Gu Sitong practiced a total of three kinds of martial arts, namely the Qian Ji Shu, the Heavenly Clothes Magic Kung Fu, and the Wind and Thunder Palm.
Although Chu Li had acquired the inheritance, experience and even enlightenment of the three martial arts, as if he had practiced them for hundreds of years, and the fire was extremely profound, he did not accept them all. He only took the Qian Ji Technique and gave up the other two.
The power of these two martial arts is indeed powerful, but after all, he did not practice it himself, and he believes that what he has learned is all miraculous, and he can perform it more skillfully than what he learned from Gu Sitong.
Gu Sitong has now become his puppet, and their identities have been reversed.
The Mechanism-pulling Technique consumes a lot of mental energy and cannot be used all the time, so Gu Sitong stopped before and gave himself a chance when he was surprised to turn the situation around. If he stopped using the Mechanism-pulling Technique, Gu Sitong would have the opportunity to control it.
Own.
Once the seed is planted, even the person who casts the spell cannot break it. He can only control that person and cannot control others. The Mechanism Technique can only control one person.
This is an iron law that cannot be violated.
He couldn't let Gu Sitong remove the seed, so Gu Sitong still had a chance to control him. By then, he would definitely die, and there would be no luck, so Gu Sitong had only one way to die.
"Alas..." He sighed and shook his head.
Between his own life and the other person's life, he had no choice, even if Gu Sitong saved his life.
"Abandon your martial arts." Chu Li sighed.
He finally decided to save a chance of survival. No matter what Gu Sitong's purpose was, he wanted to save his own life. Killing him like this would leave some flaws in his heart and lead to trouble in his future cultivation.
"Bang bang bang bang..." Gu Sitong slapped himself several times.
Then his body shriveled up slowly like a deflated rubber ball. He could vaguely hear the hissing sound of breathing out, and all his cultivation was dissipating rapidly. Chu Li couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but he was not in a hurry to withdraw the Mechanism Technique.
The longer the Mechanism-pulling Technique takes to be used, the more energy it consumes. In the end, the consumption will be doubled, but Chu Li can bear it, and the wisdom of the Great Round Mirror has already penetrated into the void of Gu Sitong's mind.
Gu Sitong's mind was filled with calmness. He didn't think about anything, only calmness.
Chu Li was surprised, and then suddenly realized that the Qian Ji Technique not only controlled his body, but also his spirit. However, the Qian Ji Technique could not control his own spirit, apparently because he had several magical skills in his mind.
It's a pity that no matter how powerful the Qigong is, it still can't completely compete with the Mechanism Technique. It can only guard the void in the mind, so when it is controlled, it may not be able to fully exert its power.
Chu Li shook his head with emotion, and then removed the Mechanism Technique.
Gu Sitong suddenly became energetic, his eyes suddenly brightened, and then dimmed again, revealing a wry smile.
Chu Li didn't want to say any more, so he stood up and said in a deep voice: "Leave you alive so that you can take care of yourself!"
After saying that, he stepped into the void and disappeared without a trace.
Gu Sitong looked at the direction where Chu Li disappeared, his face was as gloomy as water, his eyes were staring hard, and his resentment seemed to be real. Unfortunately, no matter how resentful his eyes were, it was useless, Chu Li had disappeared.
After a long time, Gu Sitong sighed and shook his head, then got up and staggered back, insisting on walking back to the valley, then moved a stone, and suddenly the whole valley began to shake.
The terrain began to change, and the mountains next to it seemed to be moving, and finally formed a cylinder shape, surrounding the valley in the middle. There was no way out, and then he sat next to the pool.
Half an hour had passed, and his face was now covered with wrinkles and his hair was as white as snow, as if he was a different person.
He looked up at the sky and saw the white clouds floating in the blue sky. He took a long breath, and then his head suddenly dropped. His breath was cut off, his vitality disappeared, and he was dead.
He is alive because of his powerful cultivation. Once his cultivation disappears, his lifespan is suddenly reduced. It has exceeded the limit of his lifespan and he will soon die. Thanks to the treasures that protect him, he can persist until now.
He couldn't let his body be taken away by others, taken away to receive a heavy reward, or crushed into ashes. If he wanted to save himself, this valley was the best, and it was the place he chose to bury his bones.
Chu Li was walking north in the Feiyan Mountains when he suddenly stopped.
There was a feeling in my mind that the seeds I planted had dissipated, and the seeds on my body also dissipated.
He understood immediately that Gu Si was dead!
He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved. Now he no longer had to contend with reason and emotion, and he was completely at peace. Privately, he vaguely knew the cause of Gu Sitong's death, and could only blame Gu Sitong for his poor fate and failure to prolong his life with treasures.
I have given him a glimmer of life. If there is a treasure that can prolong his life, he can still survive. If there is no treasure that can prolong his life, he can only die, and he can't blame himself.
Xing Wuxing suddenly appeared. After looking around, he floated forward and came to the valley, only to find that the valley had changed. He couldn't get in. Even if he used the formation-breaking talisman, he couldn't break it.
He knew that this place was a desperate place. The dead energy would accumulate and become more and more intense, forming the best tomb. However, living people could not enter, otherwise they would be cursed. Even with advanced martial arts, it would be useless.
He slapped the ancient tree next to him bitterly, and the huge prize he had received was actually gone before his eyes. This really made him extremely angry, boiling with loss and happiness, and he wanted to look up to the sky and scream.
He gritted his teeth and thought of Chu Li, so he concentrated on sensing Chu Li. He had already put a strange fragrance on Chu Li's body before. Only by using strange mental methods could he sense this strange fragrance, which had no smell.
His face gradually became solemn, he frowned and thought for a while, then finally shook his head and stepped into the void, disappearing.
The original Qixiang lost its sense. It was obviously broken, or Chu Li had already died in the desperate place in front of him, so he couldn't sense it. It was a pity for Chu Li.
He shook his head at the thought and then put the matter aside.
Chu Li came out of the Feiyan Mountains in the evening when the sun was about to set. In front of him was a majestic giant city, like a giant beast lying down, exuding a sinister aura that made Chu Li awe-inspiring.
As soon as he came out of the mountain, twelve men in armor had already surrounded him, and they drew their swords without allowing him to separate.
The long knife turned into a piece of cold light, and the blade could not be seen clearly. Twelve balls of cold light squeezed in, giving him no chance to escape.
Chu Li snorted, and the Forgetting Divine Sword shot out like a violent storm.
"Ding ding ding ding..." The sword energy of the Forgetting Divine Sword was like substance. It hit the sword and the blade suddenly appeared.
The blade was about one foot wide and two meters long. It was taller than them. It looked bulky, but in their hands it was like holding pieces of wood. It was light and agile, and surprisingly fast. It blocked the sword energy of the Forgetful Sword one by one.
Chu Li's current cultivation level has skyrocketed, which is equivalent to that of Gu Sitong. It is far from what it used to be. The power of the Forgetting Divine Sword has also greatly increased, making the twelve armored men breathless and retreating step by step. Originally,