Chapter 370 Two Hundred Martial Saints. Weird, suddenly strong and sometimes weak
Two hundred! Martial Saint!
Zuo Wuzhou, who had always had a rock-like heart and remained unmoved, was finally shocked and his expression changed! Everyone looked at each other with unprecedented solemnity.
It is too shocking. Jiutian Sect and Thirty-three Earth Sects together may not have 200 Martial Saints. True Soul World No. 2, a top-level casual cultivator alliance, actually has 200 Martial Saints.
Containing his extremely agitated mood, Zuo Wuzhou returned to indifference, and a thought lingered in his mind: "Could it be that the soul monks here have something special about their cultivation, or have extraordinary talents?"
This number is really too huge. It is so huge that it is unimaginable. Zuo Wuzhou said calmly: "Oh, then, how many super saints are there?"
"I don't know." Zuo Xiu said frankly: "I only know that from ancient times to the present, very few people have become super saints. If there are, they must only be owned by the four super casual cultivator alliances such as gods and saints."
Little did they know that the information revealed by Zuo Xiu's words had already taken Zuo Wuzhou and others to digest it for a while.
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The soul monks of the Divine Fire Alliance were camping dozens of miles away to rest.
Zuo Xiu only had one city and one land, three military commanders, one military commander camp, and about a hundred military emperors and military commanders working under Zuo Xiu. With these skills, he was certainly far inferior to the enemies below the city.
No wonder Zuo Xiu had no self-confidence. He only thought that if he was defeated, it would be better to turn around and retreat.
Zuo Wuzhou remained silent at first, but together with Zuo Xiu, Yaksha and Zuo Xiu gradually understood the situation. Zuo Xiu was really not bragging, Cangjie League was indeed the largest and strongest loose cultivator alliance in this area. However, Cangjie League also
It is not invincible and has always been forging ahead. The Shenhuo Alliance and others on the border of the controlled area have always appeared in a low-key manner in the past. This attack is really unexpected.
The army of soul monks from the Cangjie Alliance are all venturing out. It's no wonder that Zuo Xiu doesn't have any defensive force on his side.
While patrolling the city wall, Zuo Xiu was worried about Zhongzhong. Due to the huge gap in strength, he did not even use the proper tactics such as visiting camps and harassing people.
On one side, they were each resting on the tower. Zuo Xiu's beautiful concubine was making tea and pouring tea. Zuo Xiu looked helpless and miserable: "This time, it's all up to you."
"You're welcome." Zuo Wuzhou paused: "I would like to know some information related to the War of the Heavens, or related classics. I wonder if Brother Zuo can give a brief introduction or provide it?"
Zuo Xiu had a strange look on his face. It was hard to tell whether he was surprised or happy: "Are you all Po monks?"
"What does it have to do with monk Po?" Not only Zuo Wuzhou was puzzled, but even Beidou found it hard to understand.
Zuo Xiu was depressed. Looking at these guys in front of him who seemed to understand nothing but were profound, he sighed: "The time for soul monks to practice is tight. If you are not careful, you will die or I will die. Where can I put all this time here?"
From above, only the Soul cultivator is interested in this."
The information deduced from the words made Zhijiao Zuo Wuzhou and others dumbfounded. The soul monks here have always only done one thing, and that is cultivation, and they only care about cultivation. They basically don’t have much soul in things like studying history and reading ancient books.
The monks will waste this time.
In a nutshell, most of the soul monks here are vulgar and can only read. Not to mention the soul academy, there are not many serious places that teach people how to read, let alone literary talents such as poetry and articles.
Basically, most of the soul monks here came from the lower ranks and climbed up step by step in the killing. Of course, they don't pay attention to literary talent. Even if they do, there is no place to learn it.
According to Zuo Xiu's words, if there is any way to impart and teach people cultural qualities, only some relatively powerful and stable people will do so.
Talking about the literary talent of most of the soul monks here, it is easy for someone to spit on your face. You may not like it, or you may mistakenly think it is a provocation, and you may draw a sword against it.
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After finishing the description, Zuo Xiu was full of expectations and envy: "Do you think you all have good literary talent?"
"Somewhat familiar." Zuo Wuzhou and others are of course not as good as real scholars, but no matter what in the Soul Academy, they have experienced a complete education.
Zuo Xiu had always felt that these people had extraordinary bearings, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a little bit relieved. It turned out that they were all reading books. Zuo Xiu was envious on the one hand, and secretly surprised and moved on the other, thinking to himself: "Having read books, there are also great
With good temperament and bearing, these people seem to have extraordinary origins. Could it be that they are the inheritance of some big family?"
Frankly speaking, Zuo Wuzhou and others in their hometown can only be regarded as educated, not scholars. However, these people who have received complete education have always had a different temperament, which is especially obvious when compared with the soul monks here.
Zuo Xiu said enviously: "I really envy you all. Zuo has an ancestor who is a member of the Elder Hall of the Cangjie League. But he has only read a few books."
Zuo Xiu felt a little regretful: "It would be great if all of you were soul monks. Whether it is this alliance or other alliances, the talents most in need are soul monks."
"How do you say this?" Yaksha couldn't help but asked.
Zuo Xiu glanced at Zuo Wuzhou, who remained motionless, and murmured in his heart. He spoke calmly.
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This side, for the time being, pays more attention to the classics. But the emphasis is definitely not on cultural inheritance, but on the classics related to cultivation and strength.
Various cultivator alliances, aristocratic families, and sects often collect some classics and attach great importance to them. However, this place is too chaotic, and the classics are copied personally. Therefore, Zuo Xiu has some classics that have nothing to do with cultivation, but they are all from
Transcribed by Cangjie League Headquarters.
This side only cares about the classics related to cultivation and strength. In Zuo Wuzhou's hometown, every sect has a large number of classics, whether related to cultivation or even purely poetry collections.
The concept of the soul monks here is different from that in their hometown. Basically, there are no soul monks here who specialize in soul cultivation, but they are all soul monks who cultivate both soul and soul. There are Wei De and Beidou as examples. It can be seen that the soul monks want to cultivate the soul.
Dual cultivation is such a time-consuming thing.
After all, while cultivating the soul, you also have to learn a lot of professional knowledge. As a result, there are actually quite a few soul monks here! But in Beidou's eyes, there are very few who are qualified to be called true soul monks.
It is difficult for soul monks to cultivate and survive here, but the reason for this is because many soul monks have also cultivated soul, and each chooses a field to develop into the four avenues of weapon installation and talisman elixirs.
In modern terms, the soul monks here have developed into a composite profession. In my hometown, the soul monks are a subdivided and most professional profession.
Beidou asked for a while and borrowed Zuo Xiu's imperial-level real weapon to observe a few things. On the one hand, he was disdainful, but on the other hand, he was somewhat impressed.
The soul monks here, no matter what they do, their only purpose is to become stronger. This is absolutely different from the soul monks in Beidou's mind. But I have to admit that the soul monks here are very crazy about focusing on becoming stronger.
The weapons that were made were actually quite high quality.
Finally, Beidou summed it up in his heart: "The Po monks here do not have the spirit and pursuit of constant exploration and innovation of the Po monks. They are more like craftsmen."
If the soul monks in their hometown are a group similar to scientists and scholars, then the soul monks here are probably a group that provides equipment for armed groups.
There are very few Zong-level soul monks here, and even fewer holy-level soul monks.
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"I know a thing or two about the war between the heavens, and this is no secret."
Zuo Xiu was getting more and more astonished, how could these six people and one beast lack some basic common sense. Some things about the war between the heavens, from the perspective of the soul monks here, are common sense things, exaggerated by ears and eyes,
There is no reason not to know.
Just as he was about to say something, someone hurried over and said that the enemies of the Divine Fire Alliance were already preparing to attack.
With no choice, he had to keep this in his heart for the time being. Zuo Wuzhou and others climbed up the city wall again, secretly moved: "What a huge momentum."
The auras of thousands of martial masters were released, which could really scare the shit out of ordinary people. While focusing on the battle formation, he carefully observed the differences in this battle formation.
Not all the thousands of Martial Lords were dispatched, but the hundreds of people who came were already quite powerful. They kept pushing forward, and at first they maintained a reluctant array, with a distance of about ten meters between each Martial Lord.
It is within the range of power and the standards for mutual support.
"It's amazing." Zuo Wuzhou came out of the military formation. He could see through the formation at a glance, and it was a result of hard work: "If you can still maintain a certain battle formation during the siege, that would be even more amazing."
Looking at Zuo Xiu, who looked gloomy, Zuo Wuzhou lowered his head and said, "Brother Zuo, don't worry."
Zuo Xiu smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Everyone, if the city is broken, you should still escape. If you are willing, you may as well go to Cangjie League with me."
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Hundreds of martial arts masters came together, their momentum was astonishing.
With slightly gleaming eyes, Zuo Wuzhou looked towards Beidou and Songhu Jia. No matter when and where, there was always someone to protect Wuxi and Xiaocao. Xiaohan reluctantly followed behind, and together with Yasha, he was eager to try.
Yasha's violent expression was strong, and Zuo Wuzhou sent a message in a deep voice: "This is a strange place for us, Yasha, be careful."
The battle formation was so dense that it really had the bearing of an authentic battle formation. Zuo Wuzhou had participated in the war and knew what it meant. He became more awe-inspiring and thought in his mind: "It seems that there are really many different places here. A scattered place."
There are dozens or even hundreds of Martial Saints in the Cultivation Alliance at every turn, which is really too powerful.”
"If you are fighting here, you have to be more cautious." A cold light flashed in Zuo Wuzhou's eyes.
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Hundreds of warriors advanced towards the city wall, and Zuo Xiu's men were ready for a big battle on the city wall.
Zuo Xiu gathered the other two Martial Masters and issued various orders one after another, watching with some nervousness. Behind the hundreds of Martial Masters, there were several Martial Masters guarding the formation for these people.
Dozens of miles away, a group of soul monks wearing brocade robes and cloaks flew over from a distance, pointing calmly at the mountains and rivers. I don't know if this group of people were trying to intimidate or for some reason, but they didn't hide their presence.
Zuo Wuzhou felt the breath, and his face remained calm. Zuo Xiu's face turned green, and he kept trembling: "There is a Martial Saint, a Martial Saint and a Martial Sect. This time, it's over, it's over."
"There seems to be something not quite right." Yasha murmured softly. As soon as his senses swept over the auras of this group of people, he had a similar feeling.
Zuo Wuzhou had thousands of thoughts going back and forth, but he couldn't remember what was wrong. He only told everyone to treat them with caution and never underestimate the enemy.
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The aura of the Martial Saint and the Martial Sect was released, and there was a panic on the city wall.
Several military officers guarding the formation laughed wildly: "Zuo Xiu, I think you should surrender to avoid losing your life. That would be inappropriate."
After laughing a few times, the blows only caused the morale on the city wall to plummet. Zuo Xiu was not as strong as others and could not do anything.
After laughing for a while, one of the Wu Yu shouted: "Attack, destroy the city!"
Hundreds of warriors, very step-by-step, jumped towards the city wall one after another. Suddenly, the shouts of killing were heard loudly, and the sounds of killing and fighting were mixed together, which directly taught Zuo Wuzhou his fighting spirit.
Dasheng.
Only one of the military guards was left to guard the formation, and the rest flew towards the city wall little by little, laughing: "Zuo Xiu, if you have the ability, don't be a coward."
Zuo Xiu's face was ashen and he was at a loss. He looked helplessly and could only place his hope on this mysterious group of six people. Zuo Wuzhou touched his eyes and nodded: "Let me give it a try."
As soon as his feet stepped on it, the city wall almost shook with a bang. Zuo Wuzhou turned into a rainbow and broke through the sky, directly grabbing the three martial arts guards. His thoughts were racing: "In terms of realm, I am better than the three of them. But this is a strange place, everything
It’s unknown, so be cautious.”
When a lion fights a rabbit, you should use your full strength.
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With his body broken through the air, Zuo Wuzhou didn't want to reveal his strength for the moment, so he simply activated his "Hidden Dragon Soul" to hold back his breath.
At this moment, he jumped away. The three great warriors could only hear the sound of the wind, but were not aware of the change in the breath at all. If they had not seen someone rushing towards them, they would probably have thought it was air. They were suddenly surprised and laughed confidently: "What?
East……"
Under the extremely strong impact of the "Heaven-shaking Seal", Wu Yu couldn't even resist, and was crushed into a bloody mist in an instant.
The expressions of the two warriors changed greatly, and they screamed loudly, about to attack. They saw the black roll coming with ferocious energy, a punch that was pushed out flatly, and a punch that was tens of meters away.
Wu Yu's face instantly turned pale, and his body was broken and bruised by the punch, and he fell to the ground on the spot.
Another Wu Yu was dumbfounded and had inexplicable fear, but the situation was so compelling. How could he be allowed to be in a daze? A black shadow suddenly appeared, and the Wu Yu immediately felt a big hand hitting his Tianling Cap!
Wu Yudun fell to the ground like a cannonball, his head exploded. His body was blasted into the ground like nails!
At the moment when the rabbit rose and the falcon fell, all three warriors fell!
Suddenly cheers erupted from the city wall, and the martial saints of the Wuzong who were giving instructions were stunned for a moment! After one glance, they were furious: "Who dares, who has such strength!"
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Zuo Xiu was suffocated. In the blink of an eye, the three Wu Yus were completely dead without even the strength to resist.
"Oh my god, these are three martial emperors. How could they be killed so easily? Could it be that he is a martial sect, or even a martial saint?" Zuo Xiu's eyes lit up, he broke out in a cold sweat, and he was terrified: "Thanks to me these days.
Always treat them sincerely.”
Zuo Xiu looked at Zuo Wuzhou and his entourage with much more respect. While looking at them frequently, he constantly speculated on their strength.
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Zuo Wuzhou didn't change his color, jumped back, and stood silently for half a moment: "That's not right!"
"That's not right." Yasha followed Zuo Wuzhou for a long time, but he didn't know: "Although there are many reasons, the three warriors should not have died without any resistance."
Everyone was convinced that if Zuo Wuzhou used all his strength, it would be reasonable for these three Wuyu to be killed in one blow. But Zuo Wuzhou obviously didn't use all his strength, but he still couldn't withstand one blow, which was really a bit surprising.
While thinking about it, Zuo Wuzhou sensed the enemy's aura, and suddenly an idea came to his mind. His expression was extremely strange, and it was rare to see such hesitation: "It seems, it seems, they are all single-spirited monks?".
"Single soul!" Yasha was stunned, and everyone was stunned.
If he is a single soul monk, then it is understandable why the three martial arts lack resistance. But Beidou is puzzled: "If it is a single soul monk, why doesn't Zuo Xiu dare to fight?"
The chaotic killings on the city wall are still continuing. However, after three martial emperors fell, the martial saint ordered a martial emperor to lead a dozen or so martial emperors to come over for reinforcements, and they were about to kill them.
After the first battle, he had doubts in his mind. Yasha simply jumped out and said, "I'll give it a try!"
Yaksha soared into the sky and grabbed the nearest martial artist. Without moving his expression, he used a true soul fighting skill that he had learned. He rushed straight into the air, and light and shadow suddenly intertwined. In the blink of an eye, Yaksha blasted the person.
Wu Yu kills.
The martial artist did not pose any decent threat to Yasha. Instead, Yasha looked at his hands in disbelief and murmured: "When did I become so powerful?"
"When did Yaksha become so powerful?" Zuo Wuzhou and the others all looked strange. With Yaksha's cunning, various abilities, and the combat skills learned from Zuo Wuzhou, he should be considered a strong man in the martial arts, and he could kill him.
It should be no problem if they are of the same level.
But it is absolutely impossible to kill him so easily! This is simply like Wu Zong versus his enemy Wu Yu.
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In his hometown, Yaksha was an absolute weakling, but here he suddenly became a strong man. Yaksha was caught off guard and was at a loss for a moment.
The Wu Zong was shocked, but was not moved by the loss at all. He continued to give cold orders: "Someone go kill this bastard."
Several Wu Yus took advantage of Yaksha's daze and suddenly killed him. Attacking from afar, Yaksha turned pale, but they also woke Yaksha back up. They fought with these four Wu Yus for a while.
Not at any disadvantage.
"Brother Yasha actually fought one against four!" Wu Xi and Xiao Cao were eager to give it a try.
It's so weird, so weird. Zuo Wuzhou's thoughts are about to explode. He can't imagine where Yasha's ability to fight one against four with ease comes from.
As a great monk, Beidou was also on the verge of going crazy: "What is going on? Are we getting stronger, or are they too weak?"
With his breath rippling, Zuo Wuzhou looked up and smiled helplessly. Yaksha was one against four, but he actually killed one of them with a single combat skill.
While Yaksha was beating, he screamed with pleasure: "Hahaha, it's so good, so good."
With various abilities such as the "Wu Xiang Seal", Yaksha's cultivation level is not bad. It stands to reason that one enemy with two ordinary martial arts warriors should be just barely able to win. But at this time, Yaksha has one enemy with four, and he is gradually getting better.
Having the upper hand, no matter what I thought at this time, it was too weird.