"later......"

The Wu Sect became more and more interested in telling him how he won the favor of his previous Wu Sect and how he understood the mysterious past of the Wu Temple, just as he brought An Bochen and Sima Jin to tell the story of his youth.

Sima Jin did not interrupt again, sometimes frowned and sometimes bit his lip.

An Bochen, who was standing beside her, knew that Sima Jin was thinking about the authenticity of Wu Zong and looking for something in the story. Since he did not interrupt, most of what Wu Zong said was true, but no matter how he was, Wu Zong, above the thousands of people in the Southern Desert, why did he tell us this? Could it be that he hadn't seen the hometown people for a long time and couldn't help but feel excited...

An Bochen shook his head, and then he suddenly changed his tone of Wu Zong.

"...... I just knew the secret, and the evil man who was chasing me came. He didn't fight me head-on, and kept bewitching the Wu Sect. The old Wu Sect got into a trap and became suspicious of me. We fought in this Wu Temple, and he secretly attacked me and severely injured me. He set up these nine magic circles to trap my body in a sized place. He would never take a step until the last moment of his life."

Wu Sect's voice was very soft, as if the silk thread that was about to be broken at any time also exuded a gloomy atmosphere.

I think so, I was framed by someone. Not only was I seriously injured, but I was also imprisoned in a place that could only see a sunrise and a moon set. Everyone would still be resentful. After more than a hundred years of imprisonment, he could not drive him crazy.

An Bochen and Sima Jin looked at each other and at the same time they felt puzzled.

"Why didn't he kill you?"

As she pondered, An Bochen asked.

The man imprisoned Wu Sect in the Southern Wilderness. Although he controlled his body, Wu Sect could still wander out of his body. It would be better to kill him completely to avoid future troubles.

"Why not kill me?"

Wu Zong's Qingyu vest shook again, his voice wrapped in endless ridicule, and there were other words: "Who can be ruthless than plants and trees? Hahaha... He doesn't kill me because he feels guilty."

From the Central Plains to the Southern Wilderness, he spent such a great price to subdue the Wu Sect, but finally let him go... just because of guilt?

An Bochen was silent. Wu Zong did not speak as if he was false, but every sentence was absurd. If the stories he told before were true, more than a hundred years ago, he was also a peerless figure. Wouldn't the person who imprisoned him here be even more powerful? That person...

His eyes swept through nine sinks again. With such exquisite and unique craftsmanship, An Bochen's heart thrilled and suddenly remembered someone.

Could it be him?

"What is that secret?"

Before An Bochen could ask, Sima Jin asked, "She was more concerned about the secret than who imprisoned Wu Zong."

"The younger generation is not polite, but he actually talks to me in this tone!"

Sneering, Wu Zong's tone changed again, taking it as weird and elusive.

Sima Jin was stunned and looked complicated.

At this moment, I heard Wu Zong laugh and said with a smile: "It's okay to tell you that secret. If I remember correctly, from today on, ten years later, outside immortals and gods will descend to the East Realm. Dakuang will also belong to the Eastern Realm, and there will inevitably be a disaster. Those immortals and gods are destined to be even more cruel than monsters. Once they arrive, they will be the end of my Eastern Realm."

Upon hearing this, An Bochen glanced at Sima Jin with a calm expression, and then looked at Wu Zong who seemed to be waiting for the two of them to show surprise, secretly amused.

"So you already know."

不消时,巫宗便反应过来,淡淡说着:“知道更好.早在我发现了那个秘密后,它便不再是秘密,这也是他们为何不放过我的原因.他们欲蒙蔽众生,欲将秘密藏到最后一刻,我却不愿.众生虽不平等,可既然同处一地,那便是一国之民,一族之兄弟.仙神妖魔虽强,也并非无敌,却首先要众志成城,同仇敌忾,岂能像如今这般浑浑噩噩,到了大难临头尚不自知?如此一来,如何守住疆土,保卫家园?”

The immortal is in the East Realm. This secret that once shocked An Bochen, I still don’t feel much when I hear it again.

Perhaps because of the time, I heard that Amber Chen had already been numb again and again. But today I heard from Wu Zong again, Amber Chen felt a completely different feeling, which had never happened before, which made him nervous and uneasy.

"Why are the immortals and gods from the outside world coming? They have never been here after so many years. Why do they come in ten years?" After thinking for a moment, Sima Jin looked up and asked Wu Zong, but she still spoke coldly.

"Hahaha... haven't been here? How do you know they haven't been here?"

It seemed that he had heard something extremely ridiculous. Wu Zong raised his head and laughed, with a few sarcasm in his voice: "Although the Taoist Dharma in the East Realm has declined, there are layers of barriers to protect the sky, and they are separated from those lucky lands for endless time and distance. They have to pay a price to come. Perhaps in ten years, the price will be reduced to the minimum, or perhaps for other reasons. It is said that it is an immortal god, and how can the affairs of immortal gods be known to us ordinary people?"

After a pause, Wu Zong said again: "As for why they came, they are naturally looking for it...for nothing. You don't need to know these things. If you know them, you will inevitably have a disaster."

Speaking of the most critical point, Wu Zong was actually kept in a silence, which made An Bochen itchy.

Unintentionally, Yu Guang fell to Sima Jin, and An Bochen was stunned.

As the sky gradually became late, the moonlight shone from the dense grids of the dome, flowing in the trough made of mercury, but it also shone with Sima Jin's face. The moonlight rolled quietly like flowing water.

"I dare to ask Lord Wu Sect. Since there are endless time and distances, how did those immortals and gods come to Dakuang through time and distance?"

Sima Jin asked after a while of silence.

"There are many methods, some rely on Taoism, and some rely on extraordinary treasures. Take the East China Sea Bell where we are. If you rebuild it, gather spiritual energy and recover it, as long as your strength is strong enough, you may be able to throw it into the blessed land of the cave in one breath."

Wu Zong laughed.

His words were obviously joking, half true and half false, but Sima Jin seemed to believe it, raised his head, looked at the temple hall again, thinking about something.

Somehow, when she saw Sima Jin like this, An Bochen felt a little uneasy. She looked at the sink again. An Bochen said in a deep voice: "Dare you ask Lord Wu Sect, the person who is chasing you, is the surname Yi?"

Wu Zong was silent, Sima Jin was stunned.

"You know him too? That's better."

After a brief silence, Wu Zong admitted it without hesitation, and there was a hint of joy in his voice.

未等安伯尘开口,巫宗接着又道:“他是天涯阁传人,早在许多年前便知道仙临之事,却只顾死守秘密,毫无半点作为.且不谈他为人如何,至少在这件事上,他大错特错.”

To Amberchen's surprise, Wu Sect did not show much hatred, and seemed to be talking about an irrelevant person.

"What he wants is to follow the trend of history and to adapt to the so-called will and destiny of heaven. Their sect is already transcendent to the world. The rise and fall of Dakuang and even the Eastern Realm are just a story of ten things in his eyes. The people who die tragically in the future are just a number in the story, and have nothing to do with him. But we are different. We were born in the Eastern Realm and grew up in the Eastern Realm. How can we sit and watch all this with our eyes?"

"Then what did you do?" Sima Jin asked in anger.

"Me?" Wu Zong smiled, with bitterness and unwillingness in his voice: "When I knew that secret, it was still a hundred years before Xianlin. At that time, I gathered Dakuang's full strength and might have created a group of cultivators who could compete with the immortals and gods. You must know that after the immortals and gods arrive, our own strength will be greatly damaged. We Dakuang monks are waiting for their hard work and hit the head-on, and there is no hope. However, as I said before, as I just learned the news, he came to the Southern Wilderness and imprisoned me here. I only rely on the sun rise and moon set once a day to absorb the spiritual enchantment of heaven and earth, and recuperate my injuries. It took me forty or fifty years to finally regain my soul body and wander out. It wasted forty or fifty years, and it was no longer possible to cultivate monks in ordinary ways. I had to aim at the Dakuang royal family and prepare to use the power of the royal family."

"After twenty years, I finally waited for the opportunity. I pretended to be an alien and dreamed of a prince, told him everything, and taught him the technique of laying out his fingers, assisting him to ascend to the throne..."

"But Zhao Xuanxu?"

Amberchen raised his eyebrows.

"That's right." Wu Zong didn't seem to notice An Bochen's anger and said lightly: "One of the princes of Dakuang's generation is the only one who can bear great responsibilities, be ambitious, patient, and work hard enough. But he still disappointed me in the end. His methods are too extreme and too crazy. However, the road has been completed. Although I can wander, it is an illusory technique after all. It cannot be stopped after leaving the body for more than seven days. Fortunately, you are here."

At the end of the story, Wu Sect's voice trembled slightly, as if he could not control the excitement he had suppressed for a long time.

"So, you led me to come, just wanting me to break the formation for you so that you can let you go."

Looking at Wu Sect, An Bochen said calmly. The final truth was indeed the same as he had thought before. Wu Sect circled one after another, just to use his Wuxie strike to break the magic array.

"That's right. Although you only have the heavenly level cultivation level, you can have tens of thousands of pounds of power with one shot. These magic arrays have existed for more than a hundred years, and their spiritual energy is exhausted day and night, so you can no longer resist your full blow. If I leave the Witch Temple, I will turn the tide and revive the situation in Dakuang."

Wu Zong’s tone was complicated, with a hint of expectation.

"Xiao Anzi..."

Sima Jin opened his mouth and looked at the silent An Bochen, but he didn't know what to say.

She and Mr. Yi have a good relationship. From this point of view alone, she doesn't want to release the Wu Sect. But if what Wu Sect said is true, letting him go would be like adding a very substantial bargaining chip to deal with Emperor Kuang. The most important point is that the witch who controls the little official is still in his hands. If he doesn't let him go, who would know what he would do to the little official? Through the nine magic circles, she and An Bochen could not get close to each other, except for the magic circles being destroyed.

Nine troughs stretch across the Wu Temple, which is not only a cage that imprisons the Wu Sect and his amulet. Mr. Yi, who created them back then, probably wouldn't have thought of it.

"Why me?"

At this moment, Amberchen spoke.

Looking at Wu Sect, An Bochen said calmly and indifferently: "There are countless powerful people in Dakuang. Over the years, you have countless choices, why did you choose me?"
Chapter completed!