Eight hundred and fifty-seventh chapter late stage of the spiritual realm
The meeting hall of Tianxin Palace fell into deathly silence. When Zhong Zihao spoke, everyone looked at him angrily. How dare this kid talk nonsense here!
Only Zhen Buduo lowered his head and thought deeply. He thought carefully about Zhong Zihao's words and deeds since he met him, and everything he said and did seemed to be somewhat different.
"You are making arrogant remarks, my Tianxin Palace is not a place where you can act wildly!"
A bearded hall master shouted angrily, turned around and pounced like an eagle, wanting to capture this kid and torture him to see if he was sent by some other force to confuse the public and shake the hall master's heart.
Zhong Zihao was already prepared. He appeared outside the door in a flash. He tore out his hand and used it immediately. Before leaving, he only left a voice:
"If Master Zuoqiu is interested, he can bring you all to the deep valley to find me the next time the demonic energy breaks out. But the dirty talk is ahead. Someone from Tianxin Palace took action against me today. If you want to go out then, you will have to pay a price.
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"Where can I escape, kid!"
All the hall masters rushed outside the door, but Zhong Zihao was nowhere to be seen.
"How did he leave?" a hall leader asked.
"How come in the blink of an eye, there is no sign of him for hundreds of miles around?" Another hall leader withdrew his soul power to investigate, looking puzzled.
"What pure space power!"
Someone noticed the fluctuations that had not completely dissipated and wondered.
"It is indeed space power!"
The master of Zuoqiu Palace stepped out, confirming this guess.
"Palace Master, why didn't you take action and let that kid go?" asked the previous Hall Master Hu Zha.
Hall Master Zuoqiu didn't answer, but moved his gaze to Zhen Buyuo's face: "Palace Master Zhen, please tell me in detail how you met this person."
"yes!"
Zhen Buduo is most worried about this problem, and at this moment he can only deal with it.
But when he finished speaking, everyone had no intention of ridicule, but looked solemn on their faces.
"Palace Master Zhen, what do you think about what that boy said?" After a while, Master Zuoqiu asked again.
"Subordinate... I don't dare to say anything!" Zhen Buduo was already sweating on his forehead.
"It's okay, just say it." The master of Zuoqiu Palace encouraged him regardless of everyone's doubtful looks.
"Okay, then my subordinate will be bold."
Zhen Buduo seemed to have made up his mind and risked everything: "From my subordinate's point of view, this person's words are indeed somewhat credible. Although I can't explain the reason, I still have this inexplicable feeling."
After saying that, he stood aside, ready to wait for the palace master to reprimand him.
Unexpectedly, the master of Zuoqiu Palace actually said very seriously: "This palace master feels the same way! I even feel that even if I take action personally, I may not be able to keep this son."
"ah!"
The hall masters were shocked. They had never expected that the master of the hall, one of the top ten supreme masters of the Burial Demon Abyss, would say such shocking words!
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After leaving Tianxin Hall, Zhong Zihao went straight to the deep canyon.
Although there was no gain in this line of work, he was not disappointed. The main purpose of coming to the Burial Demon Abyss was to restore his cultivation. It was an unexpected surprise to be able to conquer a few strong men, and he would not be depressed if he could not conquer them.
Because for him, after this trip, he will go to the cursed land to rescue the Yinsha tribe. That power is his true heritage.
Along the way, Zhong Zihao saw a lot of killings, including robbery for resources, vendettas, and even unprovoked massacres.
Obviously, contrary to what the Master of Zuoqiu Palace of Tianxin Palace said, Zhan Changkong is far from the only warrior who has not given up on leaving the Demon Burial Abyss.
He had long been accustomed to such scenes, and tried his best to avoid the situation along the way. When it was impossible to avoid it, he used his empty hand to travel through the void, and returned to the deep canyon in only half a month.
After traveling hundreds of thousands of miles deep, Zhong Zihao stopped and found a secret place to retreat with his legs crossed.
His soul power and state of mind were far enough. Under such a strong demonic aura, he restored his cultivation to the middle stage of the divine realm in just three months. And his combat power was even higher than when he was in this realm back then.
However, Zhong Zihao did not leave, but stayed to continue retreat.
He has a feeling that after the Nirvana of Duanhun Tianque, it will be easier to improve his cultivation than before.
Time is like a straight line, with no starting point and no end.
The water flows eastward, and the fleeting time passes quietly and slowly in Zhong Zihao's retreat.
A year later, as a terrifying aura swept over him, a man in black robes opened his deep eyes as the demonic energy rolled around.
He raised his hand and shook it gently, and a strong sense of strength surged through his body.
"Finally another breakthrough, the late stage of the Divine Realm!"
A bright light shot out of Zhong Zihao's eyes, and what was reflected in his pupils was an endless starry sky.
"Hahaha!"
It has been more than two years since Duanhun Tianque's death. The breakthrough after suppressing the pressure made him roar loudly. The laughter spread like real sound waves, causing the surrounding rocks to fall off.
"Congratulations, fellow Taoist, for your breakthrough, and congratulations for becoming the luckiest person!"
Suddenly, a voice suddenly sounded, and a middle-aged man with a terrifying aura and bloody air appeared not far away.
Zhong Zihao immediately became vigilant. Although he had relaxed a moment ago, the person who could allow him to approach without warning would definitely have surpassed the level of spiritual communication.
After a brief induction, he found that this person's aura seemed to be inferior to that of the Master of Zuoqiu Hall of Tianxin Hall.
"Your Excellency, congratulate me for being the luckiest person. How can I say this?"
Zhong Zihao's expression remained unchanged, and his energy was slowly flowing.
"Haha, you are really good to see me still so calm." The visitor smiled, "As for you being lucky, that's because you will be the ten thousandth person I kill in the Burial Demon Abyss!"
"You are Zhan Changkong!"
Zhong Zihao's pupils shrank and he instantly called out the other person's name.
This person is both a powerful person in the Supreme Realm and a bloodthirsty man. He is clearly aiming for a chance of escaping from the Demonic Burial Abyss. Considering what the master of Zuoqiu Hall said, it is not surprising that he can determine the identity of the other party.
"Oh? I didn't expect that Zhan is so famous that any kid he meets could call me by my name."
Zhan Changkong smiled and asked unexpectedly: "Since you know it's Zhan, why don't you run away?"
"escape?"
Zhong Zihao smiled and said: "It just so happens that I have made a breakthrough in my cultivation. Wouldn't it be great to have a strong man in the Supreme Realm try the sword?"
“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities!”
Zhan Changkong snorted coldly, a light flashed in front of him, and a blood-red long sword appeared in his hand.
“You have to try it to know whether you are overestimating your abilities or not!”
Zhong Zihao was not afraid. In the fight in the deep canyon, Zhan Changkong's combat power would inevitably be suppressed. Since he still had the means to save his life, he naturally wanted to prove his combat power at this moment.
Under Zhan Changkong's disdainful gaze, he raised his hand and shouted softly: "Black Flame!"
In an instant, a long black sword exuding endless pressure jumped into his hand.