"God, what do you mean?"

Ji Wu slowly stood up from his seat, and his might came out through his body. He was huge and vast, as magnificent as the deep sea. He raging around him, attacking Zhouchuan, shocking the entire jade square and making a rustling sound.

Zhou Chuan's expression remained unchanged. He stood in front of Gu Feng and Aliang, holding the magic halberd inverted, surging magic power, his whole person was like a wind eye, and his spiritual energy circled like a vortex. His thin figure seemed to be like the Nine Heavens Cloud Peak, standing tall, easily resisting Ji Wu's pressure.

Zhou Chuan didn't say anything, and looked coldly at the head of Cangming Sect, the old man in gray robe.

The right eye is deep and dark, surrounded by demonic energy; the left eye is bright and bright, with divine patterns hovering;

The divine eyes, like the sun and the moon, blinked without blinking, full of indifference. When closed, it seemed like magical powers evolved. A purple black thunder shone and sizzled, shooting towards the old man in the gray robe, containing a powerful sense of silence. Wherever he passed, the floor cracked inch, and the fragments turned into nothingness. Even the space fluctuated, causing ripples and was about to break.

"Help, please help me!" the old man in gray robe shouted immediately.

Faced with the terrifying and terrifying Taichu Divine Thunder, he was still a little self-aware.

In a critical moment, a sharp sword shadow appeared in time, shining with a bright and endless sharpness, appearing in front of the old man with gray robe.

"Zheng!"

The infinite sword light burst out, the space was twisted, and all the purple black thunders covered by the sword intent were all broken by the sharp edge and annihilated.

"Hide away!"

The dragon roared proudly, and in a vague voice of Gu Zhichuan sounded, and the words fell, and the dazzling and sharp sword shadows were also destroyed with the mysterious thunder. Thousands of sword energy shattered and flew wildly.

Gu Zhichuan appeared and stood in front of the old man with gray robe. His blue shirt and sleeves were windless, his hair and beards blew up, mixed with a few strands of silver. His expression was extremely cold at this moment, and a sword scar that cut across his eyes added a hint of ferocity to him.

"Gu...Master Gu, you must kill this devil!" The old man in gray robe trembled, then quickly turned into a rainbow and fled to the sky, as if afraid that Zhou Chuan would attack him again.

The blue shirt was swaying, and Gu Zhichuan ignored him, but slowly raised the ancient sword in his hand and pointed the sword at Zhou Chuan. A different hustle and bustle of rivers was not like the domineering ancient sharpness of the dragon roar, revealing it, holding it but not emitting it, simple and unpretentious, instantly killing all the wind and waves.

"Are you really a person in the devil?"

Gu Zhichuan asked indifferently.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Chuan's face had no change, and he was still calm. He shook his head slightly, but said, "So what? So what if it is not?"

He was too lazy to explain, nor could he explain clearly.

"Then I will destroy your divine thought first and then sweep Zhoushan!" Gu Zhichuan's face turned cold. At the end, he paused word by word, his tone became colder, and a murderous intent burst out from his whole body. The sword roared and roared, and it penetrated into the sky.

Seeing this scene below, some people were puzzled. Logically speaking, even if Zhou Chuan is a man in the devil's way, Gu Zhichuan shouldn't have such a great murderous intent on him, right?

But some people who have heard of Gu Zhichuan’s experience know the real reason.

According to rumors, when the Sect Master Gu was young, he had a starry eyebrow and sword-like eyes. He also had a confidante. The two of them were fighting swords and holding hands together. They were once a pair of fairy couples envious and jealous of the world.

It’s a pity that the law of heaven is reincarnation and the world is impermanent. Later, when the two of them were training in other counties, they met a demon cultivator by chance. After a bloody battle, Gu Zhichuan was not only seriously injured, but his foundation in his cultivation was damaged, but his beauty was even more dead and his fragrance died.

Although Gu Zhichuan was lucky enough to die, his heart had completely died. After that, he returned to the Changhe Sword Sect, inherited the Taoist tradition, devoted himself to running the sect, and cultivated his son, just to one day kill all the demons in the world.

His hatred for Zhou Chuan also came.

Three terrifying pressures of the great roads rage, treating the entire square as a battlefield. Various magical powers evolved and various phenomena transformed into shapes, carrying their own will and auras, attacking each other, and the battle was about to begin. Countless soldiers left and dispersed mortals, and the entire city fell into panic.

Those magical powers that are used casually and derived from illusions all contain extremely powerful Taoist rhymes and have mysterious and incredible powerful powers.

This terrifying and depressing feeling of wind filling the building was like millions of mountains hanging in the void, oppressing the monks so hard that they even breathed, and they were extremely shocked.

It would be fine if Ji Wu of the Zifu Period was powerful, but Zhou Chuan and Gu Zhichuan were not allowed to put their pressure on him, and they were evenly matched. This was enough to show that these two people were completely standing at the peak of the Dao. Taking action at will can cause huge storms. When ordinary Dao Period monks encounter it, they are hard to resist and can only retreat.

A look of horror appeared on everyone's faces, but none of the monks and Taoists had withdrawn. On the contrary, even though they were afraid, depressed, uncomfortable, or horrified, everyone's eyes shone and stared at the three people without blinking.

The path of immortality is difficult, and the further it goes, the more difficult it becomes. The bottlenecks are all natural barriers. Not everyone is a genius, a monster, with great sects, top forces rely on, and the strong are the masters.

For the many monks and casual cultivators here, it is not easy for them to reach this point today. They are all tempered by countless times of life and death, blood and fire. Many times, they have to compete with others for a spiritual medicine, a spiritual weapon, and a Taoist method.

It can be said that in terms of experience, they have much more difficult and tragic experience than the disciples of these sects such as Changhe Sword Sect, Baihua Palace, and Piaomiao Taoist Court.

But God is so unfair. Due to his own talent, cultivation resources, and hindered by the simplicity of Taoism and without the guidance and protection of powerful masters, even if they experience more or pay more, they will not be Zhou Chuan and Gu Zhichuan.

If there is no stunning fate in the sky, I can only look up to those evil geniuses in almost my life, compete step by step, walk far away, and then look at Ru Aliang, Gu Fan, Hua Rou..., the young generation of geniuses, from chasing to surpassing, and finally turning into looking up again.

During this, many people will die halfway, some will run out of their lives, some will be killed, and some will become stepping stones for those geniuses, who will defeat the chaos and become famous in one battle.

Although they are very unwilling to accept it, the reality is that it can be reversed without a single word and thought. Just like now, they are both asking and nourishing souls, but compared with the monsters of the great forces and Zhou Chuan's wall, they are like ants and dust, which is insignificant.

For Zhou Chuan and others, this is a battle, a game, a contest, but for the forces at the banquet and the casual cultivators, this is an opportunity. No one will be willing to miss the opportunity to observe the peak combat power and the powerful magical powers of the Purple Palace, especially when the great way is competing for the battle, and there is no life danger.

Everyone was in awe, held their breath and focused, and opened their eyes wide open in their desperate attempt to see the mystery from this great battle.

It’s a pity that the more powerful and supreme Taoism is, the more mysterious and obscure it is. Not to mention just observing and understanding the breath, it is a true view of half a volume of the Taoist scriptures, without the enlightenment of the system, even Zhou Chuan is difficult to realize the true meaning in a short time.

In addition, the current three major momentums are entangled and confused, and it is extremely difficult to get insights from them.
Chapter completed!