"Snoring..."
Being stared at all the time while eating is a very unpleasant experience, but you have to separate people. What's the difference?
It wasn’t until the bowl of noodles was ripped open that he put down his chopsticks and looked at the reserved third senior sister Luo Wu who was standing close by. Her face was exactly like Zhao Yizhu’s. She was already a stunning beauty in the world, and he felt complicated in his heart. She flashed past and said, "Senior Sister, there's something wrong with her eyes."
Luo Wu smiled and stepped back, still as tender as water. She looked at him: "Looking at my junior brother who I haven't seen for five hundred years eating, no matter how outrageous the look is, it is natural. Besides, my junior brother is very defiant, and he has defeated all the ancient emperors in the world! If I come to rank in the sky, My junior brother must be among the top one hundred."
Xin Zhuo shook his head and said: "That's an exaggeration."
After experiencing Jialuo Shiyan and Chi Baiwei's grandson, he was not sure about the masters on the Heavenly Ranking. There were people outside the sky and mountains beyond the mountains, so they were always right.
"To be too low-key is to be proud, junior brother!" Luo Wu held her chin in both hands, "I want to have a drink with junior brother."
Xin Zhuo automatically ignored drinking and asked: "Has the master come back?"
Although he is not very familiar with the old man Wuyunzi, he can conclude from the brief contact that he is a kind and honest elder who treats his disciples very well. It doesn't make sense that I've talked about a lot of things but never saw him.
If the master doesn’t protect his disciple, what do you want the master to do?
The smile on Luo Wu's face disappeared instantly, and she sighed softly: "Master... life or death is unknown!"
Xin Zhuo hesitated for a moment and asked: "What do you mean?"
Luo Wudao: "Master was traveling in Taixu in the empty sea of stars, and was intercepted and killed by an unknown master. The man's cultivation level far exceeded the master. The master was seriously injured and escaped. If it weren't for the help of the four holy dragon elders, , has died.
Now he has escaped into the unknown, and there has been no news for decades!”
Xin Zhuo was silent, he couldn’t help but wonder if he was... cursed. The first master I worshiped was arrested just a few years after starting the apprenticeship. The second master I only met a few times, and now he was intercepted and killed, seriously injured and his whereabouts are missing?
Is it possible that the owner of Wangyue Well cannot have a senior person?
Can’t you leave any heirs?
“The Dragon Clan is one of the four oldest holy races. The four holy races have jumped out of the Three Realms and are not in the Five Elements. They are neither warriors nor immortals. According to the sporadic records in ancient history books that can be found so far, only I know they are very strong, incredibly powerful!"
Luo Wu said to herself, then Only then did he realize that Xin Zhuo hadn't heard a word, so he couldn't help but wave his hand: "Junior brother? Junior brother?" The somewhat admired Blue Bird Sword Master and the palace guard girl asked: "Are you planning to go to the ancient wilderness?"
Luo Wu nodded: "Most of the three emperors in the world have gone there, there is no reason not to go. It is the holy land for the training of the three emperors. Now the Nine Heavens Mountain and the Sea Immortals are rebelling against the chaos. I am waiting to go. First, I want to help my family. Disciple of the sect, come here to find an opportunity."
Paused: "The senior brother and the second senior brother have received news that they are seriously injured and dying, and they are recovering from their injuries somewhere."
Xin Zhuoqing. Laughing, very good, the whole family is seriously injured and dying.
The Blue Bird Sword Master couldn't help but said: "It's not just the disciples of Taiyi who are seriously injured and dying, most of the disciples of the major ancient forces are like this. In fact..."
Luo Wu continued: "In fact, the world The warriors were at a disadvantage against the Nine Tribulations Primordial Immortals of the Nine Heavens, Mountains and Seas, even if most of the masters on the Heavenly Ranking were gone.”
The guard girl sighed: "My generation of warriors has always used killing immortals as our slogan, but in fact, we have never won in all eternity."
"Never won?"
Although Xin Zhuo had seen the ninth life of Emperor Hengwu, it did not mean that his ninth life was involved in everything in the world. Moreover, in a daze, he only looked at the things that he was particularly concerned about.
This world of martial arts has existed for countless thousands of years. If you have not won and been pressed to the ground and rubbed all the time, it would be too cheap. Should you consider... Which one is orthodox, martial arts or immortality?
After all, warriors call Immortal Court Immortal Ni, and immortals call warriors in the lower realms despicable people!
Luo Wu smiled bitterly and said: "Although we have entered the three realms of the Emperor's Realm and are already at the top of the billions of warriors, we are still far away from the end of the martial arts and know too little. As I know, at least for countless years Since then, we have never been able to take the initiative to attack Jiutian Mountain and Sea!
A few great emperors have tried, but none of them resulted in success! The loss of foreign troops almost wiped out all the talents in the world, and it has been languishing for thousands of years!"
Xin Zhuo nodded and asked: "How confident are you going in?"
The girl guarding the palace smiled and said: "I will die if I hear the truth in the morning! Why should I be afraid?"
It actually looks a bit heroic.
A few people were about to continue talking when suddenly bursts of rushing wind came from outside.
"Senior Sister!"
An old man in the Human Emperor Realm hurriedly broke in, glanced at Xin Zhuo, and was stunned for a moment: "Junior Brother Xin is here too? The entrance to the Ancient Desolate Realm has opened, time Here we are!" Luo Wu frowned and asked in confusion: "Didn't you say tomorrow?"
The old man shook his head and said: "For some reason, it was opened in advance!"
"Junior brother, let's go."
Luo Wu greeted and ran straight out the door with the Blue Bird Sword Master and the palace guard girl.
Xin Zhuo was not in a hurry. He paid for the noodles and then took Xiao Huang out of the noodle shop. Luo Wu and the others had disappeared. At this moment, the whole town was full of flying figures, even Yuanji realm figures. Warriors don't know why they are so anxious.
"Master."
Xiao Huang looked up at Xin Zhuo and said, "I have a bad feeling. Every time we go to a certain place, once it is turned on in advance, there will be Something big is happening!”
"Everyone in the world is seriously injured. What else can be good?"
Xin Zhuo picked up Xiao Huang and swept away along the crowd.
More than a hundred miles away, in the blink of an eye, I saw that the Jueqing Valley was a valley hundreds of miles in size covered by green poisonous ghost needles. Looking from a distance, it seemed like a blue ocean.
At this moment, a huge golden whirlpool appeared over the "blue ocean". On one side was the great rivers and mountains between heaven and earth, and on the other side was a deep and unknown place, as if it was leading to an abandoned place.
The surrounding area has long been surrounded by a large number of martial arts masters, but the Huangji three masters only account for one percent of them.
At the highest altitude, there were still a few unfamiliar Supreme Ancestors. Seeing more and more warriors approaching, a middle-aged woman among them said with a stern voice: "This is a narrow escape, but it is related to the dignity and destiny of our generation of warriors. Immortal Every battle is determined by our destiny. We will never bow down in the decisive battle with Xianwu! "
"Here!"
Hundreds of masters from the three realms of Huangji bowed their hands in salute.
“Come in!”
The female supreme leader waved her robe again.
A large number of Huangji three masters entered the teleportation portal in a flash without any hesitation.
Below, there were densely packed low-level warriors, watching with respect, and there were even those with rich emotions, their eyes were red and their faces looked sad.
Xin Zhuo and Xiao Huang were the last to enter in this pessimistic atmosphere. Just as they approached the portal, the voice of a supreme ancestor suddenly came from behind: "Xin Zhuo, wait!"
Xin Zhuo turned around in surprise.
I found several unfamiliar Supremes, all with sad expressions on their faces, and bowed their hands to him: "You are a disciple of Taiyi, a disciple of Brother Wuyunzi. You have great fighting power and entered the ancient wilderness. After that, remember to put aside your selfishness, support the disciples of the human race, and leave some roots for the human race..."
This feeling cannot be faked!
This salute to a junior regardless of status cannot be faked!
No matter how much Xin Zhuo has a good impression of the human race of this world, they, the old people who have lived for thousands of years, were born and raised here, and their feelings for this world are extremely warm.
The Supreme Ancestor is also a human being.
Moreover, from their bodies, we can see how precarious the ancient wilderness is.
The lower-level disciples below were already crying.
Xin Zhuo was silent for a while, nodded, and walked in with Xiao Huang. (End of this chapter)