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Chapter 125: The Heavenly Martial General Collapses(1/2)

At first, it was just a black screen. Suddenly, a ray of red light lit up from an unknown place, then crossed the night sky and fell into the mist in the distance.

Xu Changsheng thought he was dazzled and wiped his eyes, but once again he saw a ray of red light rising, like the continuous rain in spring, but it rose from the ground to the cloud curtain.

Immediately afterwards.

Another wisp, two wisps, three wisps...



The overwhelming red light emerged from all over the valley and disappeared into the clouds. Xu Changsheng could vaguely see the red light rising from these ancient trees through the light.

The originally silent valley was even more strange at this moment, with the craggy ghost-like ancient trees looming in the red light, and the surrounding cliffs also had a vague blood color.

Xu Changsheng also stirred up a storm in his heart.

Suddenly, a ray of red light slowly rose from a place only an inch in front of him. Under the red light, he could see the tip of his nose clearly, and he could even smell a faint smell of blood.

No matter how stupid he is, he knows that the current situation is not good, and there is no way to hide or retreat. Xu Changsheng can only use the "Hidden Plan" with all his strength, gather his aura, and quietly wait for the vision to dissipate.

Endless red awns slowly rose from all over the valley, clustered together in the distant sky, and glowed brightly. Finally, they turned into a blood moon, hanging over the valley.

The blood moon rotates uncertainly, as if waiting for the remaining red light to gather.

For a long time, until the last ray of red light disappeared, the blood moon suddenly stopped.

Xu Changsheng's heart suddenly shrank, and he was secretly worried about why he didn't tell the cave to be dug deeper, even if it was a slightly rounded corner. Although it might not have much effect, it would at least give him some peace of mind.

At this moment, the vision changed again, and I saw that the blood moon was slowly lengthening, with tall and short growth growing on the top, and the outline of a flower bud was vaguely visible.

There was a faint blood-colored halo surrounding it, making the flower buds even more coquettish out of thin air.

Just when Xu Changsheng was wondering if it would bloom, a huge cloudy palm appeared on the flower bud, descended from the sky, drove the flower bud into the ground, and disappeared.

The valley once again returned to darkness, with no light at all.

The weird thing is.

From the beginning to the end, whether it is the red light rising, the blood moon rotating, or the last palm that appears driving the flower bud into the ground.

There was no sound at all.

It's like living in a silent world.

Xu Changsheng took a deep breath, slowly stretched out his fingers, and tapped lightly on the stone wall.

"Boom~"

A faint voice came out, and Xu Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief.



And outside the valley.

At the top of the highest mountain, stands a simple palace.

There is a wooden chair with a hollow carving of auspicious clouds installed on the high place opposite the door, and then eight wooden chairs are lined up on the left and right sides. This is where the master of Tianwu Palace and the eight elders of the Patriarch Hall hold discussions.

At this time, except for the palace master who was in retreat and the Zhanglufeng elder who was out, the other seven elders were sitting here, waiting quietly.

Xiong Liu, the elder of Wu Shifeng who summoned everyone, is huddled on the second wooden chair on the right. He has a goatee, sunken cheeks, a Taoist crown on his head, hiding his few hairs, and a wide

Taoist robes make an already thin body look even thinner.

"There has been another incident in the forbidden area." Xiong Liu's sharp voice sounded in the Patriarch Hall.

As soon as he finished speaking, several elders who had closed their eyes looked at each other.

Almost opening both eyes at the same time.

Sitting directly opposite Xiong Liu, Zhuang En, the elder of Huqiu Peak with a childlike face and fair hair, stroked his long beard and asked, "Is that monster out?"

Xiong Liu chuckled and ignored him.

The elder of Wangyue Peak, Yuan Yueyue’s father, Yuan Chi, who was sitting at the top of the left table, lowered his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "Elder Xiong, please just tell the truth."

Xiong Liu rolled up his sleeves, snorted coldly, and stood up from his seat, "The blood essence gathered, and the demon moon reappeared. If I hadn't noticed it quickly, the blood lotus would have bloomed!"

"What!"

All the elders were shocked, even the Third Realm martial arts elder from Henglian Peak exclaimed in surprise.

"What about now?" Gong Zhuang En, who had spoken before, continued to ask.

Xiong Liu didn't raise his voice this time. He folded his sleeves and said, "The lotus buds were scattered by me, but they won't last long. You should think about it. Don't expect my Wu Shifeng disciples to go up and die!"

After speaking, his head sank, he fell into his robe, leaned back, and locked himself in the wooden chair again, obviously unwilling to speak any more.

"When the time comes, I, Yuanchi, will be the first!" Yuanchi flicked his sleeves, stood up suddenly, and strode out the door with his sword swaying behind him.

No one dared to object, and no one in the same situation dared to object to what a sword cultivator said.

If he said the first one, it must be the first one.

It was not until he left that the remaining elders began to discuss matters.

"How many of us have a chance of winning?" an elder holding a cane near the door on the right whispered.

Opposite me, a burly man with thunder snakes on his wrists sneered: "I don't know the odds, but it doesn't make much difference whether I include you or not."

The elder who spoke earlier had a dark expression on his face, "Which one of you sitting here is not?"

This sentence immediately silenced the entire hall. Although I was unhappy with what he said, I had to say that it was indeed true.

"Otherwise, please ask the palace master to come out of seclusion." The only female elder present said.

As soon as she finished speaking, the burly man objected: "No, the palace master's retreat is very important. We must not disturb him until the moment of life and death."

"Then we can only ask the court, otherwise it's really up to us to die?" the elder by the door said, holding on to his cane.

"Hey, the imperial court? Jingzui is in Dongwu City at the foot of the mountain. You can go there if you are able!" Xiong Liu's sharp voice sounded from within the robe.

Suddenly, a warm voice sounded from outside the door, "I wonder why the elders are worried? Xinghai is willing to fight together."

Everyone looked towards the door together.

I saw Zhuo Xinghai in an off-white robe, playing with a jade pendant in his hand, looking elegant and smiling as he stepped in.

The aura of the Nascent Realm on his body was oscillating, as if he wanted to suppress it but couldn't. It was obviously that he had just broken through. Thinking about it, if he didn't have the cultivation of the Nascent Realm, he would definitely not be able to reach the Ancestral Master Hall.

"What? Which elder came to explain to Xinghai, I'm still confused now." Zhuo Xinghai said with a smile.

After a while, the crutch elder who was closest to him asked out of nowhere: "Has Xinghai entered the Mysterious Realm?"

Even if I saw it with my own eyes, it was still a bit unbelievable.

It wasn't until Zhuo Xinghai nodded lightly that he believed it. He leaned on crutches and turned back to the elders with a big smile and said, "This is the joy of Tianwu Palace. However, it is normal for Xinghai to have such a talent. Please continue to discuss the matter."

The remaining elders

The elders congratulated one after another. They are both in the Xuan Dynasty. Even if Zhuo Xinghai is a generation younger, they are still in the same way. After all, the world of cultivation has never been based on age, but the one with higher cultivation level. If Zhuo Xinghai can be the original

The earth broke through the realm again and became the mysterious and mysterious immortal of the third realm. Even if Zhuo Xinghai called them uncle a few days ago, they had to call him senior at this moment.

However, after the congratulations, several people discovered another problem, that is, there were no extra chairs or stools placed here. Some people looked towards the vacant Yuanchi and the positions of the absent Zhanglufeng elders.

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Xinghai did not squint, but looked straight towards the empty space three feet above the ground.

Seeing this, Gong Zhuang En couldn't help coughing.

Zhuo Xinghai held the jade pendant and turned around with a smile: "I wonder if Elder Gong is not feeling well. Xinghai happens to have some elixirs. Do you need them?"

Xiong Liu, who was huddled on the wooden chair, raised his head at some point and grinned, "Junior, the water is deeper than you see."

Zhuo Xinghai laughed loudly, walked up to him uncharacteristically, bent down, leaned in front of Xiong Liu, and said with a smile: "Thank you so much, Uncle Xiong, for last night."

Xiong Liu looked at this extremely handsome face so close to him, and he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain clearly.

The two looked at each other.

Different thoughts.

Zhuo Xinghai turned around and stepped out, then climbed onto the three-foot-high platform. He stretched out his hand and caressed the wooden chair with a look of intoxication on his face.

"How dare you!!!"

"presumptuous!"

"Get off here yet!"



Seeing this situation, all the elders were furious. But they were still puzzled as to why Zhuo Xinghai, who was usually down-to-earth and well-versed in world affairs, could do such a heinous act.

Is it possible that the strength is really impressive?

Or is this his true face?

Zhuo Xinghai turned a deaf ear, brushed his sleeves, turned around and sat down, raised his brows, looked at the people below, and said quietly: "From now on, I am the master of Tianwu Palace."

Then he lowered his head, grinned widely, and said with a big smile: "Everyone, it's time to stand in line."



At dawn, the valley finally gradually became brighter. Xu Changsheng was condescending, using his pupil skills to carefully explore the valley.
To be continued...
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