Chapter 965 Before the guarding saint arrived, more than a hundred sects and families were in chaos
"Shang Shang Gua, Huotian Dajia Gua!"
"Good luck!"
"Lord, everything goes well and everything is open in all directions."
"Danger? No - no! There are too many ways."
"But... there are variables in this world, and they are infinite variables. Infinite means that no one knows what will happen in the future!"
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The above is Gou Xian, the old prophet. of hexagrams.
Xin Zhuo was still a little wary of Nao Shizi's "Baizuyuan", but with Lao Gou's hexagram, he could relax more.
Take Xiao Huang all the way to the southwest.
There is still nearly half a million miles away from the "Abyss of Hundred Tribes". In the previous life, it would have taken five times to circle the earth.
At the speed of a saint, it would take about ten days to travel day and night. In this regard, warriors are not as good as cultivators. Xin Zhuo did not know which ancient book he had read. Saints are equivalent to the early stages of the immortal king in the world of cultivators. , and the Immortal Lord can fly 600,000 miles in one hour.
Regardless of whether this author is so full that he has nothing to do. He studies the speed of warriors and immortal cultivators in a large volume, and also excludes the blessing of immortal weapons and spiritual treasures, and the blessing of special secret techniques. I wonder if that is the case. Want to run a marathon. Just say that this warrior fights with immortal cultivators and runs away if he can't defeat them. What can you do?
And he had the ability to imitate the teleportation escape technique of an immortal cultivator. He hurriedly hurriedly and slowly reached the "Hundred Clans Abyss" in six days.
On the road, there are not many warriors on their way, and they are probably already in place.
He landed two hundred miles away from the "Hundred Clans Abyss", gathered all his aura, and hurried away slowly.
He is very unfamiliar with the "Baizuyuan" and only knows a rough idea from Prophet Gou -
The small formation here suppresses three principalities within a radius of about 800 miles. There are thousands of cities and towns, and more than 70 million human people. The southernmost big city is the ancient city of "Linqiu", which is where the small formation's eye is.
As for which super sects, big sects, martial arts families and small sects came to guard, it is not clear whether these forces are obedient and what methods they have.
The Ten Thousand Races did not attack, and they knew nothing about it.
When he comes, he is naturally the dictator of heaven and earth here, but he needs to quietly see if there is any room for maneuver. If he comes too late, this place has already been captured. Damn it, the thirty-six strategies are the best, and you can't make any mistakes. With an awe-inspiring sense of justice, he picked up the knife and charged forward.
However, judging from the panic but not fear among the passers-by on the official road, it was obvious that it was not too late.
It seemed like it had just rained and the road was a little muddy. Although it was already winter, the climate in the south was mild and the roadside was covered with strange flowers. The scenery along the way was beautiful.
Xiao Huang Sayazi ran wildly for a while, and then got into the dense forest, and then got into the passing cars and horses to scare people.
Xin Zhuo is looking at the sky. The sage knows the changes of the sun and the moon, the power under the rules of nature, and the changes of the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams of the heaven and earth. He also has some understanding of good and bad luck, and can see the direction of due south at a glance. There is a dark cloud, the Lord is very evil, and the aliens are coming soon.
I couldn't help but feel a little heavy.
"Master, there is a good show to watch!"
At this time, Xiao Huang emerged from the dense forest with a strange look on his face, a sinister look on his face, not like a good dog. "What a show?" Something..."
Xiao Huang lowered his voice: "It's as big as a bowl, crystal clear as jade, humming and crying, and my thoughts are hazy. It's better to see with your eyes."
After a few breaths, Xin Zhuo and Xiao Huang stood "side by side" Behind a thorn in the dense forest, look ahead.
There was an open space there, and a woman with a beautiful face and a hot figure was being held down by a young man.
The woman's spiritual platform is in the third heaven, and the young master's spiritual platform is in the ninth heaven, and is one step away from entering the ruins.
But it seems...not Nogo!
The upper half of the woman's clothes were removed, and it was just as Xiao Huang said, but her eyes were dim with tears and she kept scolding her harshly.
The young master suppressed it with his true energy, forced it, and cursed: "You little bitch, if you obey me, I will leave you a way to survive, otherwise your Qingyang Sect will be destroyed!"
The woman Sure enough, he no longer struggled. There was nothing more sad than heartbreak, and tears fell down his cheeks.
The young master was extremely excited: "That's right. I am a true disciple of the super sect, and I am worthy of you, the daughter of the head of the Qingyang Sect. You and I are a good match!" The woman's eyes were filled with excitement. Looking at him with hatred: "The guarding saint is coming soon, your Spirit Sword Saint Sect can't cover the sky!"
The young master laughed loudly: "The foreign race is coming soon. When the saint arrives, you don't need my Holy Spirit Sword Sect? In this ancient city of Linqiu, there are five super sects, sixteen major sects, eighteen martial arts families, and ninety-three small sects. In terms of strength, , our Holy Spirit Sword Sect is ranked among the top three. Saints have the responsibility of guarding, so they naturally have to consider it. Not to mention you, even if they want all the female disciples of your sect, Saints must also consider it!"
< br>The woman stopped talking completely.
"Haha..."
The young master laughed and was about to continue, but suddenly he found a man and a dog squatting strangely beside him. He couldn't help but turn pale with fright, and jumped up. The momentum and martial thoughts rose into the sky, covering half of the mountain forest. With a bloody long knife in his hand, he said angrily: "Who is it?"
The woman was also shocked and hurriedly pulled up her clothes to cover her body.
Xin Zhuo was a little disappointed: "Go on, I'm not a hero saving a beauty, I'm just watching a show. You talk too much, move too long, and make people watching anxious."
The young master was furious. , was about to take action, but stopped again. Although the warrior did not cultivate his mind, he still had good eyesight. Although the "young man" in front of him did nothing, he gave him an aura like that of a wild beast, no, a despairing one. .
"Hunyuanxu? The five declines of heaven and man? Which sect are you from?"
"Guess!"
Xin Zhuo said seriously.
"Let's meet again in the ancient city of Qiu!"
The young master sneered and ran away into the distance.
Xin Zhuo then looked at the woman on the ground: "Name?"
"Song Xinruo!"
The woman put on her clothes in a panic, "What's your surname, my benefactor?"
"It doesn't matter what my last name is." Xin Zhuo said, "Tell me what happened?"
Song Xigruo's eyes were slightly red: "There are too many sects and martial arts families coming to the ancient city of Linqiu. It's too chaotic. Foreign races Before they arrived, they started killing each other. My father was the head of the Qingyang Sect. He provoked the Lingdao Sect a few days ago and was killed by the Lingdao Sect. Zong Shengzi killed them. Later, they were afraid that the guarding saint would come and blame them, so they supported my second uncle to take over as head of the Qingyang Sect. The second uncle looked at them and wanted to sacrifice me. I didn't want to, so I hurriedly escaped. He was just caught up by Liang Wu, the true disciple of the Holy Spirit Sword Sect! "
What nonsense is this?
Xin Zhuo frowned and said: "You might as well come back to the city with me and tell me about the situation in the city. I will make the decision for you!"
"You?" Song Xinruo looked up and down. His face was filled with hesitation, "Do you know how terrifying the Holy Spirit Sword Sect is?"
Xin Zhuo nodded: "I know, but I have an old relationship with the ancestors of the Lingdao Holy Sect, so they will definitely give me some face!"
Song Xinruo was overjoyed: "Okay!"
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A journey of two hundred miles only takes an hour.
"Linqiu City" is a majestic city with tall city walls, towering city towers, and a city wall that stretches for hundreds of miles. The word "Linqiu" on the gate is simple and vicissitudes of life, which is intimidating.
At this moment, in front of the gate, more than a hundred masters of the third level of Yangshi Sea Realm were deployed to guard the gate. Their eyes were like daggers, guarding against the surroundings.
There are thousands of warriors and civilians queuing up to enter. There is a mixture of fish and dragons, and the atmosphere is fierce. Some people are fighting each other at every turn, bumping into a group of pedestrians, causing the water of the moat to be stirred up, and the waves are surging.
In the city, there was faint sword energy flying and true energy lingering, and it was obvious that someone was also sparring with each other.
Xin Zhuo stopped and watched with his hands behind his back.
Human beings have this urinary nature. When there are more people, chaos will arise. More than 130 forces are entangled together. Without foreign attacks, they themselves will become chaos first.
What a rabble!
"They are coming!"
At this moment, at the city gate, the young master who had bullied Song Xinruo before was looking around. He saw Xin Zhuo and Song Xinruo at a glance, and he laughed ferociously: "It's that man and Qing Xinruo." Yangzong bitch, please ask uncle to beg for me Get justice!"
There were several people standing beside him. The leader was a handsome man in his thirties, Yuanji Yilin Xiuwei, with a cold look on his face. He was like a strong wind blowing under his feet. Passers-by flew out one after another, and there was chaos in front of the city gate.
(End of this chapter)