Mother Earth embraces the sky to welcome the dusk.
The distant sky suddenly darkened.
Only a little splendor remains lingering at the intersection of floating clouds and mountaintops.
Such a magnificent scenery cannot make people feel at ease.
The air was eerily silent.
The young man in Chinese attire sitting on the wheeled vehicle looked solemn, and his body was tense as if he was about to jump up from the wheeled vehicle.
He stared in one direction, not daring to move his gaze away at all, as if if he moved away, something would happen that even he could not imagine.
The swordsman wearing a bamboo hat holds the medium-sized box around his waist.
The sword energy ripped through the haze above like the sky, but suddenly it stopped motionless.
Because the person holding the sword did not move.
The brightness of the dry smoke alternated for a moment, and then burned again, like a bright lamp.
There was no surprise in the eyes of the old man in gray robe, as if he had anticipated the arrival of the black shadow.
He coughed twice and said calmly: "I didn't expect you to really get divine help."
"Old man Cui, what do you mean?"
The swordsman held down the sword box and asked in surprise and confusion.
Deep doubt even flashed in his eyes.
This is so abnormal.
Using escape techniques in the forbidden land will cause great damage to oneself.
The rejection of mana prevents them from flying out of the light.
How could this person come so quickly?
The most important thing is that they stood on the hill to deal with the saint with intelligence, but the saint came directly to visit them.
In a forbidden place where spiritual consciousness cannot be spread, what method does the other party use to detect their location?
His first reaction was that of a traitor.
Someone tipped off the news.
Perhaps this traitor is among the four of them.
Or maybe it's just like the speculation just now, they are just pawns similar to Long Qi. The people behind them have sold them out long ago, and they still came here stupidly.
If this is the case, the situation will be very bad for them.
Abandoned children never end well.
That's why I ask this question.
Old Cui, who was smoking a dry cigarette, stared at the figure without answering the swordsman's question: "Our trial has yielded quite a harvest."
"What on earth do you mean?!" The swordsman was furious.
It seems that according to Old Man Cui, the four of them are pawns to test each other.
Although he had already expected this in his mind, his dignity as a major cultivator still made him irritable when someone ignored him.
"Do you know why he locked onto our location so quickly?"
Without waiting for the angry swordsman to speak, Old Man Cui gave the answer: "The Heavenly Lord who died in the Forbidden Land came to help."
"To him who has opened his eyes, we are like blind men."
A black and red figure composed of burned ashes emerged with two divine lights.
Just like the cycle of birth and death of yin and yang.
The breeze blew by, and the fluttering corners of the Taoist robe covered up his tall body.
Wave your hands lightly.
The accompanying mist is like a gathered cloak, revealing a face that looks like it was forged from the icy peaks of distant mountains.
Under the loose dark red hair, he looks even more pale.
Look slightly sideways.
Ghosts and gods look at you.
"You know a lot."
"The saint is full of praise." Old Cui laughed dryly.
"Don't talk too much nonsense with him."
"In the Forbidden Land, not to mention saints, even if they are great saints who can reach heaven, they will only be suppressed even more. This is equivalent to infinitely narrowing the gap between us and saints. It is not that we have not fought.
The power." The swordsman held up his guard, and under his bamboo hat was a pair of divine eyes that were as bright as a mysterious light.
The young man sitting on the wheel glanced at the swordsman.
What the swordsman said makes sense.
However, even if all of them have lost their cultivation.
The saint could beat them to death just by virtue of his extraordinary physical strength.
Swarming up just increases the chance of winning by 10% to 20%.
Don’t think that the forbidden land of God can protect the safety of the weak.
The strong stay strong.
In the same suppressed state, the saint can even exert more powerful strength despite the original damage, even more powerful than in the outside world.
Therefore, it is best not to take action if you can.
There is no benefit in angering the other person.
In fact, he didn't quite understand.
Ordinary saints who don't test them first, how can they come directly to argue with them like this?
Compared with saints, they are like ants.
If you want to kill a saint, you have to pay a huge price.
It just so happened that he could still afford such a price, but the question was, even if they could kill this great saint, would they definitely be favored by the Heavenly King?
Young people think not.
If he were Tianjun, he would not choose them when he had so many good choices.
Only if you show enough talent to surpass these better options.
The Ghost Saint did not blame the swordsman for his rudeness. He did not maintain his identity as a senior, nor did he need others to worship him. He just put aside his robe, looked at the old man Cui who was smoking a cigarette, and said lightly: "Let your envoy come here, I will
Spare your lives, but if you spit out even half a word of "no", your body and soul will be shattered."
Tu Shanjun said it calmly, but everyone heard it with boundless horror.
The woman in palace attire quietly looked at the tall man who was speaking with her beautiful eyes, and for a moment she looked back uncertainly.
Don't take it for granted that everything they say is just rhetoric.
It's true that when a great sage comes, everyone becomes a quail.
Even the most arrogant swordsman suggested that everyone join forces.
Old Man Cui chuckled and said: "Why do saints have to push each other hard? Rabbits will bite when they are anxious. Moreover, once we alert the Shangqing ancestor in the city, even the saint will be in trouble. Why don't we ask the saint to show his noble hand?
Let us go, and I promise I will never come to Wanning County again."
"Ah!"
"It turns out you are afraid."
The swordsman sneered and said with a sneer: "I am really blind to cooperate with you bunch of rats."
Everyone's expressions froze.
The young man in colorful clothes exhaled a long breath: "The feat of slaughtering the saint is today!"
What a term for a saint.
Represents the extraordinary.
As long as they can kill a saint, no matter what method they use or where they are, they will become famous.
It is true that the younger generation of peers ranks based on talent, but real achievements are far more convincing to others than false promises of the future, and can also win the favor of the family.
"Take action!"
The words were not spoken yet.
A pale ghost hand has been imprinted on his face.
The swordsman didn't even have time to control the thousands of flying swords in the box on his waist. He could only feel a cold touch.
cold.
It's so cold that it makes you want to shiver.
But he couldn't hit it.
The ghostly hand grabbed him tightly, as if it was holding his soul.
Plop.
The swordsman was stunned and a strange color flashed in his eyes. He saw his body standing upright on the ground, his palm also resting on the sword box, and he could activate the flying sword at any time.
But this shouldn't be the case.
Suddenly, he realized that it was his soul that had been pushed out of his body by that ghostly hand.
Ghost hands passed through his body and tightly grasped his Yangshen.
"Instigating others."
"Death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be avoided!"
"I will cut off your three levels of cultivation to serve as a warning to others."
A somewhat hoarse voice fell from the sky, and the swordsman's Yang Shen completely disappeared.
When the swordsman came back to his senses, he felt that his soul was extremely heavy and exhausted, but his body was unusually adapted to the world, as if the suppression of him by the world was immeasurable.
Only then did he explore his own cultivation level in horror.
Look at this.
Like falling into an ice cave.
He actually fell into the three major realms.
Staggering and falling to the ground, the swordsman suddenly howled.
Crying miserably.
No one around him laughed at him.
The young man in the Chinese attire completely understood what the woman in the white attire meant by not being simple.
I also know why Mr. Cui said that the other party is only a hair's breadth away from the top.
Killing people can only be done with a nod of the head.
If the swordsman was killed easily, he wouldn't be so shocked.
However, not only did the swordsman not die, he was also knocked down. Down to the specific level, such a method was too terrifying. If they were in the outside world, they would probably only hear the legends of this type of monks.
‘Slaying the Saint?’
The young man in fine clothes gave a wry smile.
How ridiculous it is to think about it now.
These four people might really be able to kill a less cautious ordinary saint in the forbidden land.
However, the person standing here is no ordinary saint.
His name has flown to many places, but it has not yet spread here.
Perhaps it was for this reason that everyone thought he was an ordinary saint with no strength.
People always have to pay the price for their ignorance.
"Sage, please spare my life, this little girl is a minor cultivator from Xuanmen Xingxuan Holy Land."
The woman in palace clothes hurriedly saluted and continued: "My master, the great sage Xingshu. I also ask the great sage to spare the little girl this time for the sake of my master."
Tu Shanjun's eyes were indifferent.
It's not that he underestimates Xingxuan Holy Land, but that he doesn't know this power at all.
If he were in the Eastern Wasteland, he could still tell the other party's background, but most of these people were from Middle-earth. He was still limited to biographies in Middle-earth, and he didn't know the division of power among the various sects.
"And you?"
Tu Shanjun moved his eyes to look at the young man.
The young man raised his hands and said, "This junior comes from Taiyi Sect."
The divine light in Tushanjun's eyes suddenly bloomed.
He said sharply: "Full name?!"
Qi Hua, a young man in colorful clothes, felt his heart skip a beat.
The secret passage is broken.
When he heard the woman talking about Xingxuan Holy Land, he saw the saint's indifference, so he generously told the origin of his heels. He didn't expect the saint's reaction to be so big and asked him to tell his full name.
Unsure whether it was an enemy or someone else, Qi Hua hesitated for a moment.
Qi Hua wished he could slap himself twice.
He regretted it the moment he blurted it out.
Having said this, he must finish.
Qi Hua said in a deep voice: "Taiyi Donghuangzong."
The ghost saint looked stunned.
A little loss flashed through my heart.
moment.
His expression finally returned.
Tu Shanjun looked at the young man in Chinese clothes: "Tao Sect?"
"yes."
"Taoist monk, the crime will be increased by one level."
Qi Hua opened his mouth to ask why.
Triplex and quadruple are different.
He even thought that the saint might as well give him a new life and rebuild his body.
"Tell me what kind of support you have."
Tu Shanjun ignored Qi Hua's thoughts and looked at Old Man Cui.
"His backer is me!"
not far away.
The middle-aged man who climbed the hill slowly approached.
Although he looked far away, he didn't expect that person's pace to be brisk but slow.
It's like shrinking into an inch and crossing mountains and rivers.
Less than a few breaths after hearing the sound, the man had already landed and stood still.
The divine light in his eyes was like a celestial river bursting out, erupting into the terror of a violent waterfall.