The "Disaster Flow" in the title refers to the classmate Wuzhou, who is completely running away as a sigh of wonder and suddenly sympathizing with the true soul of the sky

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Chapter 275 Upper Ancient Soul Palace, Disaster Flow

"Zhuo Yizong!"

Zuo Wuzhou is almost flat on the ground and flies at low altitude. The breath was fierce, and the ink in his eyes was almost burning: "I owe you a debt to forget, and I can't help it." ”

A thought wandered, and he thought about it a few times: "But Guanjun forgot about the softness and weakness, and did not hear it with his own eyes and ears." How did others know that they were so jealous of her? It turned out that she was a martial artist and had such a great role in the Heavenly Monarch Sect. No wonder others want to kill him quickly. ”

Judging from the words, Zuo Wuzhou had his own thoughts: "The Shentian Sect set up a situation to kill the monarch and forget it, Zhuo Yizong and Chaoge Sect were involved together, could it be that the Shentian Sect was its backer?

After thinking about it, he didn't get an answer for the time being, Zuo Wuzhou was dumbfounded: "Why should I think about these many things that have nothing to do with me, I concentrate on my soul, not someone related to me." Why should I bother? The Nine Heavens Sect secretly competed for fame and profit, or colluded with each other to murder. Just teach me not to provoke me and my friends. It has nothing to do with me. ”

"The major sects are in charge of their own secret fights, intrigue, and I cultivate the soul path by myself. As long as you don't mess with me. I don't care how they live and die. ”

His thoughts trembled, Zuo Wuzhou was stunned, and he trembled: "It's the Changkong Sect, it seems that the situation will collapse because of me." Changkong treats me well, and Brother Nie asks, I should try to protect this matter or deal with it. ”

A thought that had been buried deep in my heart for a long time suddenly burst out: "The danger of the sky is caused by my entry into the sect." If I "defect" or "break" with the sky, I can eliminate the crisis from the root. ”

After looking at this thought for a long time, Zuo Wuzhou paused: "This matter, let's think about it later." Pressing matter. It's Zhuo Yizong. ”

"Zhuo Yizong, if you want to take the treasure, I'll teach you to wait for your life to be killed. With a word, Zuo Wuzhou was cold, and the more murderous he was: "Zhuo Yizong will kill me with the power of a sect, this Zhuo Yizong." It is categorically unable to remain, and must be removed. ”

The killing machine is like a wave, and it is especially cold and biting in an instant.

Zuo Wuzhou's eyes are like ink, almost condensed, and he was violent. Suddenly turned into a black brilliance, in this snow-filled sky, breaking through the low altitude. It was like a black storm swept away.

It's not so bad, the air can swallow the sky, it is the chaotic clouds and low twilight, and the rapid snow dances back to the wind.

The whip is like a dragon, and it goes straight to the front level of one person. Entangle one of these low-level soul cultivators. But at the sound of a pop, this level of life was strangled, and it flew up, and the weak headless corpse shook several times. Crashed to the ground.

Thousands of soul cultivators were silent and laughed when they saw this, scolded a few useless things, and shouted: "Dig quickly, otherwise you will be useless, and Suo Xing will kill you." ”

"If you can't finish the task, then you don't have to eat different things. Whether you starve to death, there are so many soul cultivators in this world, and there is no shortage of a few of you. This group of martial artists looked at it coldly, like looking at pigs and sheep.

Soul cultivators who have been here for a long time know that this is true. Zhuo Yizong never cared about these soul cultivators, he starved to death in cold and starved to death, and Zhuo Yizong took care of himself and captured another batch again.

There are many low-level soul cultivators in the world, and Zhuo Yizong simply treats them like livestock. No, it is more cruel than the treatment of livestock.

"Dig. A soul cultivator with a high cultivation level had a hatred in his eyes, and he whispered, "Help each other." ”

Dao Qi was silent, digging again and again beside this person, as if nothing could move him, he was always so indifferent.

Eighteen years have passed since that year. Daoqi was in the prime of life, and now it is difficult to say that it is the wind and rain, or the rivers and lakes destroying people's old age, Daoqi has rare white marks on his temples. Years. The traces of time were carved on the face of Daoqi.

Zuo Wuzhou and Chen Zongzhi have always wanted to find this friend of life and death, but they never imagined that Dao Qi had come to the True Soul Heaven.

After digging for a long time, there was finally a quarter of an hour to rest.

It's been half a year since Daoqi was captured here. It has made the sturdy Daoqi thin, and there are high protrusions of thin bones everywhere. With his only seven-grade cultivation, it is a fluke that he has survived so far.

"I'm going to run. The dark-faced soul monk hid in the distance, grinding his teeth and squeezing out a sentence from his teeth: "Who's together." ”

Dao Qi's indifferent eyes suddenly showed eagerness: "Count me in." ”

Dao Qi can't die, he must not die until he does what he wants to do, the person he wants to find. It's a pity that he wandered too far in the Law Soul Heaven back then. came too early, and didn't know that Zuo Wuzhou had become Emperor Wu.

Those who were with Dao Qi were all soul cultivators who had not died for at least three months. Zhuo Yizong captured 2,000 soul cultivators every month, and the number of soul cultivators here has not increased.

Because few soul cultivators can survive three months. Many died in less than ten days and a half months. Only one out of a hundred people can live more than three months. It is often a cultivation above the martial honor.

Like the seven knives, the seven grades are cultivated. can still live for half a year, is the only one. Because Dao Qi has an unfulfilled wish, he must not die, and there is a breath that has made him survive until now.

"Escape, you must escape, otherwise it will be difficult for me to live again. This young martial artist became the leader as a matter of course, and gritted his teeth: "Zhuo Yizong treats us as pigs and dogs, and I will definitely avenge this revenge." ”

"How to escape. They are all martial arts, and there are also martial arts guards. "There are doubts.

The young martial artist sneered: "I have my own way, we only lack one chance, one chance to escape." ”

Dao Qi said coldly: "I must escape." ”

Terrible resoluteness.

The cold snap comes to the concubine, and the winter snow flies.

The Yaksha is like a poem. The letter recited: "The sky is cold and green, the ice is dry and there are no cracks, and the short day is cold" to block a touch of white color, and finally slowly follow the principle of heaven and earth. Night is falling in the distance. A good poem just describes this situation and this scene just right.

There are not a few people who are good writers in the soul cultivation world. However, how could Yue Wuzong and others be in the mood to enjoy the scenery and chant poetry. I have been waiting here for a long time, but I haven't seen Zuo Wuzhou appear for a long time. In this way, how to teach Yue Lei not to worry.

Thousands of miles away, it is the newly unearthed Ancient Soul Palace.

There, it is the meeting of the wind and clouds, and the strong are like clouds.

After the chaos of Dabi that day, Yue Lei didn't know. Zuo Wuzhou is a person who is resentful and fearful. If Zuo Wuzhou is afraid to go to the Ancient Soul Palace, it will be a dead end.

The strong are like clouds, and it is not a lie.

But according to Yue Lei's knowledge, there are countless major sects and scattered cultivators, and at the Ancient Soul Palace, there are at least a hundred martial sects and a thousand martial emperors mixed in. Talking about the rest, it is that the Changkong Sect also sent Wu Zong and Wu Yu to be there

Middle.

The Ancient Soul Hall is really a muddy water that cannot be waded into.

The more thunderous he became, the more apprehensive he became, and he shouted: "Yaksha." When exactly will Zuo Wuzhou come here? ”

Yaksha smiled all over his face: "Yue Wu Sect." I don't know. You should also know that when I do things for Zuo Wuzhou, how can he tell me what he thinks in his heart. ”

Yue Lei was angry and anxious, and slapped his palm on the snowdrift: "How can this be reasonable, this Zuo Wuzhou is too unscrupulous and too wanton." ”

"He didn't know that just here, there were countless soul cultivators eyeing him. He took the lead and was bold and wild, but he didn't know that my Changkong Sect was afraid of him. "The more I thought about it, the more annoyed I became.

The Ancient Soul Hall is the place of death, but there are also many soul cultivators secretly gathered here, and Zuo Wuzhou dares to come. It must also be a disaster.

Seeing that Yue Lei, Nie Wen and the others were so worried, Yaksha finally said a big truth: "Yue Wu Zong." Brother Nie, don't worry. He naturally handled his affairs properly, and never implicated the people around him, so as to prevent disasters. ”

Yue Lei was furious: "He is just a martial artist, how to solve it." ”

Yaksha's eyes were full of violent light, and he said coldly: "But if there is an adversary, just kill it!"

"For the sake of the soul, he lives in a city and a country, and he kills people, so what's the pity. ”

Yaksha smiled and groaned, but it implied infinite violence. Yue Lei, Nie Wen and Hua Jia Period, etc. Suddenly, I felt cold all over my body, and I had the same thought.

"Perhaps, Zuo Wuzhou came to the True Soul Heaven, and if it was a disaster, it would flow eastward. ”

If you don't kill in the harsh winter, how can you see spring.

The Ancient Soul Hall is really not far from Zhuo Yizong. Of course. The reference here is not far away, in terms of martial arts.

But thinking of Zhuo Yizong, Zuo Wuzhou was murderous again, and thought coldly: "When I finish dealing with the matter at hand, I will remove Zhuo Yizong." Make enemies of me. If you want to kill me, you will have to pay a fatal price. ”

Thinking about it, the hatred between Zuo Wuzhou and Zhuo Yizong has a long history. At the time of the Dharma Soul Heaven, he had already formed a deep hatred. This time. In True Soul Heaven, this hatred accumulated in the past. After all, it has to be rejuvenated.

In ancient times, there were ninety-nine soul halls, and many have been unearthed in the past million years. The "Fire Dragon Scroll" is the treasure that the Floating Cloud Sect obtained in the Ancient Soul Hall many years ago.

The location of the Ancient Soul Hall is often strange and unexpected. Either buried deep in the earth. Either it is in the water, which is always extremely secretive, and there is no trace of it.

If he was about to arrive at the Ancient Soul Palace, Zuo Wuzhou's thoughts waved: "There seem to be many people, I should temporarily change my appearance so as not to leak the news." ”

Secretly urging the "Transfiguration" is already a different look.

Like a black hurricane between heaven and earth. Sweeping through the heavens and the earth, the furious and furious.

The breath was excited, and Zuo Wuzhou fell from the sky with a boundless violent breath.

Around the Ancient Soul Palace, there were many soul cultivators, perceiving such a murderous aura. Suddenly it was a big fear of color change.

The reason why these many soul cultivators are on the side of the Ancient Soul Hall. But he didn't dare to go in. It's really because the strong people who enter it are at least all above the martial arts. There are also many martial arts. How dare Emperor Wu enter to seek death.

I don't dare to enter, I don't dare to leave. This statement is exactly the mentality of these many soul cultivators who are surrounding the entrance of the Ancient Soul Palace.

Zuo Wuzhou looked at it and said coldly: "This is the Ancient Soul Palace?"

"Lord Wuyu, this is the Ancient Soul Palace. The population is here. This Martial Emperor retreated like a tide and retreated out of a circle, trembling.

Where Emperor Wu was pointing. It is a huge disc-shaped deep pit, about dozens of feet deep. Looking at its appearance, it should be a big hole artificially created in recent years.

Left no boat jaw, slightly thankful. Take a closer look. I noticed that there were dozens of martial arts whose faces changed, and they didn't dare to enter. Zuo Wuzhou doesn't care about anything else. Jump into the pit.

Stand firm in the pit, pitch black. But it couldn't block Zuo Wuzhou's vision. At a glance, I immediately saw a dark cave mound, and the breath was coming out of it.

"That's it," Zuo Wuzhou precipitated his thoughts. Dispel distractions and jump into it.

Storm Walk.

As soon as he entered the Soul Palace, Zuo Wuzhou's heart suddenly moved: "No, here, how can it be so narrow? Could it be that the Ancient Soul Hall is very different from the current Soul Palace?"

Leap along the fungus road, blink an eye, and you have entered a junction. At this intersection, there are several hundreds of roads, all of which are of ordinary appearance, and it is almost difficult for people to identify. Zuo Wuzhou was surprised, and was about to choose one of them, but suddenly he felt it!

But when I saw three martial artists with panicked expressions, they actually jumped out of a mixed intersection, sweating profusely. One of the martial artists blurted out a hitch: "I'm lost again!"

With a bang, this Wu Yudun blasted a gap in the wall of one of the corridors. Then, the three martial artists jumped into another Pu road.

Zuo Wuzhou looked at it at a glance. Suddenly, the gap in the coins grew out like living creatures, as if the stone and sand that had been scattered by the stupid domain at the end of the day also melted on the surface like water, leaving no trace.

Seeing such a strange scene, Zuo Wuzhou's shore was furious and blurted out: "It's not good! ”

For a while, cold sweat was pouring down, when had I seen such a strange scene. How to teach people not to feel cold, how to teach people not to feel hairy in their hearts.

Looking back, even the way out has disappeared and turned into a strange intersection. Zuo Wuzhou's eyes were straight, especially sweating profusely, and after summarizing what he had seen and heard, he thought: "When it is a labyrinth, I don't know how it was formed, why it is so weird." ”

It is really a strange and unpredictable place, there is a fantasy spirit, there is a fantasy device, and there is a fantasy charm. But it is difficult to guess what will be able to recover on its own.

Keep my mind, my heart is the same. Faintly and faintly, Zuo Wuzhou is as smooth as an ancient well, and the breeze does not move.

Observe for a moment. There was no flaw. Zuo Wuzhou's heart moved, and he slowly released his divine thoughts to scan it, but it seemed to sink into cotton. Chaotic and chaotic, without the slightest effort.

"Is the divine thought useless? I'm afraid that it may not be, so let's try it. ”

Slowly exhaling a few breaths, Zuo Wuzhou held back his mind. Shen thought to him: "Wear it for me!"

In an instant, the power of the divine thought was condensed, condensed into a needle-shaped, and the formless and substantial divine thought suddenly burst through countless cotton-like barriers in a continuous wave.

Zuo Wuzhou's life and soul power was obtained by combining Gu Junlin and Zhong Ziyu, which was a combination of chaos and natural. The soul of the two powerhouses is so huge, and it is Yin Yang who is one chaotic. It is much stronger than the combined strength of the two major powerhouses.

In particular, this life soul power has been gradually excavated automatically or artificially by cultivating the essence of cultivation. When he was still a martial artist, Zuo Wuzhou was limited by cultivation, and the limit of his divine thoughts could reach as many as a hundred miles of a martial saint.

So far, it has become a martial artist, although it has not been thoroughly tried, but it can easily reach hundreds of miles, and it is definitely not a problem.

In a word, Zuo Wuzhou is currently a martial artist. The life soul is really much more majestic than the martial saint. It's just that it's hindered by cultivation, so the strength of the soul is not as good as that of the Martial Saint.

Therefore, once Zuo Wuzhou's life soul power condensed into a needle, it would suddenly eliminate this cotton-like powerless situation and pierce it.

One trick gets in the way. There was not a trace of joy in his heart, Zuo Wuzhou moved his mind, and his divine thoughts swept across the Soul Hall like a blade. It is almost to teach people to see the incomparably sharp blade and break so many of them

Fog.

In this way, it is like seeing the sun through the clouds. Swept away, and suddenly swept away the fog that had obscured many divine thoughts.

God thought of it, and most of the illusion was broken. The panorama of the soul hall on the first floor was finally imprinted in my heart, and a little spark exploded in my eyes: "You forget that you are not on the first floor." Found the entrance to the second floor!"

As soon as his thoughts moved, his body was like a fire storm, and suddenly it exploded, and it spontaneously ignited a fiery red light and shadow.

The Ancient Soul Hall is all three-layered, vaguely alluding to the meaning of the three souls of spirit, law, and truth.

Somewhere on the third floor, on a jade table, a young man with a demonic expression was lying down. Suddenly, his heart moved, revealing a look of surprise: "Huh." Who broke my illusion?"

The red young man's red face was greatly surprised: "Even the Martial Saint may not be able to break it, who has the ability to break my illusion?" unless the power of the soul is stronger than mine." In this world, there is no such person, there is. It is also "Yuan Soul Heaven, a sage of the level." ”

"Weird, weird. The red young man couldn't figure it out, and a look of curiosity in his eyes mixed with a fierce light: "Those martial saints are all self-bound, trapped in the third layer." Who has the skills to break my illusion?"

"I'd like to take a look. Who has such guts. The red young man was fierce and fierce, and his fighting spirit was great: "If there is really one, I will have to fight again." ”

"Fight hard!" A middle-aged black man with a rough face flashed and moved: "When are you going to stop? If you don't accept it, someone will have to live." ”

The red young man's face became more and more red, mixed with the fierce light: "There is no need to wait. There are already people a**. ”

"This is it.

Zuo Wuzhou jumped down the stairs, his feet touching solid. Ton: "The Ancient Soul Hall is used to have three floors. This is the second layer. ”

Looking back, sure enough, the stairs were gone. The exit also disappeared, turning into an endless labyrinth.

Don't be in a hurry to break it for the time being, Zuo Wuzhou's divine thoughts unfolded before, and the first layer was all martial arts, and there was no martial arts. Come to think of it, the likes of Wu Zong should all be the second or third layer. In this way, Zuo Wuzhou should be cautious.

While following the fungus path, he flew by without paying attention. Suddenly, Zuo Wuzhou looked at it, and suddenly his hairs rolled and exploded repeatedly: "It's not good, it's dangerous!"

The "Fire Thunder Wing" exploded instantly, and the fire lingered. Like a fire dragon panning the sky. A sky-shattering aura struck. Half of them pierced the keel armor and slammed into the body. Zuo Wuzhou snorted and broke the wall, looked back, and suddenly sweated and exploded!

A dirty, blood-stained martial artist. His eyes were like beasts, and he had an ownerless arm in his hand, which had been gnawed bloody by this person. And this is clearly a human arm and knee

This martial sect has a green and faint light in his eyes, and he looks at it. Swallowing in his throat: "Rou!"

It is clear that Zuo Wuzhou is regarded as a piece of Rou, so it's not Yin Sen, it's not terrible.

This martial arts sect was sensational in an instant, and it was like a wild thunderbolt, and the momentum was extremely frenzied.

This scene can be described as a tragedy in the world, Rao is Zuo Wuzhou's mind is like steel, and he is still trembling:

"It's a **!"

But seeing this martial arts sect rushing madly, Zuo Wuzhou held back his mind again, and he was rolling in a cold sweat!

Murderous and furious: "I will send you back to heaven!"