Chapter 377: The Immortal Enemy's Super Saint Treasure
"The sea of fog is vast!
Zuo Wuzhou led five people and one beast, and swept away the Zongzi. Sometimes he made a low voice as a reminder: "There are valleys and mountains here!"
It is as if he has been here before, or he is as agile as a native and knows the terrain here. Yasha, Beidou and others are already numb to Zuo Wuzhou's endless magical methods. There are simply many magics there.
It happened to Zuo Wuzhou, and one more would not be too much.
If other people know that Zuo Wuzhou's spiritual thoughts are unimpeded, they must be completely jealous. With such unimpeded spiritual thoughts, if one can enter and leave this place at any time without any hindrance, the treasure can still be taken as he wants.
Of course, this is what others think. Zuo Wuzhou no longer cares about ordinary things. He is already rich. Every piece of equipment on his body is basically valuable.
During the flyby, Wuying was like a ghost, recording from the afterimage left by Zuo Wuzhou. Wuying flew to follow, Zuo Wuzhou took the equipment and handed it to Wuying's equipment.
Wuying has countless advantages, but there is one troublesome thing that tells people that Wuying is originally the "incarnation soul" that is released and has a real body. When it is taken back, it turns into a virtual body. Therefore, every time Wuying comes out and
When you go back, you have to re-wear the equipment and recycle the equipment.
Wearing equipment and recycling equipment is not a big deal, but it is a little trivial. Moreover, in life or death, critical situations, there is no such time to wear and recycle equipment.
Yasha was the first to notice it. After careful observation, he was surprised: "He is getting more and more powerful."
Beidou didn't know why, but Xiaohan understood a little, but he was speechless and couldn't describe it. Yasha smiled and said: "Look, what did he discover about the frequency of his and Wuying's steps?"
Beidou and others concentrated for a long time, and finally they could vaguely see clearly through the thick fog. Zuo Wuzhou and Wuying were flying side by side, and every step was exactly the same, including the frequency of steps, even the inhalation and swallowing of air during the flyby.
The transitions and changes are all the same.
Beidou and others were suddenly moved and shocked: "About thirty years since Wuying was born, he has practiced diligently, and his cultivation has grown rapidly. At the same time, he has also used his ability to use distraction to such an extent! It's true!
It’s amazing.”
"Genius, hey, a genius, hehe." With bitterness in his mouth, Beidou laughed at himself: "Who among us doesn't bear the name of genius, but in the end, with him, we are nothing. We fight with him.
His talent is not in vain for him to choose this path of fierce fighting."
Five people and one beast, all have the fire of life and soul in Zuo Wuzhou's hands. It can be said that they are both prosperous and destructive. Tiexin and Zuo Wuzhou are the same. Even so, with such a comparison, everyone will inevitably be deeply affected by it.
blow.
When the five people and one beast were silent, Zuo Wuzhou said calmly: Be careful, heavy rain will stab the flowers!"
In an instant, the sound of rushing wind could be heard. Wuying's eyes flashed, he raised his left hand and pressed it in the distance. A golden wave rippled, knocking down all the waves of wooden thorns.
The rainstorm thorn flower is a relatively dangerous plant. Once danger approaches, the thorn flower will automatically spit out a bunch of fast and fierce poisonous wood thorns. The poison is nothing to the soul monk, but the thorns are ordinary soul monks.
You may not be able to withstand it.
Everyone was reminded that nothing happened. A stream of people flew by again, Zuo Wuzhou and Wuying stopped in unison, and after taking a few steps forward, they finally heard some faint sounds of fighting.
Xiaocao was surprised: "Isn't this the soul monk we came with before?"
"Exactly." Zuo Wuzhou lowered his head and his eyes flashed.
A head detached from the body and flew into the sky. The body spun half a circle and fell to the ground with a crash.
Zheng Zheng's originally handsome face has turned ferocious. He raised his butcher knife high towards the other soul monks: "You are unlucky. I thought there would be danger and you would die."
"I didn't expect that I was able to reach here smoothly without encountering any danger, which is unusual. This will harm you." Lang Wuzong roared like a lion, shocking a military commander like a flying general who had been hit hard.
He was killed again with a knife.
Originally, there were about a dozen soul monks who were traveling with us, basically Wu Yu. At this time, they were all killed to pieces, with only a few people left alive. These people were surrounded by the three major martial arts sects.
Next, they trembled in fear and screamed: "You are so despicable and shameless! If you teach us to escape, we will kill you for revenge."
"Then you have to be able to escape. Simply. Either you kill me, or I kill you." Gui Wuzong jumped up like a ghost, and strangled a fleeing Wu Yu into a pulp with a sword.
Originally, Zheng Zheng and others wanted to use these soul monks as cannon fodder. Who knew that the dangerous dangers that they thought would happen along the way were not encountered at all. Along the way, until they reached this place, they were already close to the treasure. Absolutely
He couldn't stay any longer, so he raised the butcher's knife against his former partner without hesitation.
The few remaining female soul monks were trembling. Zheng Zheng and the other three looked at each other warily, with lustful expressions. Lang Wuzong pointed to the most beautiful woman among them, and said coldly and violently: "She is mine!
"
Zheng Zhenghe and Gui Wuzong's expression changed slightly. He smiled dryly: "Brother Lang, you choose, you go first!"
The faces of several female soul monks immediately changed drastically. However, they felt as if they had escaped from death, and they smiled charmingly: "It turns out that these Lords of the Wuzong want us to serve them, so why bother killing people."
The most beautiful woman swayed gracefully towards Lang Wuzong. Gui Wuzong laughed, pointed at a woman and took her to the grass.
Zheng Zheng looked at one of the women with an exquisite figure and pointed: "Come here!"
This female soul monk has a very delicate appearance, but she is different from the other women. Her heart is trembling, her face is pale, and she is strong and strong! You, don’t understand me. You will die miserably, I would rather
commit suicide and will never be insulted by you
Zheng Zheng's eyes moved and he saw that this was Chu'er: "Who are you? If you are willing to tell me, I will let you go."
"My grandfather is a martial arts saint." The female soul monk held out his chest and gritted his teeth with pride, "I'm here to practice. If you dare to do anything to me, my grandfather will make you die.
I can’t wish for death.”
"Your grandfather is a Martial Saint!" Zheng Zheng's expression changed. He walked over with a ferocious smile: "Then I will let you go even more! If you die here, who will know that I did it."
"You die." Zheng Zheng laughed wildly.
At exactly this moment, a line of intertwined sword light rushed towards him, its force was unparalleled! Accompanied by Wu Xi's scolding: "Shameless traitor, die!" Zheng Zheng was horrified, turned around and fought several times in succession, and paused.
After a pause, he saw Wu Xi clearly, and immediately revealed his obscene expression: "Great, I was still regretting how you escaped, but if you are willing to come to my door voluntarily, then come and accompany me."
There was no excitement in the night, but it suddenly exploded, which was really unexpected.
Zuo Wuzhou smiled, remembering the time when he became the Martial Emperor and returned to Xilin. At that time, he knew that Wu Xi had some chivalrous character in books. Thinking about it at this time, he couldn't help but lose consciousness for a moment. He looked up and saw Wu Xi and Zheng Zheng fighting each other.
Together, he glanced at Yaksha.
Yasha understood and jumped out. Zuo Wuzhou stared at his sister, with a thought in his heart: "My little sister has such a chivalrous heart, but it is also good. As a person, the most fearful thing is to follow others' opinions and have no independent opinions. It is better than many martial arts saints.
Being mediocre and devoid of all sentient beings."
"The journey of soul cultivation is endless. Time has been the most powerful force since ancient times. The power of time can obliterate everything." Zuo Wuzhou watched this scene and suddenly had a glimmer of understanding: "Time,
Who can resist it except the heavens?"
"When people seek immortality, isn't it just to resist the power of time?" Zuo Wuzhou calmed his heart and swallowed it in one breath. He just lost himself in his thoughts and concentrated on comprehending the truth of heaven and earth: "It is better to seek immortality than to seek immortality.
Live a happy life. When you live, you just need to live happily and live as you please. You don’t care whether you live forever or not, and you don’t care about the floods after you die. "
"If you can't complain and live happily, living forever is just a compromise. I follow my own path and don't care about the lives of others or the passing of floods."
The realization is in my heart, and I have to concentrate on it again. I continue to have feelings: "The soul is immortal. Everyone seeks immortality and gets it."
"How could anyone know that the way to immortality also wears away people's hearts? Zuo Wuzhou was absorbed in his meditation, with a trace of sarcastic thought: "No matter how great the power is, it cannot be greater than time."
"No matter how iron-clad you are, no matter how arrogant and heroic you are, no matter how sharp you are as sharp as a knife, you can't withstand the passage of time. So many geniuses and people with wills as strong as steel in our generation have all been defeated by time, and then passed away.
Become a mediocre person."
"At the beginning of many soul monks' cultivation, who did not have ideals and pursuits, and who was not extremely sharp. However, in the face of time, after all, dust has returned to dust, and earth has returned to earth."
After realizing this, Zuo Wuzhou was very worried: "Don't think that I have a fierce temperament. In fact, it is like this now. A hundred years later, a thousand years later, can I remain the same, always unchanged, and always persist as time passes by?"
"It should be noted that I am still ruthless today. After a thousand years of trying, will I become soft-hearted and greedy for life? The little girl is groping for her soul path, but after a hundred years and a thousand years, I will be able to persist."
Understanding this truth is like a ray of light in the darkness. It illuminates Zuo Wuzhou's heart, clears away the haze, and strengthens his will: "It turns out that the biggest enemy of our generation is actually time."
Time changes everything, including yourself. The key to soul cultivation is not great kindness, great cause, great courage, or great wisdom, but not changing. Once you choose the right path, even if it goes dark, you have to keep going.
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Take this road to its extreme, and it will be your road, your unique road.
This path is your own choice. To change is to give up being your true self. How can a person without himself go further in the soul path.
No matter what this path is, whether it is as murderous as Zuo Wuzhou, or as unruly and overbearing, or as hateful to the sky, or as despicable and shameless, this soul path is the true self.
The Self is walking.
The biggest enemy of every soul monk is never life or death, but time that unknowingly erodes and changes people. Time will change you, making you greedy for life, afraid of death, weak, greedy, happy, lazy, and different from the previous ones.
You are very different.
Immortality is easy to obtain, but the great road is difficult to find.
Zheng Zheng laughed obscenely, and with strange movements, he touched Wu Xi's face. Feeling something, he quickly retracted his hand, and saw a sword beam suddenly and violently swept across, causing his face and hands to hurt. Zheng Zheng laughed in his mouth: "Wu Xi
Miss Xi is very fierce, how about playing with someone."
Zheng Zhengdao was extremely powerful. Although Wuxi was a multi-hundred martial artist, he still had relatively little actual combat experience, so he was gradually losing to him.
Yasha was fighting fiercely with Lang Wuzong. Yasha was originally violent and cruel, but when he met the equally violent Lang Wuzong, he was a perfect match.
Only Gui Wuzong was left sitting lazily in the haystack, and stabbed the female soul monk beneath him with a sword: "Why don't we come out together."
Several figures walked out of the thick fog. The leader was a jet-black figure.
A cunning and vicious look appeared in Zheng Zheng's eyes, and he suddenly struck several times more cruelly: "Now that you are here and you know our secret, don't leave."
Gui Wuji laughed coldly and sternly, the phantom of the moon knife was taken directly to the left spear boat, fierce! And Da Sheng!, "Leave your life for me!"
Zheng Zheng was very obscene and laughed: "As I said before, the storage bag belongs to your brother Gui. That little grass belongs to brother Lang.
. He glanced obscenely at Wu Xi, whose face turned red with excitement: "Of course you are mine. Don't worry. Wait a minute. I will definitely taste you.
Lang Wuzong's movement skills exploded. Li Xiao said: "Stop talking nonsense. They know the secret of the treasure. Kill them first."
The three of them, Zheng Zheng, were extremely confident. They were all the strongest men in the Wuzong, and they couldn't believe that they couldn't even defeat these people. They launched their attack in an instant, and they were determined to win.
Thinking of Wu Xi's delicate face, thinking of Xiaocao's beauty, and thinking of the storage bag, the three of them were greedy and their hearts were burning.
Obscene sounds entered his ears. A little anger burned in Zuo Wuzhou's chest. His expression became more and more deserted: "Originally, whether you want to have a son or not, it has nothing to do with me."
Taking a deep breath, he actually swallowed the thick white mist into his chest and abdomen, like white dragons. Zuo Wuzhou instantly released his real breath, and let out a low whistle. It was like thunder rolling: "Don't hold back, you don't have to hold back.
Kill!"
The aura of Wuzong hit his face, and Gui Wuzong's face changed slightly as he shouted, "You are actually Wuzong!"
Cuncha and Wuxi, who seemed to have always been at a disadvantage, finally showed off their multi-soul skills. In an instant, Zheng Zheng and Lang Wuzong's expressions changed drastically, their eyes bulged, and they exclaimed: "Multi-soul martial arts".
Gui Wuzong, who rushed towards him, suddenly had the illusion that Zuo Wuzhou was like a towering mountain that could not be shaken. At this moment, Zuo Wuzhou took a step to one side. Another "Zuo Wuzhou" moved forward.
Taking a step, his eyes were full of evil, and he condensed a billowing breath of shock.
"Brother Li Sheng?" Zong Guiwu thought he was dazzled, took a deep breath, and struck out with a sudden burst of fighting skills!
"Get lost!" A deep tiger roar shouted to the sky. Wuying's fists were intertwined and he took a step forward, causing the ground to shake and the mountains to shake. He punched out with no tricks. It really hit the earth and shattered it, even if there was a mountain behind it.
The front will also be destroyed.
"No! This person is so strong." Gui Wuzong's face turned pale. He vomited blood instantly. He felt as if he had been hit by a mountain, and he flew upside down and took advantage of the situation to turn into light and flee. He screamed loudly: "Let's go, he is also a multi-soul monk!"
Zheng Zheng and Lang Wuzong glanced at each other and saw Zuo Wuzhou lingering around the five elements of brilliance. They were immediately frightened and ran away! They cursed in their hearts: "It's hard to see a multi-soul monk who came out of nowhere.
, I actually met three this time!”
There are still low-level multi-soul monks, but there are very few multi-soul monks who have cultivated martial arts. The number of multi-soul monks who have cultivated martial arts and above is extremely rare.
Dyeing with the color of cold iron, Zuo Wuzhou's eyes were colorless. As soon as his mind moved, Wuying stayed still. He stretched out his hand to look at Gui Wuzong: "Dragon Claw Hand!"
"Get back!"
Before Gui Wuzong could celebrate his escape, he suddenly felt an extremely majestic soul power condensed into a claw shape. It actually penetrated his soul power shield and clawed him into his bones. An inexplicable force suddenly sucked him back.
!Gui Wuzong’s expression changed in horror: “What kind of combat skill is this!”
Lang Wuzong fled into the thick fog like a storm. If he just wanted to escape into it, it would be difficult to be caught. But who knew that Zuo Wuzhou would not be affected at all in this fog. A message passed, Xiao
Han Li blocked the way like an iron wall.
"Go away!" Lang Wuzong was so fierce that he turned a blind eye and raised his knife crazily, trying to stop him with all his strength.
He slashed with the power of the river. If he were an ordinary Martial Saint, he might not dare to resist such a crazy sword head-on. But Xiaohan is by no means an ordinary Martial Saint. Not only is he a multi-soul Martial Saint, he also has extremely high cultivation, even higher than Beidou.
The higher-ranking Martial Saint Xiaohan is much better at fighting than Beidou. Although he is not as good at close combat as the Soul Cultivator here, he still knows a little bit about it.
Xiaohan swung his long and thick arms, and with a big hand like a cattail leaf fan, he swatted Lang Wuzong back like a fly. Xiaohan only showed his white teeth. Hanhan smiled: "You are too weak. You are not strong enough for me to fight."
Zheng Zheng, who was even more cunning, even pretended to escape in an instant, but went against his will. The illusion of light and shadow was like thunder, waving his hands: "Flash Soul!"
A radiant white light suddenly glowed, shrouding this place in a strange and chaotic aura. Not only was it invisible, but it was also undetectable. Just as Zheng Zheng was about to escape, a fiery red light exploded!
Zheng Zheng was caught off guard, with a horrified look on his face. He was caught upright. The bones of his shoulders were grabbed so hard by these iron-claw-like hands that they almost broke into pieces and were swung down. How could Zheng Zheng withstand this terrifying force?
, he suddenly howled miserably, and half of his body was beaten to pieces.
At the moment when the rabbit rises and the falcon falls, they were full of confidence. The three people who wanted to seize the treasure and seduced the man were all failed miserably and were even captured.
The three of them, Zheng Zheng, were shocked and angry at the same time, and felt sad in their hearts. They could only itch their teeth with hatred: "You guys, you actually have a Martial Saint and a Martial Sect. You even pretend to be a Martial Sect and a Martial Emperor!"
The three of them just wanted to cry without tears. They originally wanted to seize the treasure, but they lost their sight and bumped into the huge iron plate. Looking at Zuo Wuzhou and others, their hearts became cold: "Why are there multiple souls?"
Monks, they all have multiple souls."
The three of them were going crazy thinking about it at this time of year. On normal days, multiple souls were extremely rare. But at this moment, almost all of the six people in this group had multiple souls. What was the reason for this?
"Even if they are Martial Saints, the three of them who are greedy for treasures look at each other. They are tough and calm: "The treasure map was written down by three of us. If you kill us, you will never get the treasure!"