Chapter 155: Change the appointment, one step is successful
Before deciding to go on this trip, Zhong Ye, a new disciple of Guiwujiu, had asserted that there would be an opportunity to meet in this trip.
Regarding the words of this somewhat heretical disciple, I did not take it lightly.
It’s just that I didn’t blame anyone and I didn’t ask for anything. Everything just happened naturally. Until today, the answer to the mystery was finally revealed.
After more than ten rests, another person escaped into the camp.
This person has short, semi-white hair. His eyes are faintly red, and his complexion is slightly bluish. His movements when reaching out to tighten the cloud ring also appear a little heavy.
Gui Wujiu could see at a glance that in terms of mental energy and determination, he was far inferior to the previous monks.
This is also true. No matter how hard your mind is, you can't withstand the bloody facts grinding before your eyes like a millstone. Gui Wujiu didn't show a trace of violence from beginning to end, but every blow he took so easily was
Harvesting a human life without any luck, without any possibility of escape.
In fact, if this person was the first to appear, he might not have lacked courage; but due to the orders of the sect, he had to risk his life to fight, and so on, and there was a sense of sadness in his heart.
Regarding all this, Gui Wujiu has a clear understanding of fire. But his mind is as solid as iron, so naturally he will not say a word——
At most, I just need to be patient and wait quietly.
After more than ten breaths, the man opposite took advantage of it and finally let go to attack.
The wind and clouds are moving.
The martial spirit appears in the form of a blue bird.
After this person tried his best to launch his offensive, Gui Wujiu nodded secretly in his heart.
It turned out that after experiencing fear, hesitation and hesitation, and dozens of breaths of mental adjustment, the power of the white-haired cultivator's near-death blow was not only not compromised, but was actually slightly better than the previous seven.
He reached a level he had never reached before.
It's just that although Guo Guo was praised in his heart, he would not hold back. It was still a perfect blow that decided the outcome of life and death and took this person's life.
The spirit of martial arts enters the body, regulates breath and nourishes Qi.
The moment his energy gradually recovered, Gui Wujiu took a closer look, and sure enough, the man in silver armor had returned to the battlefield as promised.
What could be seen through the silver mask was that the man's pupils were slightly condensed, and his attitude was obviously different from before.
In fact, I can roughly guess what he was thinking at this time.
The psychology of the people in Shining Armor is exactly the same as that of Shang Mingbo, Le Siyuan and others.
When Gui Wujiu faced off against the first and second people, he must have been very happy, because the strength displayed by Gui Wujiu was obviously inferior to his own. But starting from the third person, after every battle, Gui Wujiu,
After adjusting the breath steadily for sixteen breaths, he regained his composure, but it made the man in silver armor unpredictable.
At this moment, the two of them were very close to each other, and the man in silver armor also tried to secretly release his qi sensor, trying to detect whether Gui Wujiu was strong on the outside but strong on the inside.
It's a pity that the divine inspiration is so dark and unclear that no one can know its reality.
There was a vague intuition in the heart of the man in silver armor - it seemed that even at the cost of eight people, Gui Kuai's strength was not lost at all.
After a stalemate for more than ten breaths, Gui Wujiu had an idea in his mind and suddenly said: "If fellow Taoists are not sure, there is no need to limit it to eight people; you might as well send a few more people."
Hearing this, the man in silver armor tilted his head slightly, and without hesitation, said loudly: "Okay! This is the initiative of fellow Taoist, but not the forced request of Shuangji Palace. The words are settled, and there is no regret for what I say!"
Gui Wujiu seemed to be surprised by the attitude of the man in silver armor. He couldn't help but be slightly stunned, even a little dazed.
It came too easily.
After discovering the mystery of the combination of martial souls, which is similar to the "Thousand Marriage Living Refining Technique", Gui Wujiu couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency in his heart: if he got five more people, he would be done.
But this sense of urgency was immediately eliminated by his state of mind——
Because the conditions agreed between Gui Wujiu and the Shining Armor Man were to defeat eight people first. After eight people, it would be the time for the Shining Armor Man to fight in person.
Once Gui Wujiu and Shining Armor decide the winner, the battle will be decided in advance.
When using the "Martial Soul Sacrifice Technique" to fight, unless the other party takes the initiative to use it, it cannot be forced by the initiative.
Therefore, Gui Wujiu has been mentally prepared for a long time. Although this martial soul refining technique has been tested, it may not be able to be completed in today's competition. It may not be completed until the real life-and-death battle between the giant sects.
After all, his disciple Zhong Ye’s prophecy of “expanding to the southeast of Hebei” seems inconsistent with today’s direction.
However, Gui Wujiu seemed to have doubts when he saw the man in silver armor just now, so he asked the question with the attitude of giving it a try.
Unexpectedly, the other party accepted it without hesitation.
The man in silver armor seemed surprised to see that he was blameless, and laughed loudly: "Whether fellow Taoist you want to use this to attack your heart and show your determination to win; or you want to drain our morale and manpower; or you are just trying to spread suspicion,
To teach someone to doubt whether the 'Martial Soul Sacrifice' is ineffective for you is just in vain. For someone to be pragmatic and not vain, as long as it is a change that is beneficial to oneself, there is no reason to hesitate."
"It's okay to leak the truth for fellow Taoists. We, Shuangji Palace, have made a contract, and there are twenty-four elders who can die for the sect. Even if eight people died, there are still sixteen people. At the moment
Do you dare to accept them one by one?"
"Fellow Taoist, you made a miscalculation."
Gui Wujiu understands in his heart.
In the heart of the Shining Armor man, as long as he firmly believes that facing more opponents will more or less consume the blame, then he will take it without hesitation, without considering whether it is true or false.
Plan, a strategy to attack the heart.
The essence of these Taoist thoughts is the Shining Armor Man's absolute confidence in his own status. He is the only one who relies on the success of the Shuangji Palace. As for the survival of the elders in other sects, he does not care at all.
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Now that the great gift was delivered to his door, Gui Wujiu was in a good mood and said with a smile: "Sixteen people... Fellow Taoist, you are serious. No matter what, you must leave some fire for the sect. Fellow Taoist, you can send people to come."
Fill in, when is the time for you to fight, you can choose it yourself."
The man in silver armor thought he had succeeded, and escaped from the light with great satisfaction.
In front of the simple camp set up by one side of Shuangji Hall.
Seeing the men in silver armor returning to the battle, more than a hundred people had different reactions.
The Great Elder Wu Wenlin, who was in charge of Weizong in the Shuangji Hall who was sitting in the main seat and the side seats, was just slightly startled, and then his demeanor returned to normal, as if he was shaking off his attitude as a shopkeeper.
But the hundreds of monks sitting around the table could not help but whisper.
Seeing that the decisive battle was coming early, these people gathered their energy and planned to watch a good show. Unexpectedly, they failed to enjoy it to the fullest.
Under the main hall, more than ten people were arrayed on the left side of Weizong, and it was obvious that their expressions seemed to have changed slightly.
As soon as the man in silver armor landed, a smile appeared on Yu Zong's face, and he asked casually: "Why does my dear brother come back again and again?"
The great elder Wu Wenlin also raised his hand in greeting.
The man in silver armor did not answer, but Wei Zong himself answered very quickly: "In short, it has been decided that the formation arrangements for this battle, the choice of advance and retreat, are all decided by my dear brother, and Wei will not interfere."
As soon as these words came out, the man in silver armor said: "Since he wants to show off his strength, how can I not fulfill his wish?"
Turning his head and looking at the seats on the left, the man in silver armor said calmly: "What are you waiting for? Please stop."
The faces of the dozen or so people who had slightly changed their colors now became even more ugly.
These dozen or so people are all elders of Shuangji Palace who signed the death contract.
Those who dare to make a death pact are naturally not courageous people. In addition, most of them have a short life span, and it is inevitable that they will be washed away by the waves.
All the elders had previously been determined to die, and who would go out to fight was determined by drawing lots. When the first eight people were chosen one by one, and the remaining sixteen survived the disaster, they always felt a little happy in their hearts.
But the swing between life and death is the most torturous.
At this time, their energy and spirit relaxed slightly, thinking that they would be lucky enough to live a long life, but something happened again. Even people with the best temperament will have fluctuations.
At the third to last table, a middle-aged man in green robe roughly cupped his hands and asked with some difficulty: "May I ask...how many more people are needed?"
The man in silver armor waved his hand, and said impatiently as if he had some points: "If I feel that I have a chance to win, I will not die in vain compared to you."
Seeing the opportunity, Wu Wenlin stretched out his hand to signal.
Immediately, a young cultivator dressed as a palace guard came forward, holding a golden pot in his hand.
Although the mouth of this pot is open, there is a sophisticated restriction hidden to prevent prying eyes.
The elders no longer delayed, and at the same time, they concentrated their fingertips, aligned with each other, and gently touched the golden pot.
I felt like a lifetime, as more than ten copper balls the size of fingernails shot out from the spout of the pot, and each one bounced into the palm of each person's hand without missing a beat.
When the strange brilliance of the copper ball, like a wax seal, faded away, a closer look revealed that the copper balls in the palms of the other eleven people were all purple; only one person was holding a black ball. By coincidence, it was none other than the person who just appeared in the question.
An elder in green robe.
Now that it was settled, procrastinating any longer would suddenly make people laugh. The green-robed elder immediately stood up, bowed to everyone, sighed slightly, and went to the sky.
The man in silver armor suddenly sharpened his eyes and just followed this person.
From entering the battlefield, greeting each other, harmonizing the atmosphere, taking full action... and finally to death and blameless hands, everything is captured in the eyes.
After more than ten breaths, Xinjia spit out two words: "Continue."
Draw lots and repeat the order of battle.
The second person.
third person.
The fourth person.
After the fourth person went into battle, all the elders had already given up the hope of surviving.
At this time, they had already seen clearly that although they were regarded as elders of the sect, they were just pawns in a higher-level game. The pillar of the sect did not mind sacrificing a few lives in exchange for
A 20% chance of a decisive victory.
But at this moment, the man in silver armor narrowed his eyes.
He identified clearly: after the death of the fourth person, Gui Wujiu adjusted his breath to more than twenty breaths and never recovered.
The palace guard holding the golden pot in his hand had already stepped forward again to perform the fifth round, which was the thirteenth round of drawing in total. The man in silver armor stretched out his hand to stop and said loudly: "His limit has been reached."