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"Humph! If you don't need to trick me, no matter you are a monk or a warrior, since you are here this time, don't even think about leaving!"
"You want to seize the body? Do you expect your soul, which is as weak as a candle flame, to seize the body?" Wu Liang laughed, leaning forward and backward with laughter, "Yes, you have touched the threshold of the soul during your lifetime, you are ruthless enough.
My soul is sealed in the puppet's body, but the power of your soul has been passing away for thousands of years, and it is not even as good as building a foundation, so why should you seize the body?"
"Who are you? You actually know this?"
The face of an old man sitting cross-legged on the ground in the center of the secret pavilion changed drastically. He was a puppet, but he looked lifelike and just like a real person.
He was the master of Dan Pavilion of Tianxing Sect back then, a person at the peak of Yuanying, and even reached the half-step state of Yuanshen before his death.
When the great catastrophe of heaven and earth came, he took the last extremely precious Seven-turn Divine Protection Pill to keep his soul immortal, and sealed his soul in the puppet's body.
Even so, after thousands of years, the effect of the elixir has long since disappeared, and the power of his soul has gradually disappeared, and it is about to disappear before his eyes.
Unexpectedly, someone actually broke into the Dan Pavilion at this moment. He had the idea of seizing the body, but he didn't expect that the person would defeat his purpose so easily.
Now that the visitor was prepared and even saw his own situation, the Master of the Dan Pavilion immediately gave up this idea and sighed: "Now that you have seen it, you are not afraid of fighting to the death when I am destroyed."
"Fight to the death? What a joke, why don't you give it a try?"
Wu Liang shrugged indifferently. There was a hint of joking on his face. Although his Yuanshen realm had fallen, he was still at the semi-immortal realm.
Don't tell me that this guy is about to die. Even in his heyday, Wu Liang was not afraid of him.
If he didn't want to ask something, Wu Liang could kill this guy with one sword. Yuanshen does not represent combat power. Unless it is a battle between Yuanshen, otherwise this old guy's current situation is not as good as that of a warrior in the Three Flowers Realm.
Of course, this man was invincible to the warriors outside, but Wu Liang didn't need to fight him head-on.
The puppet has no soul. As soon as his soul comes out, he can kill that guy.
"You are not a warrior."
The old man puppet was talking to himself, and soon he smiled and said: "You are not a warrior! I am about to completely disappear from this world, and you won't live long either!"
"The great calamity has come. The way of heaven has abandoned the way of immortality, and the way of martial arts has stolen the way of immortality. You are just an abandoner after all!"
Wu Liang snorted coldly. He had already seen that martial arts had replaced the immortal way. But he did not think that the immortal way would become extinct because of this.
"So what if the martial arts is prosperous! I was able to fight my way out back then. It's still the same today! If a warrior cultivates his body but doesn't cultivate his mind, he will have shortcomings in the end, and he can never achieve the highest level!"
The master of Dan Pavilion's expression changed. There were too many things in Wu Liang's words.
But he didn't have time to think too much. When he heard Wu Liang's words, he couldn't help laughing and said: "You are wrong! A warrior who cultivates his body but does not cultivate his mind is a low-level warrior..."
Just as the Master of the Dan Pavilion was about to continue speaking, his face suddenly changed and he exclaimed: "You are not the monk today!"
"good!"
Wu Liang did not deny it. If a person hides too many things in his heart, he will develop demonic obstacles.
Now he actually saw the monk from thousands of years ago, even if it was a broken soul. He wanted to say a few more words, but it was too painful to hold back.
"I am Wu Liang!"
"Wu Liang, Wu Liang... Bloody Hand Shura!"
There are thousands of monks in the world, and the mere mention of his name will still be fresh in the minds of the souls thousands of years later, which shows the power of Wu Liang back then.
The face of the master of the Dan Pavilion changed drastically, and the puppet body that was sitting cross-legged stood up for the first time and rushed out crazily.
Wu Liang was just about to be alert in the passage, but the master of the Dan Pavilion knelt on his knees and shouted sadly: "King Shura! You are not dead! You are really not dead!"
"Hahaha, the immortal path is not over yet! The immortal path is not over yet!"
"Heaven, King Shura is back! King Shura is back!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...Have you seen it? Jiuyou can't stop King Shura, and our immortal path will not be extinct!"
The master of the Dan Pavilion roared like a madman and began to cry. The puppet body kept kowtowing to Wu Liang.
Wu Liang was completely stunned. His reputation back then was not good. This guy seemed to be a righteous man at first glance. Why did he look at himself as if he were looking at his ancestors?
"You, are you okay?"
It was not easy for Wu Haohao to break this guy's nerves. The old man's spirit was about to collapse. Now that he had been through this, he was looking for death.
"I'm fine! How could something happen? King Shura, whether you are the real King Shura or not, just listen to me!"
The master of the Dan Pavilion was crazy and hurriedly interrupted Wu Liang's words. The soul became weaker and weaker, and he actually used the last power of the soul to transmit a message to Wu Liang.
There is no outsider in the secret pavilion, and the soul is about to collapse. The master of Dan Pavilion is so cautious. What is it worth for him to do so?
Wu Liang's expression kept changing, until the master of the Dan Pavilion began to lose his soul. He was startled and shouted hurriedly: "I know, stop it!"
"No...it's useless...King Shura...remember, you must remember!"
The Master of the Dan Pavilion looked at Wu Liang with relief, his lips moved slowly, and various expressions of expectation, hope, and other expressions appeared on the puppet's body.
"You are...the last...hope..."
"I'll take the first step! It's been a thousand years and it's time to come to an end! Hahaha..."
The lifelike puppet fell to the ground, and the master of the Dan Pavilion, a half-step soul master who had survived for thousands of years, was wiped out.
Wu Liang's eyes were red, he pinched the puppet's shoulders with both hands, and shouted sternly: "Is it worth it! Is it worth it! So what if the immortal world is extinct! There are countless powerful people in the heaven, and none of them care about your death! I am just a demoted ant, what's the matter?
Qualified to save Immortal Dao!"
"Idiot! I can't even save myself, so why should I restore the glory of immortality!"
"Martial arts, immortality, that is not our struggle. We are all abandoned. Do you understand abandoned? Hahaha..."
Wu Liang went crazy, and his immortal power surged out. He destroyed the corridor with one sword and shouted to the sky: "Jade Emperor! You bastard! You abandoned them, abandoned the immortal way, abandoned everything..."
"One day you will regret it! You will regret it!"
Tears of blood dripped slowly, and Wu Liang, whose heart was as hard as iron, burst into tears.
Thousands of years ago in the Dharma-ending era, today's martial arts are prosperous. All of this is a conspiracy, a conspiracy!
Thousands of lives and countless monks have met their end because they were treated as abandoned children. Is this the ruthlessness of immortality?
He sat down slumped on the ground and dropped his sword. Wu Liang hugged his knees and murmured: "Is this the result you want? How is the immortal way? How is the martial art? Thousands of lives are saved! I, Wu Liang, are ruthless, and you are even more ruthless.
All living beings are pawns. You are so cruel!"
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"Is this Wu Liang's voice?"
Liu Wuchen looked exhausted in the phantom killing array. It wasn't until the loud roar came out that Liu Wuchen was shocked and exclaimed: "Wu Liang is not dead! That's Wu Liang's voice!"
"So what if Wu Liang is alive? He won't come to save us. If we don't get out, we will be finished."
Hong Qingzhong wiped the blood on the spatula, but there was no blood on the phantom puppet. He was killing people, people who were already crazy but wanted to drag them to death.
"No. Wu Liang will save us, he will for sure!"
Liu Wuchen looked determined. This was the last straw. They never expected that they would be in a desperate situation without even entering the ruins.
"Wu Liang! Help!"
Liu Wuchen jumped up and shouted loudly. Regardless of whether it could be spread, he continued shouting: "Ten thousand-year-old elixir! Help!"
Hong Qingzhong and others sneered at Liu Wuchen's brainless behavior, but Chen Jiyuan's face moved slightly, and he quickly shouted: "Master Wu, save us once, and you can choose from the treasure trove of the Shenwu Division!"
When people die, they lose everything. Today they are trapped here. As long as they can survive, they can get everything, so what does it mean to save their lives and save the treasure house?
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The sound from far away woke up Wu Liang, and the dead Wu Liang's shoulders trembled.
The corners of Wu Liang's mouth turned up slightly, a look of hatred flashed in his eyes, and he murmured: "Martial arts, orthodoxy struggle, immortality extinction, whose fault is it..."
Soon Wu Liang shook his head and laughed at himself: "It's just a group of warriors. The immortal way has been destroyed and the martial arts is prosperous. Is there any point in venting anger on others?"
"Ten thousand-year-old elixirs, it's sad that the elixirs that my immortal way regards as treasures are so cheap..."
Wu Liang's expression gradually recovered, he rubbed his stiff cheeks, sighed and walked straight out.
There is nothing left on the main peak. Everything that the Master of the Dan Pavilion could use was used by him, and what could not be used was destroyed by him, just to prevent martial arts practitioners from profiting.
No wonder the warriors found so many ruins but didn't get any treasures. It turns out that the last batch of monks back then were ruthless and straightforward enough.
There are no elixir recipes, no weapon refining secrets, and physical training secrets. All that is left are some qi training techniques and magic weapons, which are all rubbish of little use to warriors.
No wonder I felt something was wrong. If the spiritual energy hadn't been exhausted back then, I'm afraid these ruins wouldn't be so safe. Those ruthless people would be sorry if they didn't create hundreds or even thousands of killing arrays.
Just relying on the martial arts that have flourished for thousands of years to develop on their own, they don't know how long it will take them to surpass the immortal way.
Pills and weapons cannot be developed overnight. Without inheritance, they are expected to be developed by warriors who are dedicated to self-cultivation. No wonder today's pills are so rubbish.
Thinking of Wu Liang's face showing a strange look, no one would have thought that he, a monk, would be demoted to the mortal world.
No, that old Jade Emperor must know.
Maybe he was the one who arranged his demotion. Hmm, those supreme bastards, did they think that he would continue to be their pawn?
"You all just wait, no matter who you are, if I don't trick you to death, you won't be called Wu Liang!"
Wu Liang muttered fiercely, only spiritual immortals below the sixth level can pass through the passage between the two realms.
The stronger you are, the more dangerous it is in the lower realm. If you are weak, you will most likely be unable to withstand the strong winds of the passage between the two realms. During his three years in the heaven, there were more than ten immortals in the lower realm, and no more than three could return to the heaven.
This is because their stay was short, otherwise none of them would even think of going back.
Even in the heaven where there are many powerful people, immortals are not garbage. So many immortals have died in three years, no wonder those guys dare not continue to the lower world.
Thinking of this, Wu Liang breathed a sigh of relief. There were more than three hundred years in the world of heaven and three hundred years in the mortal world, which was enough time. When he regained his strength, he must kill those bastards.
No one can use him as a pawn, not even the Jade Emperor, that old bastard is so cruel, and Master Wu is not a good person either!)