Chapter 1370 Wan Zonglin
“Swish, swish...”
Ten majestic figures crossed the “harbor” stained with brown blood on the edge of the tidal valley, and in a flash entered the violent Wind and tide.
Nangong Wentian and other low-level warriors respectfully clasped their fists to see him off.
The ten people were Xin Zhuo, Sun Gui and others. Sun Gui and his wife did not choose to attack Xin Zhuo. In the face of time and interests, they chose to settle the matter and go on the road. One more person means more hope. .
"Tide" means the rise and fall of sea water, but it is particularly suitable when used in the storms of the World of Worms. It is said that this wind is not strong at first, but it becomes extremely violent every time it approaches the "God Sacrifice", like the tide of the sea. Madness spread in all directions.
The moment Xin Zhuo and the nine masters entered the storm, they felt as if they were entering a rough sea. There were biting and sharp cold winds from all directions, cutting through their bodies like knives. It was completely different from ordinary winds. , more like a substantive offense.
It is estimated that at least the Earth Emperor or above can resist it. However, as the depth goes deeper, the wind becomes stronger, and the dark winds all over the sky come from unknown places, like huge monsters with teeth and claws. Only the Supreme can Resist.
Moreover, a layer of clear and clear light appeared in the sky, like a layer of moonlight in the storm. This "light" was the "Yue Ying" that Mr. Hu had previously called, which is also the "God Sacrifice" A sign that it is about to begin,
The red moon is about to appear, more than two years earlier than in previous years.
"Damn it!"
"The force of this wind is really outrageous."
The "Xuanlong" master came from the front and cursed. Among the ten people, except Sun Gui, who was relying on Hengjing Because of his powerful soul, Danhai and the absorption of a lot of world power, he was relatively calm, while the remaining people were flying slowly, doubling the pressure.
Xin Zhuo felt it and wondered if he had absorbed too much world power. He felt that the wind power was average and completely within the acceptable range.
At this time, the two old men were approaching with difficulty, and Gui Lingzi sent a message: "Looking at Yueying's situation, there is not even a month left. I am afraid that within half a month, the divine sacrifice will definitely begin. The Divine Sacrifice is in this storm.”
Xin Zhuo looked at him.
Gui Lingzi explained: "What I mean is that the masters of the major terrorist forces in the outside world must be protecting this junior on the road. At that time, those of us warriors who are making a living in Jiechongyuan Ruins will have to stand aside and wait. If I take a step to block the noble man, I'm afraid he will be killed casually
Xin Zhuo nodded: "As long as we encounter a world worm, I am sure that it will take one day. Capture and repel these seven people!"
The two men breathed a sigh of relief.
"What do you want to do? Hurry up!" came the scolding from the leader of the tiger.
The three of them had no choice but to approach quickly.
And a "Xuanlong" master suddenly manipulated a bead that emitted golden light, formed seals with his hands, and muttered words, magically evolved a "bubble" to protect everyone with his Daoyuan power, and the strong wind immediately subsided. A lot.
The magic power of fixing the wind!
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At this moment, outside the Jie Chong Yuan Ruins, the wide and dark entrance to nothingness was suddenly enveloped by the undulating and majestic sea of martial arts and boundless power.
The faces of hundreds of warriors who were about to enter the "Yuanxu" to seek a living changed drastically. They immediately backed down and bowed to salute, not even daring to take a breath. They didn't know what this power was, but it was so powerful. They feel like ants, their scalps are numb, their heartbeats are racing, and they are almost suffocated.
Soon, in the very high sky, the dark clouds and mist glowed with a hint of golden color, and then a large number of golden clouds rolled in.
In the clouds, countless ancient chariots, innate spiritual mounts, and guards in gold and silver armor suddenly appeared, like... immortals coming to earth.
Yes, for many warriors who make a living in Yuanxu, these people are as aloof as gods.
In a trance, the coercion became stronger. More than 300 sword lights swept through everything, ignoring the majesty of heaven and earth, and roared into the entrance of Yuanxu. The leader was none other than the great disciple of Xi Guzhe, the ancestor of Wuya in the East Palace. Tai Lingzi, with his hair bound by a golden crown, wearing Taiyi sword robe, and his breath is cold. At this time, he subconsciously looked back,
The master ordered him to come and capture Xin Zhuo alive, but just as he was about to leave, the date of the "God Sacrifice" arrived early, so there were many disciples of the Eastern Palace True Realm accompanying him. I came here to look for an opportunity, and I happened to do two things at the same time.
Behind them are people from the Changsheng Family, Sword Tomb, Qiankun Qingshan, Dry Spirit Sea, Immortal Ruins, etc. who have inherited the ancient emperor or the inheritance of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Lord. Except for the disciples of the "Chaos Star Palace" who practice other kinds of practices, Not yet, almost all of them are here.
Although it is a small matter this time, there are so many people coming.
……
Just as a group of East Palace disciples entered, a large group of black bird-patterned chariots pulled by unicorns arrived. On the middle chariot, the much younger Prince Wise wore a golden black robe, with his hair standing upright, and said warmly: "Here Is it the Jie Chong Yuan Ruins?”
An obscure old man beside him nodded and said: “ Return to Your Highness, yes." Prince Zhi also looked behind him: "So many people are here?"
The old man smiled: "Your Highness only needs to seize the most powerful opportunity. Don't worry about others, everyone will make way for you."
Prince Zhi nodded and stopped talking.
The chariot group flashed in.
......
"Is that the wise prince in front?"
On the Kowloon Arch Sword Chariot, a group of young men and women were sitting cross-legged, and Miss Jun Xi among them asked crisply.
Not far away, the middle-aged Uncle Sang smiled and said: "Yes, he is the adopted son of the last emperor."
Miss Jun Xi said: "It is said that Prince Zhi is the posthumous son of the emperor's best friend before he became enlightened? He was even taught by Qing Huang?"
Second Uncle Sang said: "Yes, the emperor's friends are not ordinary. The person, that person is called Zhi Tian Zun, single-handedly defeated 300,000 immortals and ten deities, and died in the final battle. Therefore, Prince Zhi’s identity is particularly sensitive. He was taught by the Qing Emperor and raised by the Great Emperor."
< br>A hint of emotion appeared on Jun Xi's face: "Some people are born with golden keys in their mouths. This guy came out of nowhere. We all have to salute when we see him."
"Pfft..."
A group of young men and women around them couldn't help but chuckle.
Jun Xi asked in surprise: "What are you laughing at?"
"Hahaha..."
A group of young men and women leaned forward and backward with laughter. If it was about holding the golden key in her mouth, Miss Jun Xi would definitely It's one of them.
Jun Xi shook his head: "I was thinking of that guy named Xin Zhuo. He is obviously very talented, but he is struggling. Everyone wants to kill him. Feng Zun, the Yuan Lord of Heaven and Earth, is such a master from his ancestors. He is obviously very good with him. It’s just inexplicable to send disciples to kill him even though he can’t hit him with eight poles.
How pitiful, isn’t it?”
A group of people were silent. This was the first time they heard that a mere junior could be targeted by so many old guys.
......
After the Sword Tomb, there is the terrifying hill-like Zhanshan Flying Fortress of the Changsheng family. The strange thing is that Gu Zhibei is standing on it, dressed in brocade clothes, looking like Indifferent, a large number of masters are waiting around.
After that, there are the Immortal Ruins, the Qiankun Qingshan of the alien races, and so on.
Then, a huge blue dragon came riding on auspicious clouds, with seven people sitting cross-legged on it. The woman in the middle, with a slender figure, as cold as frost, and a little water flowing between her eyebrows, was Ye Miaojin.
There was a trace of undisguised coldness and sadness in her eyes.
The tragic death of Young Master Ye Ruochen in the East Palace and the death of his master Bai Qiong were reported at the same time. Ye Ruochen's death caused an uproar, but the master was like a bug, no one cared about it, except the people of the master's sect. Prepare to kill that man.
That person is Xin Zhuo.
Xin Zhuo……
……
"Xin Zhuo..."
On a warship in the rear, Old Man Taiyi Gu Zongtian and Old Man Di came slowly with five or six low-level disciples including Shui Yuelu.
Old man Tian silently recited a name, shook his head and sighed.
Not only did Xin Zhuo survive, but he also did something big. This time, no one may be able to protect him.
(End of this chapter)