Gu Shuo pondered for a moment and slowly recounted the past when he entered the ancient road into the corner. Everyone's expressions changed.
The hardships of the human race and the selfless dedication of the human race, as Gu Zuo narrated it, made everyone's hearts swell.
Zhou Tianbaolu, this opportunity is powerful, but for those who get this opportunity, it is not a blessing, but a heavy burden.
Because this has no benefit to the monk himself. When the monk fights the enemy alone, there is no increase. Only when the human race or a sect as a whole is in danger of being exterminated can it not burst out with powerful power.
.And this kind of power is the power that is erupted by absorbing the power of countless monks and converging on the monk who possesses Zhou Tianbaolu.
This is a burden to those monks who are willing to devote themselves and have their power absorbed, and may even lead to death. However, it is an even greater burden to the monk who possesses the Zhoutian Treasure who gathers power into one body.
Because if he wants to release that kind of power, he must first bear the power of that power. Maybe Zhou Tianbaolu has a secret that can reduce the power of that kind of power imposed on the monk, but the monk will still gather in the end.
Bearer of power.
Even if Zhou Tian Baolu is released once and he will not die, it may not cause any damage to the monk.
Either the decline of cultivation, the collapse of the body, or the passage of life...
Zhou Tianbaolu is a thing that hurts yourself first if it wants to hurt others!
Bei Wushuang's eyes were complicated and he said: "You mean that once you sacrifice the Zhou Tianbaolu, it will absorb the power of the monks who cooperate with you and gather it into you?"
"Maybe it's not just the power!" Gu Shuo said: "Maybe it includes everything about the monk himself. I don't know very well. After all, I just watched it and didn't experience it myself."
"In other words, the person who cooperates with you may not die, but you will definitely die?"
"It's hard to say. If my cultivation is strong enough, I won't die!"
"Can't that Zhou Tian Baolu be replaced by someone else? I think my cultivation level should be able to bear it much more than yours, right?"
"No!" Gu Shuo shook his head: "Besides... you can't command it either."
Bei Wushuang was silent, and then he remembered that in Gu Shuo's story just now, Jiao left a ball of liquid spiritual consciousness. He also understood that it was impossible for Tianbaolu to try in advance this week.
"Let's wait for the news first!" Gu Shuo said softly: "Since the Wuji Sect told us that we don't need to go, they should have some trump cards, and maybe they won't be able to use us at all."
"I hope so!" Bei Wushuang sighed.
There was silence in front of the cliff.
Zhang Yinggu held Gu Shuo's sleeve. Gu Shuo turned his head and saw the confusion on Zhang Yinggu's face. After thinking about it for a moment, he knew what Zhang Yinggu was thinking, but he didn't know how to understand it. He could only sigh in his heart.
, turned around and looked at the sea of clouds.
"Junior Brother Gu..." Zhang Yinggu's voice was hesitant: "If...if the Wuji Sect cannot cope with it, will you use that Zhou Tianbaolu?"
"Yes!" Gu Shuo's eyes were still looking at the sea of clouds, but his tone was extremely firm.
"But... you will die!"
Although Gu Shuo's voice was soft, it seemed to contain a firmness like a rock: "Elder Ji can die, Elder Jiang can die, Shen Fengwan, Su Chuanwu, Shi Ziji, they can die, so many fellow races can die!
Why can't I die?"
Hearing this, more than two hundred golden elixirs felt their blood boiling. Yue Qingyi shouted: "Well said! Gu Shuo, count me in when the time comes to use Zhou Tianbaolu."
"Count me in!"
"Count me in!"
"…………"
The golden elixirs surrounded Gu Shuo, their steps extremely firm.
Wuji Sect.
"kill!"
Feng Mu took the lead to break out of the sect-protecting formation. He and Liao Shengkai struggled to entangle Qing Cangqiong, while Sun Yi, Shi Nanlong, Fan Chongshan and Xiao Fuyao struggled to entangle the six Nascent Souls of the demon clan.
Countless human and demon monks collided below, forming a huge meat grinder.
Qingyun Sect.
Inside the main hall.
Everyone sat cross-legged on the futon and practiced individually.
At present, the entire Northland's eyes are focused on the Wuji Sect. Except for the Wuji Sect, all places have entered relative peace. They are all waiting for news from the Wuji Sect.
During this period of time, one could only wait, but could not leave. Therefore, each monk simply started practicing in the main hall, waiting for Luo Xuehan's jade sword message every few hours.
Gu Shuo sat cross-legged on the futon, holding a water-fire spirit stone in each hand. He was more eager to improve his strength than anyone else. Only the higher his strength, the stronger his endurance, and the stronger his ability to explode.
The power of Tianbaolu.
But after leaving the Mountain of Thick Earth, Gu Shuo's cultivation speed has slowed down too much. Although he has perfect spirit control techniques, two ritual techniques, and water and fire spirit stones, his speed is still almost twice as slow as before. It was almost twenty days in the past.
It now takes more than forty days to break through the first level.
When Gu Shuo's cultivation reached the seventh level of Xudan, the atmosphere in the entire hall was already extremely depressing.
For more than forty days, Luo Xuehan continued to send back news. The Wuji Sect had no trump card and continued to go out to intercept the demon clan. After the formation recovered, it would then return to the formation. The monks suffered huge casualties. According to Luo Xuehan's calculations,
Under this kind of consumption, if we persist for another two months at most, the Wuji Sect will be destroyed.
Everyone could no longer practice and was not in the mood to practice. The whole hall was noisy, arguing whether the Wuji Sect had a trump card, whether the Northland Human Race had any hope, and what should be done with the forces gathered by the Qingyun Sect?
Gu Shuo breathed out a heavy breath, forcing himself to calm down, and took out two more spirit stones and started practicing.
Someone noticed Gu Shuo, and their eyes became hot. They knew that Gu Shuo was trying his best to improve his strength in order to be able to withstand the power of Zhou Tian Baolu, and they knew that once Zhou Tianbaolu was used, Gu Shuo would probably die.
It seemed that Gu Shuo's words echoed.
"Why can't I die?"
"Gu Shuo!" He Siduo on the side saw the spirit stones in Gu Shuo's hands turned into powder and spoke while he was taking the spirit stones.
Gu Shuo paused in his hands and looked at He Siduo.
"What do you think?"
The hall became quiet. They had already seen Gu Shuo practicing. Others were making uneasy noises, but Gu Shuo was practicing. This made people think that Gu Shuo should have his own opinions, so he was not in a hurry.
"I think..." Gu Shuo frowned slightly: "The Wuji Sect should have a trump card, and the trump card should be very powerful, capable of threatening Qing Cang Qiong."
Everyone's eyes lit up, and Bei Wushuang said anxiously: "Why do you have such an inference?"
"Because of the process the Wuji Sect is taking now!" Gu Shuo thought thoughtfully: "It is very likely that this is a kind of paralysis of Qing Cangqiong, but it also shows that the Wuji Sect's trump card may only be used once."
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