When the Yin Yang Archmage took the initiative to cut off the attack of the power of the divine sense, the foreign divine consciousness that had invaded in the sea of Zhang Wuji's consciousness suddenly became a sourceless water, although the momentum was still terrifying, but it had no stamina. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The speed at which the divine consciousness disappeared between Xiao Zhang Wuji's two little hands suddenly became more than ten times faster, and without the control of their masters, they quickly threw themselves into Xiao Zhang Wuji's arms like good babies.

With a swipe of his right hand, the last trace of divine consciousness disappeared with the appearance of a perfect semi-circular trajectory. Xiao Zhang Wuji finished his work, and he was still standing there with a fist frame with an expressionless face.

Although he didn't speak, if someone could watch carefully, they would be able to clearly see that he was much bigger than just now.

The Tree of Wisdom silently sprouted three more branches, and the emerald green leaves were oily and smooth, as if they could drip oil.

Zhang Wuji returned to his soul, opened his eyes, and looked at the crowd fighting fiercely, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. He lost all sensation after feeling a buzz in his head, and now he suddenly regained consciousness, but he clearly felt full of energy, and he didn't hurt at all.

Fan Yao, Hou Cheng and others were fighting fiercely, and he didn't think much about it, so he pounced, but his heart was not easy at all, the spiritual power that was enough to destroy the world gave him too much pressure, and this battle must be resolved quickly.

Although he didn't know what had just happened, he keenly sensed that something was wrong, and that person would definitely not have much time left for him.

The two sides have been fighting fiercely under the tower for a long time, and the Mingjiao side has two congenital masters, Bat King and Fan Yao, who have an absolute advantage in high-level combat power, and as time goes by, the Tartar side has shown a tendency to rout.

Zhang Wuji's sudden attack became the last straw that overwhelmed the camel, and the Tartar side instantly scattered, scattered in all directions, shrunk to the side of the courtyard wall, and stared at the Mingjiao people from afar with frightened eyes.

Zhang Wuji and the others were stunned, but they didn't take the initiative to attack, Hou Cheng and the others took a position to protect Zhang Wuji behind them, but they didn't think that such an act was completely superfluous.

Fan Yao, Wei Yixiao and others were about to greet Zhang Wuji, when they heard Zhang Wuji say: "Hurry up and adjust your internal strength, the strong enemy will arrive soon, and the fierce battle is still to come." ”

Fan Yao and the others looked at each other, sat cross-legged on the ground, took out the pill to nourish internal force, threw it into their mouths, and began to use their internal force to walk on the Great Zhoutian.

Zhang Wuji turned to look at the tower, calm as usual. The divine consciousness unconsciously probed towards the tower, only to see that from the first floor of the tower began to rotate upward, there were corpses of monks and warriors everywhere, and Ouyang Shengwen's figure was found on the sixth floor, and the sixth layer was locked up by Wudang Zhuxia, and Ouyang Shengwen was giving them an antidote.

The people of the six major factions on the fourth and fifth floors were exercising their pranayama, and it seemed that because of the Bright Peak, Ouyang Shengwen still gained their trust after telling them their identities. Compared with the plot in the original book, it comforted him a lot. Just looking at the speed of these people's recovery, I am afraid it will take at least an hour to wait until they are all recovered, and this hour is probably a big problem for him and the rescuers of the Ming Sect.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but look at the entrance with a bitter face, he was not very sure about the next battle, but the matter had come to this point, and he could only be forced to go to Liangshan helplessly. Whether it is the brother in front of him or the six major factions in the tower, they can't give up.

This night, he finally determined what Zhao Min meant by 'that world', this story of relying on the sky and slaying the dragon was completely different from the story in Zhang Gong's memory.

This made him feel at a loss for a moment, as if things were out of control.

Just as he was thinking about the fugue, neat footsteps sounded outside the wall, and he knew that the mysterious Yin Yang Archmage was coming without using his divine sense.

Zhang Wuji raised his feet and walked forward, and appeared in front of the guards in the blink of an eye, Hou Cheng was about to speak, when he saw him wave his hand back, and stood behind him honestly at the moment.

Fan Yao and the others opened their eyes one after another, stood up, wanted to say something, and stopped thinking about speaking when they saw Zhang Wuji's expressionless face.

Especially Wei Yixiao and the other old brothers who followed all the way from Guangming Peak, it was the first time to see such a serious expression from the sect leader, and it seemed that the mysterious enemy had brought him great pressure.

The Tartar soldiers and monks and warriors on the side of the courtyard wall seemed to come to life in an instant, their backs straightened up a little longer, and they moved with each other, forming a loose formation, standing there quietly, staring at the Mingjiao people more than ten feet apart, obviously knowing that the backer was coming, and wanted to show it.

The footsteps came from far and near, and a middle-aged monk in a moon-white monk's robe walked in like an ordinary person, and walked towards Zhang Wuji calmly all the way, and only stopped when he walked to a distance of one zhang, and behind him were the four great congenital monks leading more than 100 powerful Fanzi warriors. The hundred-man team composed of four Tartar soldiers formed a solemn phalanx behind the monk from the moment they entered the courtyard, and it was quiet and terrifying.

A handsome monk, who looks nearly middle-aged, but this is just a feeling, if you remove those eyes that can see through people's hearts, this is an upright young man.

However, such a person is dressed in a moon-white monk's robe, and there is a faint moon-white halo around his body, full of dust. What makes people even more frightening is the eyes that can penetrate people's hearts. The only flaw in this person is probably the swarthy skin imposed by ultraviolet rays. Zhang Wuji looked at the strange and powerful enemy on the opposite side and thought silently. It's just that the halo on his body is not something he can find the answer in his memory, and it is indeed magical.

"Young man, which family are you from? Do you remember the legacy of your ancestors?"

Just as Zhang Wuji was seriously looking at the enemy opposite, the enemy on the opposite side asked these two questions slowly and calmly.

Zhang Wuji's face was the same as before, but there were waves in his heart. Could the world's greatest secret be revealed to him today?

Although his heart shook wildly, he still forced himself to calmly ask, "The legacy of the ancestors? We are the eldest brother and the second brother don't laugh at the second brother, no one laughs at anyone, how qualified are you to ask me like this?" The memory of the two lives, his understanding of the world in his heart is far beyond the ability of ordinary people, and his ability to accept it is even more than a few streets. For the Yin and Yang Archmage, although he knows that he is a fierce enemy, that curiosity is the deadliest poison, he just wants to know two or three.