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Chapter 361 The comet shines. A hundred years of blockade
No more, finished?
Is it over? The vigorous battle, the bloody killings, the bloody killings. Is it over?
The man in black, who was like a god of murder, just disappeared like this and fell?
When he first debuted, the "Storm Killer" was a sensation that shook the world and was at the height of his popularity.
Finally, there was a result. Regardless of whether the result was good or bad, many people secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The nerves that had been strained by Zuo Wuzhou's disaster finally relaxed.
The last ray of light from the horizon sank, bidding farewell to a peerless and powerful man who was unparalleled in the world.
Then, it got dark.
The dark red sunset finally sets in the sky.
The soul monk looked at the minced flesh of dozens of soul monks who had been killed by Jue Gong Quan's sword. He was angry and dared not speak. He looked back frequently. Looking at the original passage place, it was indeed gone.
The heroes thought about it and were a little confused. After a long time of fighting life and death, it turned out that all their efforts were in vain. The people they wanted to beat and the people they wanted to capture were all gone.
The gentle buzzing became louder and louder, and everyone slowly went back, becoming more vigilant. The Huntian Sect was so overbearing, and took action regardless of public opinion. Today it was Zuo Wuzhou, next time it will be them.
Gui Wuxiang looked around coldly and disdainfully, and in his heart he could only curse with disdain: "A group of mediocre people, how dare they be dissatisfied. If it weren't for the protection of my Soul Heavenly Sect, how would these people survive?" He paused briefly and thought in his heart.
Thinking: "Zuo Wuzhou is a hundred times better than these people."
From the standpoint of the Huntian Sect, Gui Wuxiang was extremely angry and displeased with Zuo Wuzhou. However, Gui Wuxiang had to admit that Zuo Wuzhou was probably the most powerful martial artist he knew. The most powerful
Soul Monk
.What makes him powerful is not his cultivation, but his heart and ambition.
With a confused heart, each group of people embarked on the return journey with their own losses. It is hard to describe how they felt in their hearts, filled with various flavors.
The casual cultivator walked the fastest, and Tianhuo was in a particularly heavy mood. He was at a loss and at a loss. It was not that he didn't want to save, but it was because he was helpless. With his own strength, he resisted the Hun Tian Sect and other sects. Such deeds are widely seen in major
The sect will not be praised, but if you plant a seed of excitement among casual practitioners, it will definitely become a legend.
I don’t want to live on my knees, but I want to die standing up. A good man with unparalleled integrity. Just like many legends of non-commercial cultivators, he guides and inspires the path of non-commercial cultivators.
There are people who cannot be beaten to death, defeated or defeated.
The casual cultivators saw it, felt it, and were inspired. When they return, they will also recite it.
The casual cultivator walked away, looking back three times.
The remaining sects looked at this shocking and unexpected result with great dismay.
The people of Jiutian Sect gathered together, Jun Lei smiled half-heartedly, "Congratulations to Brother Ghost, you have finally eliminated the serious trouble in your heart. It's amazing, it's really amazing."
"Excuse me." Gui Wuxiang couldn't detect the sarcasm in it, so he just excused it.
The Jiutian Sect was not in a hurry to leave first, but gathered together to fight with each other with a smile on their faces, and then retreated with their own thoughts.
When all the sects packed up and left, Gui Wuxiang's smile faded away and he focused on the original location of the passage. Thinking of not being able to witness Zuo Wuzhou's death, he always had some regrets. But he didn't take it seriously. Even if it was a little bit.
The uneasiness was just a shake of the head and was thrown away.
If Yuhui was the only way for the soul monks to survive, it would have been completely occupied by the soul monks over the years. What the top soul monks of all ages have been unable to do, Gui Wuxiang will never believe in Zuo Wu no matter how uneasy he is.
The boat can survive in it.
Thinking about it carefully, Gui Wuxiang secretly sighed: "This son has not lost his heroic nature, but it is a pity that he is the enemy of our sect and does not know whether to live or die. It is a pity. Such a genius is rare to see in ten thousand years."
I felt for a moment that Gui Wuxiang was not so despicable as to belittle Zuo Wuzhou. With the domineering power of Hun Tianzong, he would not even bother to do such a thing of verbally putting others down in order to elevate himself.
Feeling sorry for Zuo Wuzhou's talent, Gui Wuxiang smiled lightly. There was some appreciation. But if Zuo Wuzhou didn't die, how could he feel at ease, and how could Hun Tianzong feel at ease.
With a sword and a pair of fists, he controls the world. Jiaohun Tianzong is in trouble, and Zuo Wuzhou is willing to die, which is enough to comfort him.
The heroes walked a little slowly, showing that they were not very willing.
Gui Wuxiang killed Zuo Wuzhou so decisively and neatly, which really surprised many people.
Just like Zuo Wuzhou's doubts, this battle has caused many soul monks to wonder: "Super holy weapon, supernatural power, time and space beacon, why is the Soul Heaven Sect not moved at all.
How could he get rid of Zuo Wuzhou so neatly?"
Even if the Soul Heaven Sect looks down on the Eye of Heavenly King Book, it shouldn't look down on the magical power. Even if it looks down on the magical power, it should never look down on the soul-suppressing seal. It shouldn't look down on the time and space sign.
The soul-suppressing seal maintains the safety of the true soul world, and the time and space beacon is an even more important treasure than this.
Why? Of course there is no explanation for the ghost's lack of appearance, and no one would be stupid enough to ask. This question has been brewing in everyone's mind and has taken root. Maybe one day it will finally come to fruition.
Thoughts about the future. When the heroes recalled this battle, doubts emerged one after another.
Zuo Wuzhou's knife. Why is it so weird? It can hang in the air on its own and hurt people. It's like moving with a sword, but it's not.
Zuo Wuzhou is a martial artist, so why can he use magical powers?
Where is that soul-suppressing seal hidden?
However, no one can answer it.
"Sage, do you want to send someone back to take a look?"
"No need. Gui Wuxiang must be in charge personally. He will leave after a few days when it becomes completely unavailable." Jue Gongquan shook his head.
Jue Gongquan felt slightly happy, then secretly sank.
Lan;! "This time I used the secret and unrewarded new sword skill, and it really attracted the strength of Gui Pao Xiang. It was actually stronger than I expected."
The Wudao have the right to look down on Gui Wuxiang's way of seeking the Tao, but that does not mean that Gui Wuxiang is a soft decoration. Gui Wuxian is not as good as Zhu Wudao, which does not mean that there will be differences in dealing with others. He is the second strongest person in the world.
It is by no means a wasted reputation.
Jue Gongquan's expression changed: "Do you really want to be controlled by Hun Tian Sect forever?"
Using the excuse of being on their way, Tianyuan Sect and Jitian Sect rushed back together.
Xu Bei looked down at the earth, with a solemn look in his eyes: "Gui Wuxiang and Jue Gongquan have taken action for the first time in a hundred years, and their power is extremely powerful."
Nian Qiangwei's face turned a little blue when she thought about it. She said something lightly, and if anyone else knew about it, it would definitely cause a huge stir: "Jue Gongquan is a swordsman. There are really amazing talents with amazing talents. But among others
My ability is only slightly better than that of you and me. On the contrary, I am a ghost, so we two may be able to compete with each other."
Jue Gongquan broke through the ghost dragon armor with one sword and was just a hair away from killing Zuo Wuzhou. That wasn't because Jue Gongquan was weak in ability. It was because Zuo Wuzhou was too fast. Xu Bei and Nian Qiangwei had their own accurate measure of his ability.
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In comparison, Gui Wuxiang's Wuxiang Seal penetrated Tianwangpu's defense with one move. Yuwei even severely injured Beidou, and Zuo Wuzhou behind him was also severely injured. This power is too terrifying.
"Gui Wuxiang is already so powerful, what about Zhu Wudao?" Xu Bei and Nian Qiangwei looked at each other in shock.
With Gui Wuxiang's ability, if he can defeat five or six ordinary martial saints, he will definitely win. Thinking about it this way, the deeper and unpredictable Zhu Wudao may have the ability to defeat ten of them with one.
Xu Bei and Nian Qiangwei were suddenly suffocated!
It's dark.
This battle broke out vigorously and ended in an unexpected way.
People from various sects and groups hurried back, while secretly regretting the death of another super genius, at the same time they finally realized that this battle revealed many things worth pondering.
The individual cultivators from all walks of life walked back and dispersed, thinking in their hearts and planning for the future. The individual cultivators are a sad group, they have momentum and weight, but they never become a phenomenon or a protagonist.
Rogue cultivators can have no affiliation, no sect, or even no camp. But they can't have no stance. Often stance is something that can cause the rogue cultivators to fall apart.
On the way back, each sect also thought about many future choices, current positions, and how to survive two super wars in the next hundred years.
Just for survival, if there is no life, there is only death.
A year ago, the Hun Tian Sect was brutally bombarded by the Super Holy Talisman. All the third generation disciples were wiped out, almost no one was spared. Everyone only thought that the Hun Tian Sect would be greatly reduced in strength and enter a period of decline.
The strength demonstrated by Gui Wuxiang in this battle reminds the people of the world that the Hun Tian Sect will decline in five hundred years. As long as Zhu Wudao and Gui Wu Xiang are still there, there will be a world dominated by the Hun Tian Sect.
It was indeed the strength demonstrated by Gui Wuxiang that was so shocking.
Many elderly people, with bleak expressions on their faces, recalled an era when all were unruly. An era when it was said that the undefeated were the rulers.
It was getting dark. No one knew when the first light of dawn would come. Jun Wang looked gloomy.
Dou Wushuang and Su Huang tried their best to amuse her, but they couldn't make Jun Wang smile. Maybe someone took her soul away with her.
Jun Lei walked over gently, and Dou Wushuang and Su Huang, who were making faces, retreated, still staring at this side with concern.
Jun Lei sighed softly, with some unspeakable worries: "My dear grandpa, grandpa knows that you are great. Your father's greatest achievement in this life is having a daughter like you."
"But, you are always a girl, so it's not good to keep your worries to yourself.
"Jun Lei is not a world-famous martial saint at this time, but a kind grandfather: "Grandpa knows. You are very proud and look down on others. That is what you deserve. But a person puts himself too high and too heavy.
, it will have a lot less flavor.”
"If you place it too high and too heavy, then you are not a human being, but the gods. There are no seven emotions and six desires." Jun Lei smiled: "The world looks at you with strange eyes. They only think that you are a monster. Who knows, my monster granddaughter
, it was the first time in my life that I cried.”
"Grandpa, I didn't cry." Jun Wang sighed softly and raised his head. He couldn't laugh or cry. As expected, there was no trace of crying.
"I wish you could cry just once." Jun Lei complained in a playful tone: "You can become human again only if you cry. That time your father and Gui Wujiang were seriously injured. I never saw you cry. That year, you had to be ten
Five years old.”
Jun Wang was in a daze: "I feel a little regretful. I have been distracted by chores and not focused on training. If I were a Martial Saint, I could help him this time."
If others knew that you had forgotten that you had mastered martial arts twenty years ago at about 180 years old, it would have been shocking because you were not concentrating on it. The 180-year-old Wu Yu was already a genius. If you forget that
No one knows how fast it will be if you focus on cultivation.
Jun Lei Zhenya: "You blame us for not taking action."
Jun Wang was as light as water, and he slowly shook his head: "This sect has the True Illusion Flower Bud, Ling Yuan, and I will cultivate to become a Martial Saint in sixty years!"
Jun Lei sighed, but he really wished that his granddaughter would cry. However, his granddaughter has always been the most unique, so different that she almost didn't look like the same person. Xu was the only one who was with Zuo Wuzhou.
, only the gestures of some children can be vaguely seen.
Jun Lei paused for a moment and said in a deep and powerful voice: "Zuo Wuzhou is dead. You can cry if you want. After crying, start over." He paused again. Jun Lei smiled bitterly: "You know. Liu Tian Zonghe
Zhentian Sect hinted that he hopes his disciples can marry you back."
Jun Wangyanran: "Grandpa, he is not dead."
Jun Lei was stunned, Jun Wang Qianqian calmly stared at the horizon: "I understand him, he will not die so easily, even if he dies, he will come back for revenge. I will see him then."
Even if you only get one side.
"One day, he will come back. When he comes back, he will bring a ray of light to the darkness."
On the horizon where you forget to stare, there is a ray of dawn quickly shining on the world.
I forgot to wait for you for hundreds of years.
The century-old star created the brightest ray of light in the lifeless world of soul cultivation, and then disappeared.
It seems like it has been here, but it seems like it has never been there.
Zuo Wuzhou rolled into the Yuhui Yuan in great embarrassment. The burning pain in his heart dragged the ground until it was bloody. The injury hit his heart, and Fang Zi couldn't help but a mouthful of blood welling up. He cursed in his heart,
An Hai: "This ghost has no form and is really scary."
One thought arises and one thought dies.
"Second brother!"
A crisp and sad voice reached his ears, and a petite figure rushed towards him. Zuo Wuzhou was extremely happy, and he raised his head to look around. When he saw Wu Xi looking nervously and concerned, he burst out laughing. He pulled at his injury, and Wu Xi vomited a mouthful of blood.
All over the body.
Just as he was about to reply, he suddenly felt that the aura in the passage suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Zuo Wuzhou smiled bitterly: "We still failed to break through. Yuhuiyuan was indeed closed."
After taking a handful of medicine, Zuo Wuzhou lost the potency and felt a little better. He could barely sit still and said, "Wuxi, why are you here? Didn't I just let you and I forget to be together?"
Wu Xi felt distressed and used her sleeves to wipe away the blood stains on Zuo Wuzhou: "Second brother, don't say any more. I asked sister Jun Wang to send me here."
After a quick glance, Zuo Wuzhou breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that everyone was safe and sound. He wanted to pat Wu Xi to express comfort, but when he saw that his hands were covered with blood and minced meat, he gave up the thought and only blamed: "You follow me?"
You forget that we are together, we only live a good life. You have to come here to live a hard life. I sent you there in the first place because I wanted you to cultivate in peace and not live a life-threatening life like me."
Wu Xi felt sad but determined: "Second brother, I am an adult. I am not afraid of fighting or killing the enemy."
Zuo Wuzhou scratched his head and spit out a mouthful of blood: "No matter how great you are, you are still my sister. As an elder brother, it is my duty to protect you. Even if you become a super saint in the future, with me here
, I will fight if there is a fight.
He looked up at Xiaocao and noticed a hint of hostility in Xiaocao. Zuo Wuzhou smiled: "Xiaocao, you are the same."
Xiaocao squatted aside, supporting Zuo Wuzhou, his eyes occasionally touched Wu Xi, and Wu Xi cast a kind and gentle look.
Xiaocao suddenly felt a little ashamed. Her jealousy and hostility toward Wuxi actually came suddenly and inexplicably. Seeing the scene of Zuo Wuzhou loving and even doting on Wuxi, Xiaocao always had the illusion of being separated from her love and care.
No wonder Xiaocao is so sensitive. She has no relatives. Her only relative is Zuo Wuzhou, which is her greatest sense of security. Wuxi's appearance really gave her the illusion that someone who belonged to her was being carved up.
No wonder it's sensitive.
Wu Xi's kindness made Xiao Cao feel a little guilty. It seemed that she had taken away the care and love that should belong to Wu Xi. The sudden trace of hostility disappeared.
"Beidou, how are you doing?"
Beidou's face was as golden as paper, and he shook his head slowly: "It's very bad. One of my souls was seriously injured and almost lost its breath."
The soul is hidden deep in the soul orifice, so the soul is difficult to be injured. Zuo Wuzhou has fought countless times, but he has never injured the enemy's soul once. Of course, he may have been injured, and he doesn't know.
His purpose is not to hurt the soul, but to kill the enemy.
It is difficult to hurt the soul, but if it is hurt in one day, it is a very important thing. Compared with death, the soul is seriously injured and the energy is dispersed. The dead soul is not the kind of dead soul that is cultivated, but a real dead soul.
For a soul monk, destroying his soul is equivalent to the most cruel abuse and torture. Life is worse than death.
Zuo Wuzhou is used to killing decisively. No matter how deep his hatred is, he will end it with one blow and never torture or torture. Most of the time, most soul monks fight not to kill the enemy, but to seriously injure others.
The soul is the purpose.
Aliens like Zuo Wuzhou who are not afraid of making enemies and will die if they kill them are still a minority. The vast majority of soul monks still have normal human nature. They do not want to make more enemies or offend more enemies. Therefore, killing souls is a common enemy.
One of the methods.
Beidou smiled miserably: "You forgot, we have Tianshui, it won't be a problem. After ten or eight years of cultivation, this soul will be able to return to its full glory."
"Ghost has no appearance!" Zuo Wuzhou frowned, with a cold look on his face: "Beidou, send me this revenge, and wait for the strange creature to take revenge."
Beidou admitted honestly: "Unless I become a super saint, I can't beat him."
Zuo Wuzhou was secretly amused: "Then cultivate yourself into a super saint."
"We have survived this battle, no matter what we do in the future, can't we still do it?" Zuo Wuzhou said meaningfully: "Fighting is the tempering of one's mind and character."
"Every time I experience a dangerous battle, I am very happy that I survived." Tian Mangmang and Zuo Wuzhou were fascinated: "In the future, even if I encounter all kinds of difficulties in the soul path, I will think of those battles. I will live
Once we get down, there is nothing we can’t do, and we can’t fight hard.”
Wuxi looked up at her second brother, tears welling up in her eyes. She felt that her words, which should have been heroic, were extremely sad.
The peaceful few days have passed!
Zuo Wuzhou, who was in slightly better condition, led Wu Xi, Xiaocao, Yaksha, Beidou and Songhu, as well as the captive Ran Xiaohan, and left in a mighty manner.
I went here not only to concentrate on cultivation, but also to try to find a way to return to the true soul world.
After walking forward for a while, Zuo Wuzhou suddenly stopped and looked back. His eyes were deep and the stars were burning brightly: "I will come back, I will definitely come back!"
Zuo Wuzhou's home, relatives, friends, confidante, enemies, and enemies are all in the real soul world. He will definitely come back, even if he goes to hell, he will come back. A man's promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold!
The sky is vast and the wind is blowing, sending me a song!
"Today, he fled far away after a battle, but he came back again. At the same time, his bones were as white as hills. It was me, the God of Killing, who returned."