As a powerhouse of the Eighth Realm and the caretaker of the prison, even if he was in retreat in the Luojing Imperial City, when he wanted to participate in a battle thousands of miles away, he also had too many means.

Gu Xu's complexion became more solemn than ever.

In his heart, he only felt that it was a lie to see those things in his previous life.

When the villains in those books chase and kill the protagonist, no matter how deep the hatred is, they will only send a little minions one or two realms higher than the protagonist - not only will the protagonist cross the border to kill them, but they will also send equipment to the protagonist.

However, in reality, the bosses put down their bodies one after another to take action in person, and they didn't seem to think that it was a shameless thing for a group of strong people of saints and above to beat a young man in the fourth realm.

In this short moment, Gu Xu used the "Bright Candle" spell on himself at the fastest speed, making all the fire attribute spells he cast more than three times as powerful; Then he used the "Glowing Flame" to try to dismantle Master Jueming's magic spell and the spatial imprisonment of the Great Qi National Master.

Of course, the "Thrilling Pen" in his hand was not idle.

"Silence" and "A Thousand Trees Bloom on a Night in the East Wind" are released at the same time - the former blends with the snow, and the latter bursts into dazzling fireworks in the snow.

And the hundreds of talismans floating in the air were also under his control, flying straight towards the floating boat.

As his mind moved, these talismans burst into flames, and the flames surrounded the floating boat, as if it had been wrapped in a red, orange, and yellow brocade robe.

Seeing such a scene, the cultivators who were chasing and killing Gu Xu around were all dumbfounded.

They originally thought that the two saints, coupled with the Great Qi Jade Seal, would definitely take down the traitorous thief easily with the momentum of destroying the withering and decaying.

I didn't expect this traitor to be able to fight back.

Not only did he use the terrifying power of a near-saint, but in this extremely short period of time, he cast several complex and powerful spells one after another.

Not to mention the overwhelming flying talismans-

Everyone present couldn't help but sigh, could it be that this traitor spent all his time eating, sleeping, and cultivating on drawing talismans? Otherwise, how could he have hoarded such an astonishing number of sigils on his body?

There are also attempts to calculate the cost of these sigils according to the market price.

Then they came to the conclusion that if Gu Xu wasn't a talisman himself, then even if he had a rich family, he would be squandered in an instant.

"Even if this traitor is finally defeated and killed, this earth-shattering battle alone will go down in history forever." Many people sighed in their hearts.

But in fact, none of these people guessed Gu Xu's true purpose.

The reason why he tried his best to make a move, almost used all his hole cards, and created this spectacular scene of ice and fire, was not to fight back and break the net.

He just wanted to create a chance for himself to escape.

Taking advantage of the fact that the "Glowing Flame" briefly destroyed the spatial confinement, he exerted the power of "Time" and "Qiankun" at the same time, slowing down the passage of time while tearing the space and building a passage.

The power that the Snow Maiden provided to him was like an inexhaustible ocean.

If he had used so many spells that consumed a lot of true yuan at the same time, he would have been drawn into a dried corpse long ago.

In this way, in a moment, the world became quiet.

The whirring of the wind, the stinging of the flames, the angry shouts of the monks, the chirping of the cranes...... All of them are slowed down, dragged on, faded away, and returned to silence.

The flying snow, the blazing flames, and the flying ice cranes are all still in the air, as if they have been frozen into a three-dimensional painting.

Gu Xu looked at the snow girl in front of him.

She also became a frozen ice statue.

The eyebrows seemed to be frowning, and the two of them showed sadness because of the pain, which made Gu Xu think of Xizi who was heart-wrenching.

At this moment, this fierce god-level female ghost seems to be full of trust in him, and while lending him strength, she also shows her most vulnerable side in front of him.

as long as

Gu Xu was willing, he could have quietly left by himself and left her here to slow down the actions of the saints.

A weak Fourth Realm cultivator has quietly controlled the life and death of one of the "Three Fierce Gods of Qingzhou Mansion"!

Gu Xu sighed softly.

The Terrans regard him as a thief, but the goblins are willing to trust his character unconditionally. This kind of thing is really ironic.

Soon, countless spatial cracks appeared around them like spider webs, rapidly expanding and spreading, turning into a secluded spatial passage.

Gu Xu stretched out his hand forward, hugged the motionless Snow Girl, and then jumped towards the space passage in a chic gesture.

He set his destination in Liangzhou, five hundred miles away.

After leaving Liangzhou and going west, you can leave the territory of Daqi and enter the territory of the barbarian people.

The shamans on the Barbarian Sacred Mountain possess the strength of the saint level and master countless mysterious and strange methods.

It is precisely because of their existence that the barbarians can survive and exist in the grassland desert for a long time, without being completely wiped out by the army of the Great Qi Dynasty.

It must not be an easy task for the Great Qi Saints to hunt down and kill Gu Xu under the noses of the barbarian shamans.

However, at the moment when Gu Xu was about to enter the space passage, an accident happened.

What was once a stable passage suddenly turned into a turbulent whirlpool.

It's like a fast-moving meat grinder, trying to grind his whole body into meat foam.

Gu Xu immediately stopped.

"Temporal turbulence." He frowned and said silently in his heart.

According to the texts of the practice, time and space are not always stable. In the cracks of space, there is a terrifying turbulence of time and space—it is as turbulent as a tsunami, and as sharp as a sword, capable of easily wringing powerful monks into pieces.

The spatial passages built by the monks will undoubtedly be disturbed by it.

Of course, the probability of spatial turbulence is generally very low, less than one in a thousand in Gu Xu's impression.

But at today's critical juncture, he was encountered.

Thinking of being knocked off the mask by a drunk man in Longzhou City -

Gu Xu only felt that his recent luck was like being manipulated, which was really bad.

"Could it be...... Is there really someone behind the scenes?" He couldn't help but speculate.

At this point, the effect of "time" is over.

Time continues to flow.

The snow girl beside her, the monks around her, and the saint on the ship...... The ability to move has been restored.

I saw Master Jueming raise his Zen staff, and the national teacher raised his hand to draw talismans out of thin air, and the blazing sea of fire surrounding the floating flying boat disappeared without a trace in an instant.

At this moment, Gu Xu deeply understood why the book said that the promotion of a monk to the seventh realm was a qualitative transformation of life and Taoism.

With the help of many hole cards and combat methods, when facing the Fifth Realm, or even the Sixth Realm monk, he has the strength to fight, and even if he can't beat it, he has a chance to escape.

[In view of the general environment,

But when facing the saint powerhouse, even if the Snow Girl temporarily lent him the power of the saint, he really experienced the feeling of being crushed.

After all, the strength of the strong saint has never been because of the strength of the true yuan.

It's because they have their own unique "Tao".

Then, Master Jueming said something in his mouth and pointed the Zen staff at Gu Xu.

Gu Xu suddenly felt stiff and had an unbearable headache.

It was as if someone had smashed a steel mallet into his brain, stirring wildly, making his mind so confused that it was difficult to even come up with a complete spell.

"Could it be that the monks of this world will also tighten the mantra?" He gritted his teeth and thought wildly.

In the next second, more than a dozen flying swords swished towards his heart.