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Chapter 297: Two shadows in the night, a sign of the devil

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. As winter passes and spring comes, there is still a hint of coolness.

While alone, Wu Sheng stepped onto the main peak, feeling like he was bathed in the spring breeze: "Oni Wu Sheng, I haven't seen you for a long time, but you are still as charming as ever."

Gui Wuxiang's silver hair danced excitedly, and he looked back calmly: "Bian Martial Saint is being polite, your cultivation has improved again."

Bian Du's expression condensed, and his complimenting smile became a little thicker: "How can I be as good as Oni Wu Sheng? Our Tianshen Sect relies on Hun Tian Sect to be where we are today.

Gui Wuxiang smiled, and Senbai's face was full of gentleness, which was very different from the power of the rumored second strongest man: "You're welcome, my place is very shabby, and there are no chairs, just

I feel sorry for you to sit on the stone bench."

Bian Du motioned for the people who were following him to sit down. He put a brocade box on the stone table with a smile, patted it gently, and when he turned his face, there was still a hint of pain in his face: "I wonder how the martial saints are doing."

"He is practicing in seclusion." Gui Wuxiang raised his head, with a hint of authority in his brows.

Bian Du was secretly surprised: "The martial saints have reached the pinnacle of cultivation, but they are still in seclusion to improve themselves. Could it be that the martial saints are about to break out..."

Gui Wuxiang smiled and waved his hand: "It's nothing. He Zhu Wudao has always been a cultivator, and he has never been in seclusion." After a pause, Gui Wuxiang looked at the clouds in the night and sighed: "Super Saint

, how can it be so easy to achieve a strong Yuanhun."

Bian Du was deeply convinced. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Gui Wusheng. What do you think of these disciples of our Tianshen Sect?"

These people hurriedly released their breath, Gui Wuxiang nodded and praised: "Very good, Changsheng is indeed one of the top ten martial arts sects."

Gui Wuxiang thought for a moment, then stretched out his hand slightly. A sword and a war spear suddenly flew out of the simple thatched hut like a startling rainbow. With the tip of his finger, the rainbows fell next to these Shentian Sect disciples:

"Quality should be reciprocated as a matter of courtesy."

Bian Du's bitter heart finally regained some vitality. He pretended to scold: "Why don't you thank Guiwu Sheng soon?" These people were thanking Gui Wu, when suddenly someone flew up the mountain, bowed to Gui Wu, and said in a deep voice: "Gui Wusheng"

Uncle Zuo Wuzhou came, lived alone in the Monastery, and killed three challengers. You Heng and Song Yan seemed to have a very good deal with Zuo Wuzhou."

"Kill three when they come." Just kill three." Gui Wuxiang was stunned and laughed: "This kid is ruthless enough. He can compare with Lao Zhu."

Gui Wuxiang pondered and tapped his temples with his fingertips: "Youheng. Song Yan seems to be the disciple of Yan Tianya and Hentian." The disciple smiled: "These three are all geniuses, and they actually got together. That's funny."

It’s surprising.”

Bian Du's face changed greatly. He lowered his head and was secretly angry. It was enough that Hentian was the third among the ten great martial saints. Then Tianya was also a first-rate or second-class martial saint. But his reputation was far from loud enough. In terms of cultivation, it was really not that good.

It would be a shame to lose so many times. Here, Duke Zhengzheng was once defeated by Yan Tianya's hands. It was a great shame and humiliation.

Hentian and Yan Tianya are both top practitioners among casual cultivators. They are representative figures. Not only that, these two people are also close friends. Ordinary people would not want to offend these two people at all.

Let’s just say Tianya. It is said that Hentian was disfigured because of his love affairs. He turned from a handsome young man to an extremely ugly one. He was especially cynical and acted extremely extreme. For example, among these ten martial saints, there are really few

He is a ruthless person. Zhu Wudao is one, and Hatian is another. Even Jiutian Sect will never offend Hentian.

Gui Wuxiang said calmly: "Bian Martial Saint, I want to practice."

"Gui Wusheng, I still have something to tell you about Zuo Wuzhou," Bian Dudu said. Seeing Gui Wuxiang enter the hut, he was stunned. He showed a trace of shame and anger, and said, "Let's go back."

When Bian Du and the others left, Gui Wuxiang came out again. With a smile on his face, he glanced at the box on the stone table: "Illusion Super Sacred Artifact."

Return to the pavilion where Shentian Zong stayed.

Bian Du's face was already livid. He handed over the fantasy super-sacred weapon that he had snatched, and what he got back was two sacred objects. Whether it is worth it or not is a matter of opinion.

It was Gui Wuxiang's attitude that made Bian Du secretly hate him. But he had no choice but to do anything about it. The Hun Tianzong family has been dominant for millions of years. This foundation is deep enough to create the Hun Tianzong's grandeur and arrogance. Rather than saying that Gui Wuxiang is arrogant,

It's better to call it ignoring.

Completely ignoring the wishes of the Shentian Sect, Bian Du was depressed: "Who told me that the Shentian Sect was founded by the Huntian Sect."

"Zuo Wuzhou, Zuo Wuzhou. This person dares to come. How brave." Bian Du sneered: "But now that you are here, don't even think about leaving. Just wait."

In the small building where Changkong Sect lived.

The news that Zuo Wuzhou had appeared had spread quietly. The Changkong Sect soon got the news. Unlike Nie Wen, who was joyful from the bottom of his heart, Nie Chaoye had a worried look on his face. The moment he learned the news, Nie Chaoye

Asano was so surprised that he pulled off his beard.

"I should have known it a long time ago. I should have known it a long time ago. This kid has always been lawless and has a temperament that faces difficulties. How could he not come?" Nie Chaoye sighed: "Miscalculation, such a miscalculation."

The Changkong Sect has been slow for a long time, and it is roughly known that the Ancient Soul Palace is in trouble. How can the movements of Shentian and other six sects be hidden from each sect. The outside world generally does not know about this, but Changkong knows.

For some reason, King Gaitian came in person this time.

"It's difficult, this matter is too difficult." Nie Chaoye became more and more irritable the more he thought about it. It was unusual for the six characters to join forces.

King Gaitian is nearly a thousand years old, and his time is running out. The Changkong Sect jumped to sixth place in one fell swoop. It was precisely because of the three currents of the sword that King Qiangtian was getting old, and all the sects were looking at him. The pressure was not like this in the first place.

It is even more difficult to keep the boat on the left.

King Gaitian's cloudy eyes shed a glimmer of light: "Chaoyi, what this kid does is interesting."

Nie Chaoye paused and said in awe: "He did not come to join us, but stayed alone in the monastery. Could it be that he wanted to clear up some excuses for our sect? It seems useless."

Nie Chaoye and others all had inexplicable headaches, but Nie Wen was extremely excited and said to Yaksha: "Let's go and see Wuzhou."

As a lurer, Yaksha was very successful in welding many enemies, allowing Zuo Wuzhou to move freely. After luring the enemy, Yaksha was scheduled to meet again at the Soul Heaven Conference, so Yaksha naturally came with him.

Perhaps Yasha didn't know about the matter in the Ancient Soul Palace. The Yishen Tian Sect would not be idle and publicize the scandal all over the world. But Yasha could vaguely sense it from the tense atmosphere of the Changkong Sect in recent days, and snickered: "It must be Zuo Wuzhou

Did he do something sensational again?"

Yasha has been following him for a long time, how could he be so ignorant? Zuo Wuzhou has a fierce temper, and is not sociable. Wherever he goes, he will probably hit him and make enemies.

Yaksha wanted to go together, but Nie Chaoye suddenly appeared and called out to the excited Nie Wen: "Nie Wen, get over here. You are not allowed to see Zuo Wuzhou within three days, and no one from our sect is allowed."

Nie Chaoye paused and glanced at Yasha: "If you are not from this sect, then you can do whatever you want."

Yaksha understood and left quietly.

Nie Chaoye scolded him seriously: "Do you know why Zuo Wuzhou didn't come to join us? If you don't understand, you just wander around and ruin his big job."

"I just miss him and want to see if he can do anything bad." Nie Wen muttered, but was punched out by Nie Chaoye who was extremely angry.

"I'm so excited."

Yasha quietly touched it, his eyes full of excitement: "Follow him. Sure enough, the whole journey will be wonderful. Only in this way will your life not be lonely, and your cultivation will not be in vain."

"Heavenly Soul Conference. He doesn't want to cause trouble here. If so," Yasha felt terrified at first, and then his unruly nature broke out: "If so, that would be too much fun."

As expected, he has followed Zuo Wuzhou for so long. Yasha is about to become a fighting maniac.

After quietly walking into the room, Zuo Wuzhou's voice suddenly started to sound: "There is a Zhenzong-level device talisman on the table. Take it and use it first."

"Your cultivation level is too low, and even if you are given a sacred weapon, you will not be able to exert its power. When you become a warrior, I will have a sacred weapon for you to use." Yaksha remained silent, took it without saying a word, and sat down cross-legged.

He looked at it carefully and was secretly grateful. Don't look at Zuo Wuzhou who often wears holy weapons and holy attires. That is because he is too wealthy. The truth is that the martial arts sects of ordinary small sects may not be able to equip Zhenzong level weapons and talismans.

After a long while, Zuo Wuzhou said leisurely: "Practice with concentration, there will be many wonderful shows in the past few days."

"Cultivation is really slow."

Sensing Yaksha's aura, he had already entered trance for a long time, and Zuo Wuzhou lost a trace of sadness and anxiety in his heart. In the past, his practice and improvement in the Dharma Soul Realm were very obvious. However, the further he went on, the less obvious it became.

"That's true when you think about it. It only took five years from Lord Wu to Emperor Wu. Now of course it's even more difficult." Zuo Wuzhou shook his head and laughed at his impatience: "I am used to the speed of cultivation in the past, but

I forgot. The higher the level, the harder it is to practice and the longer it takes. I need to readjust my mentality."

Zuo Wuzhou was still secretly lamenting that his cultivation speed was too slow. But he didn't know that if others knew about his condition, they would definitely go crazy with jealousy. It would take others decades. Zuo Wuzhou usually only achieved it in a few years. How can this be taught?

People are not jealous.

"If this is the case, there is a more powerful level above Yuanhun Tian. Wouldn't it take hundreds or even thousands of years to move around?" Zuo Wuzhou's sudden thought made him secretly excited.

It is true that even for people with extraordinary talents, it will take hundreds of years to reach the level of martial saint. For those who are like this, it will probably take hundreds of years to reach the super saint. If there is someone stronger in the "Yuanhun Heaven", then

At least it will take hundreds or thousands of practices to break through.

The higher you go, the more profound and difficult it becomes. It is not unthinkable to practice for hundreds of thousands of years.

Suddenly, you felt sullen and walked out slowly. On the slope outside the house, you looked up at the sky.

There was some spring rain at night, but it has stopped now, the dark clouds have faded, and we can see the shining starry sky. Zuo Wuzhou raised his head and saw the refreshing and joyful words: "The sky is endless, the soul is infinite. However, human life is limited, ancient and modern

How many people can discover the true mystery of this soul path?"

"Martial Saint, I'm afraid the Martial Saint is just that, and has not really touched the core mystery of the soul path." Looking at the sky at night, the sky is dotted with stars, how can it not teach people that their hearts are suddenly enlightened. The trace of suffocation caused by practice has disappeared.

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Zuo Wuzhou was fascinated: "I don't know what realm the heavens are in."

From the information left to him by Zhong Ziyu and various clues, Zuo Wuzhou can naturally infer that this True Soul Heaven is by no means the core mystery of the Soul Dao. Even the "Yuanhun Heaven" is probably not the core of the Soul Dao.

The end.

According to ancient legends, those who have great supernatural powers can move mountains and fill seas. However, the heavens can easily create heaven and earth. The difference is so huge. Even if the martial saint is strong, he has not yet reached the level of moving mountains and filling seas.

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To be continued...