Su Lingyan!
One of the envoys of the Donghua Mingyu back then was also one of the twenty-six peak masters of the Fourteenth Permanent Realm who competed for the East Palace quota!
This person was at the pinnacle of the Everlasting Realm back then. In the past one hundred years or so, he has entered the Endless Realm. Now he is pretending to be "Xi Heying". He is obviously with the group of people Wu Yunzi mentioned.
"What kind of power is that?"
Su Lingyan covered the sword wound on her chest, her eyes filled with disbelief as she looked at Xin Zhuo, who had merged into one.
She had heard about Xin Zhuo's ability to clone himself, which was unrivaled in the world. Just now, she was a little unstable because she faced someone who was unmatched in the past. It was not surprising that this person took the opportunity to clone himself and attacked. Even if he could not defeat Xin Zhuo, he was even beaten. It's not surprising that he defeated him. If the unique Xin Zhuo, who cultivated the Sixth Avenue Soul, was easily killed by him, why would the ancestors look up to him and take him under his sect?
The strange thing is that the red light is extremely evil and powerful, even beyond the boundless avenue. How can it possess such power?
Xin Zhuo now definitely has the ability to cross the border and kill himself!
Xin Zhuo did not answer, her body swayed and changed dozens of directions, blurry and indistinct, trapping her retreat in all directions.
Su Lingyan gritted her teeth, held the sword in both hands, and stood it upright in Zhongmou. A vast void of boundless space appeared around her. This method is a characteristic of the boundless realm. It can break through the magical powers of all those with low cultivation levels. An Ran leave.
At this moment, a voice like a bell came from afar: "Xin Zhuo, do you want to capture her alive and question her? Knowing too much may not be a good thing. Why don't you go back with me and talk about it later?"
Su Lingyan opened her eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "Senior Xigu, if you come later, I'm afraid I will be killed by him." Killing, who dares to underestimate Xin Zhuo's strength? The eight ancestors are even willing to put aside their previous suspicions and accept him!"
"No problem!"
The void breaks in the distance! After a gaping hole, Xi Gu, a man with white beard and hair, stepped out with a warm smile on his face, and pointed out his finger.
Eighteen huge sword lights flew out from all directions in the sky and earth, blocking all Xin Zhuo's figures.
Xin Zhuo had no choice but to fly back and stand over a long dry river, looking at Xi Guzhe.
Xi Guzhe is the real Xigu Zhe!
The Endless Realm!
In the past, relying on the power of the Eastern Palace, I could ignore this old boy, but after all, this person was from an unknown background, and I am afraid he would not be able to match him today.
Xi Guzhao sent a pill into Su Lingyan's hand with a snap of his fingers, and said: "The power of the beginning is as famous as the power of chaos, the power of Hunyuan, and the ancient divine power. The Chunyuan of the Luanxing Palace decades ago The Junlin Formation is broken, and the ancient divine power is fighting in all directions. If you are injured, there is no way to save it. You'd better recuperate for the time being, and I will capture this child and heal you!"
"Forget it!"
Su Lingyan swallowed the pill, walked to the distant peak and sat down cross-legged.
Xi Guzhe walked slowly towards Xin Zhuo, with a warm smile on his face, and said: "You have also heard what Su Lingyan said. We have no ill intentions towards you. What do you think?"
< br>Xin Zhuo was silent.
“Boom…”
Suddenly, heavy rain fell from the sea of clouds in the sky, and the nearby mountains and forests became blurry in the blink of an eye.
Through the rain curtain, Xin Zhuo looked at Xi Gu, who held the pearl of wisdom, and said, "I don't understand."
"Oh?"
Xi Gu's eyes Weird, "What can't you understand?"
Xin Zhuo said: "You are the great elder of the first pavilion of the East Palace, the ancestor of Wuya, and the direct descendant of the Xi clan, why are you so mean..."
Xi Guzhe said: "You have outstanding talents and are not a fish in the pond. There are some words that I would never say to other juniors. Xin Zhuo, you should understand that we, the warriors, have been practicing for a long time. We must know that the sun and the moon change, and God's will Don't violate it! For countless years, even the ten emperors have been unable to resist the Nine Heavens Mountains and Seas. Every time there is a war, the world will inevitably starve and nine warriors will die. Why can't I change my way of living? The East Palace is different. The East Palace is stubborn. Why should I be buried with him?” Anything is fine, but he believes that there are at least some bottom lines in being a human being. Otherwise, even if you have the power to suppress the world and eternal longevity, what's the point of feeling guilty?
Xi Guzhe seemed to have seen his thoughts, sighed softly, and stepped closer: "That's okay!" Demon Lord Bawu gathered all his strength and fled away.
At this moment, a light "axe sound" came from high in the sky, and the rain curtain in the sky was shaken back.
Before the two of them could react, a black line, accompanied by an illusory and mysterious power, slashed hard at Xi Gu!
The black line is the blade of an axe, like a divine axe, as misty as smoke at the peak of Wuya Realm!
"The bottleneck of the divine expedition?"
Xi Guzhe's face changed drastically, he waved his sleeves heavily, and with one thought cut out his incarnation of Dao Wuya. His body was still in the same place, but his body had been separated. With Su Ling When Yan arrived a hundred miles away, a magical power of creation emerged like a thought, which instantly affected everything in the world. He said angrily: "Kannawu, you bastard, you can't beat the little Yuan Master, you are always sneaking up on us!"
"I just can't stand you rotten bird eggs!"
The giant ax disappeared, and a figure fell from the sky. It was a tall, powerful man with a headband pointing to the sky. The old man wearing a crown, holding a fly whisk in his arms, with a sneer and unruly face.
Xin Zhuo recognized this person, it was the God Wuwo who had defeated three territorial envoys in Donghua Mingyu and saved him once.
This made him wonder what kind of existence this person was. This was the second time he met him.
The Shen Wu I also felt very strange and looked at Xin Zhuo in surprise: "Why is it you again? Where did you come from? Your cultivation level is thousands of steps better than the ordinary Fourteenth level. Ah, he is a talent, he has many similarities with me!”
Xin Zhuo opened his mouth and was speechless. Okay, this guy is just passing by and it's just a matter of course to help!
"Needless to say, he is still a man of talent who has survived to this day. Let's go, leave this to me!"
The god waved his hand like he was shooing away flies.
Xin Zhuo did not say thank you, bowed his hands, and flew away.
The voice of the ancient Xi still came from the distance: "Old ghost Shenwuwo, if you dare to mess up our important events, you will die without a burial place!" The Shenwuwo laughed: " Are you so scared that even the six little Yuan Masters couldn’t catch me? You have the guts to do it... The Great Yuan Master came to kill me, please die!”
Looking like a scoundrel!
Xin Zhuo couldn't hear the rest of the words. He felt that the world was now in chaos, and the top priority was to avoid right and wrong, and then figure out what happened back then, and whether there were any masters from the great emperors' inheritances still alive...
Pick up Xiao Huang and Xiong Batian and run straight into the distance.
……
The heavy rain had not stopped, but a pile of torches rose in the hole of an old tree in a deep mountain forest. Xin Zhuo took Xiao Huang and Xiong Batian to sit cross-legged.
From the dragon clan in Xingchentian to this ghost place, I didn’t stop for a moment. I was really tired.
Having traveled tens of thousands of miles, it must be okay for the time being.
The fire dimly illuminated the faces of the master and servant, and Xiong Batian couldn't help but sneeze.
Xiao Huang had nothing to say: "Ji Ba, do you have a cold?"
Xiong Batian's donkey face was very long: "Huangmao, I say it again, I am not called Ji Ba!"
Xiao Huang wanted to argue, but after taking a look at Xin Zhuo's face, he suddenly transformed into a handsome man. The young man said in an old-fashioned way: "Master, are you worried?"
"Why are you so worried? When have you ever been stable in this life? The direct descendant of Taixu in the East Palace doesn't even feel hot in his buttocks. He's used to it!"
Xin Zhuo rolled up his sleeves, picked up a dead branch, and drew a picture on the tree wall.
Xiao Huang watched silently and said: "Master, what you mean is that the masters of the void world are divided into two factions? The evil faction and the positive faction.
The positive faction must not have died, but just disappeared. Now the evil faction occupies the void world. Among this evil faction, many of the disciples of the great emperors who inherited the sect have rebelled? "
Xin Zhuo threw away the dead branches and said: "At least the old guy Xi Guzhe has rebelled. His ideology has changed. He will never think that he is wrong. People like him will never Not a few! "
Xiao Huang and Xiong Batian looked at each other: "So? Why don't we follow Jiang Dagou and the others to dig graves? "
Xin Zhuo shook his head: "Their path is different from ours. First, I have to find out whether those decent people are alive. If they are alive, where are they now? There are still a few parts of the emperor's inheritance from back then!
Of course, the premise is that we will not be chased by others again! ”
As he spoke, he sighed quietly: "I realize that I am a bit ominous. Wherever I go, I will be destroyed!" His status is very high!"
Xiong Batian said in a rough voice: "My master, the Sixth Dao Soul, is powerful and domineering. He has a bright future and can escape from the Dragon Clan. Who wouldn't want to be his disciple?"< br>
Xiao Huang clapped his hands heavily: "Then let's take it all and leave him alone."
"Of course!" Xin Zhuo looked at the fire, "After passing the East Palace, I still thought It’s very difficult to have both sides, and it’s very likely that you will be controlled by them.”
Xiao Huang felt worried, thought for a while, and said: "Actually, it's not difficult to avoid them. Master is different from ordinary people. They can't calculate it even if they want to use divination. The land of China is big enough. As long as we disguise ourselves Or hide, it's not a big problem."
Xiong Batian said: "It sounds nice, where to hide?"
Xiao Huang said seriously: "The so-called big hermit hides in the city, and the small hermit hides in the city. Ye, let’s find a mortal empire and become the supreme emperor. They will never think that we will hide among mortals!”
Xin Zhuo suddenly said: "This is a good idea."
Now it takes time to refine the boundless martial arts, and there is no need for any chance. First, enter the mortal world to retreat for some time.
"It makes sense! My master is wise!" Xiong Batian and Xiao Huang flattered each other.
Xin Zhuo changed his posture, took out a pile of barbecue, and motioned to Xiao Huang to bake it. He was suddenly startled and looked out at the dark rain forest.
Just listen to the conversation between the two people in the distance:
"Master Murong Xiu really thought about it, fighting immortals, singing praises, but he didn't know who he was praising. It made me wait in vain..."
"There is no other way. If Confucianism wants to survive, it must compromise!"
"But you have also seen that those people will not look at us!"
"They can't see it. It doesn’t matter, as long as we show our usefulness, we must know that recording history is the responsibility of our Confucian sect. This is a conspiracy by the ancestor Murong Xiu!”
“It makes sense, go back to Daliang first”
(End of this chapter)