The more strength you have left, you have to be ten times more careful. You would rather use a strategy that would hurt both sides than give the enemy a chance to use your strength."

At this moment, Zuo Wuzhou's face turned from rosy to deathly gray, and he flew hundreds of meters away. He collapsed a building and was buried in rubble. His power was earth-shattering.

Bei Wusheng and Yu Wusheng relaxed their gazes a little and looked at each other with secret shock in their eyes: "If this guy survives, our sect will lose all its majesty."

Bei Wusheng's cold eyes glanced at Yaksha along with his cold words: "The greatest genius in ancient and modern times is nothing more than that."

Tannu and Song Xifu had the same idea as Dianzuo! "Back then, when we were fighting in Dianzuo, the competition was dangerous and ominous, but it didn't even cost Zuo Wuzhou's life. If you want to defeat him, kill him. That's easy. Then go ahead."

Then just wait for him to crawl back from hell and claim his life."

Yasha laughed wildly: "You think he is dead, but I tell you, even if he is dead, he will come back from hell."

"He is the one who will come back from hell. Even if he dies, he will turn into a nightmare. He will haunt you for the rest of your life." Yasha smiled crazily: "You real soul world will soon know how scary he is.

, it won’t be long, maybe it will be the next moment. Hahaha.”

Yaksha's laughter and words were intertwined together, making everyone feel an extremely strange aura.

It's like that person will really come back from hell. It's like that person. Even if he dies, he will still be around him. It's like there is always such a pair of gloomy eyes around him.

A Sansheng Zong Wuyu was nearby. He jumped over with great hatred and fiercely swept his sword downwards.

The rubble exploded, and an arm that people mistakenly thought was made of steel burst forward and captured Wu Yu's throat alive. He pinched his throat inch by inch and exploded, making Zuo Wuzhou look like a black dragon.

He jumped forward and swept across with his flicking legs, and the martial arts suddenly exploded into blood mist.

This scene is too sudden. The person who was thought to be dead actually survived. This sudden feeling is really impactful.

Especially Yaksha's words are still lingering in my ears, making them even more sarcastic and sarcastic.

"This injury is serious." There was severe pain all over his body. Zuo Wuzhou was unconscious, and he turned his back to the sky, washing away the dirt on his face, and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood. His face was pale. But he was bathed in the heavy rain, and it seemed to turn into a long stretch of blood.

Infinite mountains...

His eyes were full of wine, like a river of blood, and he swept towards the three Yashas. Zuo Wuzhou was full of murderous intentions, and the spiritual platform was clear: "If Beidou doesn't come again, I will have to use the Heavenly King Book or the True Holy Talisman. Since they are still alive,

I should try to save people first."

After a quick glance, he took in the environment and the enemy. Zuo Wuzhou remained calm and thought: "Rescuing people should be the first priority before talking about anything else. There are two great martial saints and a martial sect guarding the three of them beside Yasha.

It's difficult to save people. The only chance is either Beidou or I get close and use "Fire Thunder Wings" and "Wind Thunder Wings" to grab people.

Even though Zuo Wuzhou didn't want to expose his "Wind and Thunder Wings" and wanted to wait until he stole into the Soul Heaven Sect, he could use it again. But at this time, in order to save the three people, he could only calm down.

The sea of ​​life and soul in the heart is equivalent to the space of the sea of ​​consciousness. For the sake of convenience, the following text will be collectively referred to as the sea of ​​soul. Suddenly, Zuo Wuzhou's brows were like knives, his eyebrows were like knives, his face was like iron, and his eyes were cold: "Here he comes!"

His steely gaze finally glowed with a flickering flame. Ignoring the many Sansheng Sect disciples who were surrounding him, he raised his head and said solemnly, circling for nine days: "Hand this person back."

The rain was heavy and violent. The sound penetrated the cracked stone.

Bei Wusheng sneered: "Zuo Wuzhou, you are so brave. Our Sansheng Sect has not settled the matter with you about the Ancient Soul Palace, but you dare to break in and cause trouble and trample on our face."

Zuo Wuzhou glanced away with a dead gaze without any emotion. Bei Wusheng's heart actually skipped a beat, and his voice had a slight ups and downs that was not noticed. He said with murderous intent: "Since I'm here, there's no need to leave.

.”

Sensing his murderous intent, Zuo Wuzhou slowly closed his eyes. After a while, he opened them again, revealing a dark look. The words were sonorous: "Hand this person back!"

Bei Martial Saint cast a wink at his disciple, laughed loudly, and said incomparably coldly: "The greatest genius in ancient and modern times, I think you are the most quick-dying genius in ancient and modern times. If you become a Martial Saint hundreds of years later, my three

Shengzong may give you three points of thin noodles."

"No matter how talented you are, you are just a martial artist now, and you dare to go against my Sansheng Sect. You think you are the first genius of bullshit, so you dare to be so arrogant." Bei Wusheng Li Xiao said: "Today, I will teach you how to know your potential and strength

The difference is that if you are not a martial artist, even if you are a martial saint, we, the Sansheng Sect, will still kill you."

"How did the disciples of the Japanese sect die when they were saved in the Ancient Soul Palace? Today I will teach you how to die ten times more painfully. Hahaha."

Bei Wu Sheng's furious screams echoed across the heaven and earth, making them tremble.

Zuo Wuzhou remained consistent, without any flaw in his aura. His pupils shrank into needle-like shapes, and his muscles and bones flexed. His words were as loud as thunder: "You want to kill me! You must remember that Sansheng Sect will kill you because of your words and your intention."

And died."

Bei Wu Sheng laughed with disdain: "It's up to you to practice for five hundred years before you are qualified to fight with me!"

Zuo Wuzhou's face was full of determination and perseverance. He raised his head fiercely, and his chest was full of ambition and murderous aura, suddenly pouring out like a wild dragon. This power should be like a raging wave that never stops, or like the sky and the earth falling apart.

Looking up to the sky and roaring, the heroes watching the battle were amidst the roaring, as if the candlelight was swaying in the wind, and they were horrified: "This man's momentum is so terrifying!"

The momentum should be at its peak of strength and ferocity.

At this moment, a gray light remained in the field of vision. The smell of alcohol was just as suffocating as the dark clouds. The heroes all screamed in horror: "Another Martial Saint is here!"

The faces of Bei Wusheng and Yu Wusheng changed greatly: "Could it be that a hostile sect took the opportunity to plot against our Sansheng Sect!"

A Martial Saint, an unknown enemy, suddenly approached. Bei Martial Saint and Yu Martial Saint were under so much pressure that they actually neglected the three Yakshas.

No one would have thought that this Martial Saint was actually following Zuo Wuzhou's orders, because no one in the world had ever thought that there was such a secret skill as "Spirit of the Soul".

Beidou was like a storm, and it was about to hit Beiyu and Beiyu. Suddenly, with lightning speed, you caught up with Yasha and the other three and retreated, accompanied by a vibrating sound: "Rescued."

"Okay!" Zuo Wuzhou's voice pierced the clouds and cracked the stone: "Kill!"
Chapter completed!