?? Since Zhou Luo returned to his Flying Palace, a few days have passed, and under the extreme speed of nearly 10,000 miles every day in the Flying Palace, it has only been six or seven days since the Flying Palace has reached the vicinity of Soshen Mountain.

After arriving at the nearby sky of Soshen Mountain, due to the impact of the death of the old man Sou Shen back then, when there were still dozens of miles away from Sou Shen Mountain, Zhou Luo's Liujiao Cloud Palace Fa Drive was no longer able to move forward, so he had to stop in mid-air and wait for the arrival of the remaining disciples.

"Are you sure you'll win this time?"

On the Flying Palace, Zhou Luo was a little bored waiting for the arrival of the other two sects, and suddenly a very cold voice came into his ears, Zhou Luo looked back, but saw a black-haired woman in white fluttering in the Cloud Immortal Palace hundreds of meters away from him looking at him coldly.

"Your Highness the Red Sleeves?"

Zhou Luo looked at the cold and arrogant woman in the Cloud Mist Immortal Palace in the distance who looked similar to the girl in red that day, but her temperament was more like the woman in white that day, and he had some doubts in his heart.

But even so, Zhou Luo didn't ask any rude questions, but answered this question truthfully.

"Your Highness, I don't have a definite answer to this question, as we all know, the Lanke Landa Temple has been inherited for more than 35,000 years, and it is the strongest sect in my Daxuan Dynasty, and the strong and Tianjiao have never been lacking, and in the face of such an opponent, Zhou Luo naturally has no certainty of victory."

"And although the strength of the Heavenly Sword Gate is not as good as that of the Lanke Langtuo Temple, it has also been inherited for more than 22,000 years, and it has always been the first to attack, even my ancestor Star God Tianzun is also from the Heavenly Sword Pavilion Sect, and the old man Sou Shen died under the three swords of the first true legend of the Heavenly Sword Gate at that time, Nalan Beique, such an opponent is of course not easy."

Hearing this, the white-clothed woman with black hair fluttering on the Cloud Mist Immortal Palace was a little impatient and was about to speak, but Zhou Luo's next sentence suddenly interrupted what she was about to say.

"But even so, even if Luo is not the strongest disciple of the three sects, but no matter what, the disciple believes that he will never lose, please rest assured, Your Highness, this is Luo's decision."

"At the same time, it is also the determination of my master Xuantong and the old man Turtle Dragon, 1,300 years ago, the two old men and the rest of the sect seniors were swept away by the six major sects in the first battle of Lei Ze, and I will definitely take it back on their behalf this time."

"Take back the glory that the sect once lost thousands of years ago instead of them!"

Listening to the resolute words of the young man in the Flying Palace, and looking at the eagerness in his eyes that strongly wanted to help the sect regain face, the coldness and silence in the eyes of the white-clothed woman in the Cloud Mist Immortal Palace had been completely eliminated, and it was replaced by an unconcealable brilliance.

"Although the words are very good, it is really difficult to achieve, since the Star God Patriarch established the sect three thousand seven hundred years ago, the monks of my sect have been winning less and losing more in the face of the other six major sects, and even have to live in a corner and it is difficult to advance an inch."

"Thirteen hundred years ago, in the battle of the gods of the Eastern Tu Raize, the warriors of my sect were even more squeezed out by the other six major sects, so that there was no god seed, and the luck was greatly dissipated, and it has been suppressed until now, and it seems that there are still seven hundred years before the war of the gods will be opened again, what confidence do you have to take the place of the sect to win the glory that was lost, and continue the luck for the sect?"

The red sleeves looked at Zhou Luo, and her tone seemed to be full of coldness and disdain, but the heat in her eyes was difficult to hide.

Obviously, it's not that he doesn't like Zhou Luo's answer, but he doesn't have confidence in whether the young man in front of him can replace the sect in the battle of fate seven hundred years later and open up the future, after all, the backbone of the sect was almost completely broken 1,300 years ago, and it is always not so easy to regain confidence.

Moreover, the time of seven hundred years was too short, and it was difficult for her to have hope that Zhou Luo would be able to reach a strong enough realm in these seven hundred years, because even she herself was desperate for the situation that she had only seven hundred years of cultivation and was about to enter the war.

"Whether you can regain the lost glory for the sect is not by saying it with your mouth, but by beating!"

"Your Highness just needs to pay attention to it, and let this search for the mysterious realm prove whether I have the potential to reach the heavens, and be worthy of being expected by His Highness and the sect."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Luo did not speak again, but quietly waited for the arrival of the other two sects on his Cloud Palace Law Pilot.

Soon, at noon, there was a sudden rotation of divine light in the eastern sky of the Flying Palace, and then a sky-rushing sword light came horizontally, and countless sword qi rose in the east with this sword light, and the brilliance of the divine light even covered the brilliance of the scorching sun on the heavenly dome.

Da Xuan attacked the first --- Heavenly Sword Gate, and it has arrived!

"Divine Sword is unparalleled, worthy of being a Heavenly Sword Sect person who only cultivates one sword in his life."

Zhou Luo looked leisurely at the eleven black-clothed warriors with long swords on the thousands of meters of mountain divine sword in the distance, feeling the void cracks on the outer layers of the mountain divine sword, and suddenly had a specific image of the rumored Heavenly Sword Gate that was unkind and bent on fighting.

"Lanko Bodhi!"

At the next moment when the Heavenly Sword Gate appeared, like a competition, the golden lotus in the western sky of the Flying Palace was in full bloom and flying in the sky, and a green-haired giant lion the size of a mountain roared and rushed to the sky, and the blue-haired giant lion descended with the bright Buddha light in the sky and the boundless grand Buddha sound chanting.

The moment he heard these Zen sounds, whether it was the Heavenly Sword disciple with infinite sword intent or the disciple of the Beiluo Star Hall who was full of battle intent, they couldn't help but start to feel calm and leisurely for a while, and there was no longer any previous hustle and bustle.

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

On the top of the head of a blue-haired giant lion the size of a mountain, the elder of Lanke Landa Temple was wearing a red robe, and next to him was a position that could be a position behind him, a handsome monk in red was calm and grand, completely overshadowing the momentum of the nine disciples behind him, which was particularly dazzling and conspicuous.

The three forces, all present at this point, the sword qi and Buddha light in the sky converge infinitely, and the scene that should have been warm suddenly fell into a strange state of calm at this time.

"Good guy, the leaders of the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Lanke Landa Temple who participated in the trial disciples are actually sixth-order law domain cultivators, and the momentum of those fellow sects behind them all seem to be far stronger than my sect, if it weren't for me, I am afraid that this battle would really be swept again."

"Sure enough, the failure of the battle of the gods directly hurt the luck of the sect, so that the number of Tianjiao has not been as good as the other six factions over the years, if the next battle of the gods fails again, our sect is estimated to have no day to rise, and there is even the possibility of being replaced by the rest of the sects."

Zhou Luo's eyes calmly glanced at the disciples of the two sects who came, and he began to understand the anxiety of the two old men of Xuantong and Guilong, it was not that they were talking in vain and obsessed with illusory glory, but that the sect really couldn't fail anymore.

"Then let me open up a way to survive on behalf of the sect, although I am not a self-sacrificing person, but I will definitely not allow the sect to lose again in this battle of the gods!"

"The glory of the glory that was originally lost from the hands of the sect's predecessors will definitely rise again from me!"

In the Cloud Palace, Zhou Luo's eyes were full of absolute confidence and firmness in himself.