Chapter 647: Zhao Yizhu’s Arbitrary
“During the Great Week, the sect’s attitude towards you has changed several times, with mixed praise and criticism. Yu Zhuji and Li Hanzhu are very specific about you because of their feud with their master for many years.”< br>
Zhao Yizhu sat cross-legged on the bamboo stool brought by Xiao Huang, looked at Xin Zhuo, lightly opened her red lips, and spoke softly. She was a woman who did not care too much about everything, except for Xin Zhuo. Things are very serious.
“What does this mean?”
Xin Zhuo cracked a melon seed, grabbed another handful and put it in Zhao Yizhu’s hand.
Zhao Yizhu didn't seem to like eating melon seeds. He held them tightly and frowned slightly: "Taking on too much responsibility is sometimes not a good thing. If you succeed, you will have a lot of credit, but if you fail, you will be guilty. To be an ordinary disciple, Maybe it’s more in line with Xiu "
Xin Zhuo smiled and said: "I know, but sometimes things push people and I have no choice, and I can't wait for decades in Lingtai Realm. I will gain a lot from going down the mountain this time!"
< br>Zhao Yi fights up and down Before he could say anything, the woman came back from a distance and asked curiously: "Harvest?" There are two kinds: forward and reverse. The one who goes along is stronger. When entering the country, those who go against the rules control their own entry..."
"Who doesn't understand? Let nature take its course, which is the experience of most warriors when entering the country. However, what you want to say is that you can't cultivate the seven emotions and six desires in reverse? "
The woman rushed to speak: "Reverse cultivation of the seven emotions and six desires, entering the Lingtai is the most domineering. This is the path of the medieval and ancient Lingtai warriors, but it is extremely risky, easy to suffer backlash, and it takes an extremely long time. I am afraid it will take thirty or forty years of seclusion. You Are you sure?"
Xin Zhuo didn't bother to pay attention to her, and Zhao Yizhu didn't want to pay attention. He just asked Xin Zhuo: "How sure are you?"
"I don't know!"
Xin Zhuo told the truth: "During this period, I traveled all over the imperial capital of the Zhou Dynasty, saw the lives of concubines in cold palaces, eunuchs and servants, and saw the lives of slums and small businessmen. I also traveled from the imperial capital to the borders of the three empires... However, in the end, I found that these seven emotions and six desires were not in my current understanding, but in my experiences in those years. In those years... there were ups and downs in life, joys and sorrows.
Those people's trials. , is it not my trial?
Just grasp the word, I dare not say it now. "
Zhao Yizhu suddenly held his hand: "If you return to the sect and break through, I will protect you! "
The woman blinked at the side and said: "You don't have to be such a mother-in-law, right? It's not that troublesome. Just try it. If it works, it will be done. If it doesn't work, you may die. Why should warriors like us be willing to die? "
Zhao Yizhu looked at her with cold eyes.
The woman laughed dryly: "Lingtai, that's what happened! ”
Then the three of them stopped talking and looked ahead silently.
The top of Fulong Mountain is extremely lively at the moment. Disciples from various sects are densely packed with methods, and the outlines of some strange and sharp formations have been revealed.
But in that big cave, masters from various sects came back and ordered it to be blocked with serious expressions...
The sky was gloomy, and soon a cold snowflake fell on top of the head.
"It's snowing. It should be the last snow this winter." Zhao Yizhu stretched out his green and jade-like hand to catch the snowflakes, and in the blink of an eye they melted and dripped down the palm of his hand.
"Sister, you'd better speak rudely, don't be so gentle and sentimental, most men can't stand it."
The woman sighed and looked at Zhao Yizhu, her eyes full of appreciation.
Zhao Yizhu glanced at her, who shrank his neck and simply kept silent.
The snow is getting heavier and heavier. At dusk, the mountains and fields are already covered in a vast expanse of white. The figures of the Eighteen Sect disciples on Fulong Mountain in the distance can hardly be seen clearly.
In the early morning of the second day, the whole world was covered with heavy makeup, and the silvery white was dazzling.
On the top of the Fulong Mountain, dozens of formations are connected in a series. The aura of the formations circulates and endlessly. The powerful and murderous aura goes straight into the sky, like an ancient ferocious beast lying prone on the earth. It is actually different from the aura of the desolate beast. Somewhat similar. It happened that a group of bandits in Bawang Village below were awakened by the cold, and then fainted again from the shock of this scene. It was not that they were too courageous, but that their realm was too low, and the formations of the eighteen sects were scattered in all directions without reservation, and they could not stand it. live.
Even Xin Zhuo and the others felt a little pressure.
The woman sighed with emotion: "It is worthy of the Taoism passed down by Daluo. The Eighteen Sects have a profound foundation and are by no means easy to come by. This time, we will fight against the two sects of Desolate Beast, Demon Girl and Tianxie. The outcome will be determined." Still talking about it.”
“There is no suspense, the Eighteen Sects will definitely lose”
Zhao Yizhu's voice was still soft, as calm and temperless as ever, but his tone was rare and decisive.
Xin Zhuo looked at her in surprise. Zhao Yizhu was not a person who jumped to conclusions casually.
The woman was also surprised and said: "What do you mean by this? As a disciple of Xuantian Sword Sect, why do you think so little of your own sect?"
Zhao Yizhu was silent for a moment and said: "Because The desolate beast is not only a desolate beast, but also the guardian beast of Dayan, and the demon girl is by no means just a desolate beast. It's Hunyuanxu, she is the nine-tailed celestial fox, the great demon descended from the white-clothed saint king Jiang Taibai, and has the blood of the heavenly immortal clan. Even if the realm is suppressed, it is not something that the current power of the Eighteen Sects can control!
Therefore, weighing the pros and cons, Eighteen Sects have no chance of winning!”
After hearing this, the woman's face was very solemn and she said: "It seems that when the last martial arts flourishing ended, Dayan had already anticipated that this martial arts flourishing would be an eternal change and would last for a long time, so he made the decision early and only waited for the first opportunity to end. Kill eighteen sects, destroy Daluo Taoism, and enjoy the luck, resources and everything tens of thousands of miles away in one fell swoop, in order to compete with the saints, kings, and the proud men of heaven and earth."
Zhao Yi said: "This! It's not the plan of all the major forces in the world, what do you think?"
The woman was stunned and suddenly screamed: "I have been hiding so deeply, how come you all know it's me? ? Do you know that I am really a man and I have changed my gender? Are you a devil? "
Zhao Yizhu said: "Can you throw away the Qixing Piaoxue? This sword is introduced in the ancient books!”
“That’s right!”
The woman breathed a sigh of relief, chuckled lightly, clasped her fists and said: "Hello, junior brother and sister, I am Ling Gucheng, the second in line of successors to the headmaster of the Xuantian Sword Sect, the Ling of the three saints of the Lingmen, and the lonely city in the desert."
< br>Zhao Yizhu smiled and said: "I thought it was Da Luo's Ling Gucheng !"
The smile on Ling Gucheng's face froze, and he sat down dejectedly: "You and Xin Zhuo will be sorry for me if we don't become a real couple in this life."
After saying that, he found Zhao Yizhu. He Xinzhuo's eyes were already looking forward, so he simply looked over.
Immediately, the expressions of the three of them became extremely solemn.
Ten miles directly in front of Fulong Village, a large shadow suddenly appeared in the sky full of snowflakes. Before it could get close, the majestic sea-like aura of murder and the tyranny of ancient times had already rushed towards us.
Amazingly, there are tens of thousands of disciples of the Tianxie Ghost Qing Second Sect in black and green clothes, sitting in the same ferocious and weird giant spaceship, enveloping the sky with evil black mist, slowly approaching.
Between those spaceships were desolate beasts as big as the sky and the sun, and a terrifying aura spread rampantly.
On the back of the wild beast, there are only two people standing at the moment. One is the black-robed elder. The shadow behind him is like a towering tree, with a Nine Netherworld ghost squatting on the treetop.
Another person stood at the front, dressed in red clothes and fluttering. He was unparalleled in charm and beauty, but the nine-tailed shadow shot straight into the sky.
This general trend spread like heaven and earth, like a huge wave in the wild sea, instantly suppressing the momentum of tens of thousands of disciples of the eighteen sects and dozens of formations on Fulong Mountain.
There is no doubt that this will be the most violent decisive battle since the advent of martial arts. There will be no too many entanglements and no bells and whistles!
Ling Gucheng looked at Zhao Yizhu and said: "I seem to understand what you said!"
Zhao Yizhu grabbed Xin Zhuo's wrist and looked straight ahead, with an inexplicable wave of blood all over his body. A trace of indescribable aura.
(End of this chapter)