"Do it, don't do it?" Looking at Ying Long, who had passed out underground, Zi Wuji's mood at this time was contradictory, and he was thinking about whether to move or not?

Ying Long, although it is of some use to him, it is not necessary.

And he was proud, but he didn't allow himself to fail, and from the roar of the demon shadow just now, he felt a crisis, a crisis that he had never experienced before. This is a feeling, a feeling that he will fail, this feeling is not made out of nothing, it is honed by his countless experiences, large and small, a kind of talent in the dark.

This kind of talent can only be experienced in countless moments of life and death.

An eight-year-old martial artist, a ten-year-old martial artist, a thirteen-year-old martial king, a sixteen-year-old martial artist, a twenty-two-year-old martial emperor, and now a thirty-five-year-old emperor, looking back on his achievements, Zi Wuji knows that this journey is not only because of his high talent, but because his survival ability is stronger than others, and he can always save his life in treasure exploration and treasure hunting, and get adventures again and again.

And the reason why his survival ability is strong is because he has this talent, so that he can always foresee danger before it comes, and prevent or avoid it in time.

Observe the crisis in front of others, and avoid desperate situations in the back of people.

His talent is the sixth sense that far surpasses ordinary people and even surpasses the powerhouses of the same level.

Facts have also proved that his sixth sense is right, and it is right. He had been told too many times that his sixth sense was right, yes.

The white tentacles of the Dead Coast, the wasteland and withered vines of the Desperate Forest, the lost caves of the Ten Thousand Beast Mountains, again and again, the experiences he had experienced, all told him that his feelings were right, they were right, and he wanted him to believe in his feelings.

And, in fact, Zi Wou-Ki never doubted his feelings.

It's just that he looked at Ying Long, who fainted on the ground, and he was still a little unwilling after all.

Yes, just unwillingly. From that roar, he could feel that the other party was not really strong enough for him to resist, strong enough for him to retreat without a fight.

Although, he didn't really see the other party, and he didn't know the other party's cultivation. But as a martial emperor-level figure, he can be regarded as a super strong person and a peerless master in the world. Naturally, he has some insight, and he can judge a lot of information just from this magic roar.

And he could judge from this demonic roar that the other party's strength was not very strong, at least not at the level of the Martial Saint, and it should still belong to the level of the Martial Emperor.

Martial Emperor Level? For the vast majority of cultivators, this level of cultivation is indeed a desperate and terrifying existence. But for him, this level is just an eye-catcher.

At the age of 35, he was proud, very proud, and he thought that this achievement was unparalleled on the mainland, and it was also an amazing achievement. Therefore, with his eyes above the top, he naturally will not take the people under Emperor Wu in his eyes.

However, he does have the ability to be proud. As the most outstanding junior uncle of Zixiao Sect, after he achieved Emperor Wu, he began to visit and challenge some masters of Emperor Wu who had been famous for a long time, and defeated them, so as to strengthen the reputation of the sect, increase the prestige of his sect, and at the same time use these methods to hone himself.

It can be said that Zi Wuji's move was not bad, in just a few months, not only allowed him to consolidate the cultivation he had just improved, but also won him and the sect a resounding reputation and prestige.

Therefore, he was very proud! Not to mention whether he had reached the point of being invincible. However, just by virtue of his courage to admit that one person has to resist the blow of the four great martial emperors, including Wu Dizun and the ghost old man, including the peak of the two martial emperors, it can be seen how frivolous and confident he is.

But, as a frivolous and confident person like him, hesitated and contradicted at the moment.

He was frivolous, he was confident, but at this moment, he had to hesitate and fall into contradictions!

And this is enough to prove that he believes in his sixth sense.

It is true that the sixth sense gave him a strong sense of crisis this time!

Looking at the entire Eastern Regions, the famous predecessors of the Martial Emperor level, including the high-ranking hermits, he didn't dare to say that he knew all of them, but he had also seen most of them.

However, there had never been a single person among these people who had made him feel a sense of crisis so visibly.

This sense of crisis, even when he just faced the blow of the four masters, he did not have it, and he still believed that his hole cards could easily turn defeat into victory.

Because, his sword intent cultivation is not eightfold, but ninfold, ninefold peak, and it is only half a step away from tenfold, and the difference between the sword intent of the first tier is a geometric explosive gap in combat power.

It can be said that even if the four masters charge a blow, as long as the ninefold sword intent comes out, they can be easily suppressed even if they don't use martial arts.

However, he is strong, and this demon shadow gives him a stronger feeling.

As the saying goes, "A mountain is still a mountain high." ”

Even if he was stunning and looked at a generation of Tianjiao, he had to admit that the magic shadow brought pressure to him, making his long-lost sixth sense alert him, so that he was very jealous.

Although, from that roar, Zi Wuji had already sensed that the other party's cultivation at this time should not be much higher than him.

But it was a sense of crisis that couldn't help but rise in his heart, a sense of crisis that would fail, so that he was confident and frivolous.

Hands, this is a voice in his heart, he is eager to fight, this level of master, let his long-dormant blood boil.

didn't do it, but a strong sense of crisis made him hesitate and stop.

The higher the cultivation of the martial arts, the more real this talent for sensing crises becomes, and in his heart, there is a strong intuition that tells him that if he does it today, this wasteland is likely to be the place where his bones are buried.

Although he didn't believe that under the martial saints of this continent, there were still people who could keep him, even though that demon shadow was really terrifying, a demon roar shattered the earth, and the river was rerouted, shaking him ten thousand meters away.

But the one of the strong men of the Martial Emperor level can make a mountain dissipate without his demeanor, and the pitcher will sink within a hundred miles.

Just like they just now, because they were fighting in the mundane world, they took care of it, they couldn't let go of their hands and feet, and they all converged and controlled the power of fighting, but they still shone into a forbidden place for thousands of miles of birds and beasts, thousands of miles of uninhabited, and forbidden land.

However, this sixth sense gives him a sense of crisis that is too strong. This strong sense of crisis is not unfamiliar to him, on the contrary, it is still fresh in his memory.

With such a strong sense of crisis, Zi Wuji looked back at his decades of ups and downs, and the number of times it happened was also one of the few. But every time this feeling appears, something happens that impresses him.

I remember the most, and when I look back at the first time this feeling appeared, it was more than 20 years ago.

At that time, he had just broken through to become a martial artist, and followed his senior brother and nephew to the Death Coast to perform a sect mission.

Although time had passed in retrospect, he still remembered that it was his first close encounter with death.

The floating white floating in the river suddenly turned into terrifying white tentacles, dragging those who approached it to the bottom of the sea. Almost ignoring the other party's cultivation, those terrifying white tentacles didn't know what kind of existence they were, dragging the people within their attack range into the bottom of the sea one by one, even if they were the highest leading senior brother in cultivation at that time, a Martial Emperor-level existence, they were also dragged into the bottom of the sea in an instant, and disappeared into the endless whiteness.

And that time, it was precisely because of his almost demonic sixth sense that he warned him before he got close to those white tentacles, so that he hesitated and slowed down before stepping into the attack range of those white tentacles, and only then did he get away with it.

Since then, he has begun to feel more and more often. Of course, not every feeling is so intense, but every time such a violent feeling is a close encounter with death.

It seems that with the improvement of cultivation, this feeling of his is like a kind of talent, and from the very beginning of close contact with dangerous objects, this feeling of crisis will appear. Nowadays, when a dangerous thought arises, it is often possible to sense the degree of danger.

For example, now, when he looked at Ying Long who was fainting on the ground, as soon as he had the idea of making a move on the demon shadow in his body, a sense of crisis would come over him, and it seemed that in the dark, there was a force warning him not to make a move.

As a result, he was confident and frivolous, and he didn't dare to act rashly, and became a little hesitant to do it or not.

He is not hands-on, frivolous and confident, is this admitting that he is inferior to others?

Hands-on, countless times of vigilance, this sense of crisis has helped him escape too many times of danger and saved his life too many times.........

However, he didn't have to worry about how long he was torn between the two. Zi Wuji looked at Ying Long on the ground, with an uncertain look in his eyes, and just as he was thinking about whether to move or not, an unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded in his ears, which surprised him.

"Let's all leave!"