-class young hero. He has also cultivated his external skills to an almost first-class level, and his combat effectiveness is no less than that of an ordinary half-step master.
But until a genius grows up, he is only a genius, not a strong man.
In this case, no matter how talented he is, in front of a group of grandmasters, half-step masters, Taoists and Yin-Yang families who are experts in suppressing grievances, what contribution can a first-class warrior make that cannot even be solved by them? ?
Zhang Ji nodded, took a deep breath, and took the first step.
Zhang Ji's footsteps were very dull, but they echoed throughout the entire formation.
He walked forward step by step, and under the astonished eyes of everyone, he stepped out of the scope of the Zhoutian Beidou Formation, left the safe environment, and stepped into the Du You Pavilion full of resentment.
The crisp sound of drawing a sword came from the scabbard, and the sword pierced the air with a slight clang, and the sound was clear.
However, Zhang Ji's hand did not fall on the hilt of the sword. The sword took the initiative to unsheath itself.
Famous swords have spirits, this is Zhanlu Sword.
Zhanlu is Zhanzhan but black.
As Ou Yezi's lifetime masterpiece, it is a famous sword that is indestructible without any murderous intent.
When the sword was completed, it was the first of the top ten famous swords in the past that made Ou Yezi cry while holding it. Compared with other famous swords, it was either cold or full of murderous intent. Zhan Lu was black in color, simple in shape, and the sharp blade shone like obsidian. The light does not make people feel the slightest murderous aura, as if it is not a murderous weapon, but the invincible blade reminds people all the time that this is a peerless sword that can cut iron as well as mud.
The essence of hardware is the essence of the sun. When it comes out, there is spirit, and when it is obeyed, there is power.
That's Zhanlu Sword!
Fiery eyes fell on Zhang Ji and Zhan Lujian, and there were also some greedy people who showed sinister looks.
Under the gaze of everyone, Zhan Lu Sword slowly came out of Zhang Ji's scabbard and floated in front of Zhang Ji, making bursts of sword sounds.
With the tip of the sword facing down and the blade facing upward, Zhan Lu made a surrender gesture in front of hundreds of masters.
Zhang Ji also responded to Zhan Lujian's call and reached out to hold the hilt of the sword. The blade of Zhanlu Sword trembled in Zhang Ji's palm, and the sword chant became louder and louder, as if he was cheering for joy.
While the blade of the Zhanlu Sword trembled, the resentment in front of Zhang Ji boiled violently. Although it did not condense into a resentful dragon, everyone could clearly feel the endless resentment and murderous energy surging, and there was still a faint feeling. You can hear roars coming from the resentment.
However, in the face of the resentment that came like a violent storm, Zhan Lu's jet-black sword still did not release any sharp sword energy, but still released the energy that symbolized peace.
The moment the strong resentment rushed toward Zhang Ji, it dissipated three feet away from Zhang Ji's body.
The resentment was cut off by a jet-black sword light. The split resentment did not continue to rush towards Zhang Ji, but was absorbed into the pitch-black sword body.
The word "Zhan" means clarity, brightness, weight, joy, and deepness. Everyone only remembers that Zhanlu means peace, but forgets the other word "Lu", which means pure black. There is also the meaning of the greatest victory.
Zhang Ji held the Zhanlu Sword in his hand and slowly raised his head to look at the place where the resentment gathered. A look of indifference passed through his eyes. In an instant, the originally violent and endless resentment stopped, as if it was afraid of Zhan Lu Sword, and did not dare to continue to rage.
But Zhang Ji just moved forward silently. With every step he took, a wave of resentment would be absorbed by Zhan Lu, making the sword, which was already as black as ink, darker and thicker.
Finally, Zhang Ji walked through the deserted field and walked to the dilapidated hut.
And in front of him stood the peerless war god in white robe hunting.
Looking at the tall figure in white clothes, armor and robes, Zhang Ji bent down and saluted: "Gu Qin, Wei Wei, leader of Luo Wang, the third grandson of Zhang Yi, Zhang Ji, I have met Lord Wu An!"
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