"Da Zhou Xing, the sect's attitude towards you has changed several times, with mixed reviews, Yu Zhuji and Li Hanzhu are very targeted at you because of their festivals with their masters over the years."

Zhao Yi sat on the bamboo stool brought by Xiao Huang, looked at Xin Zhuo, lightly opened her lips, and her voice was soft, she was a woman who didn't care too much about everything, but she was very concerned about Xin Zhuo's affairs.

"What does this mean?"

Xin Zhuo knocked on the melon seeds, grabbed another handful and put it in Zhao Yizhu's hand.

Zhao Yizhu didn't seem to like to eat melon seeds, held it tightly, frowned slightly, and said: "The responsibility is too great, sometimes it's not a good thing, although the merit is not small, but if you don't succeed, you have the responsibility to be a mediocre disciple, maybe it is more in line with the way of cultivation."

Xin Zhuo said with a smile: "I know, but sometimes things push people, and I have no choice but to do it, and I can't wait for decades in the Lingtai Realm, and this time I will get a lot of harvest from going down the mountain!"

Lord Zhao Yi looked him up and down, and before he could speak, the woman walked back from a distance and said curiously, "Harvest?"

Xin Zhuo waved his sleeves and looked at the sky, and said: "Entering the Lingtai, the way of seven emotions and six desires, is divided into two types: shun and reverse, those who obey are forced to enter, and those who are against control their own entry ......"

"Who doesn't understand the truth? Let it be, for most of the martial artists to enter the experience, but listen to what you mean, do you want to reverse the cultivation of seven emotions and six desires? ”

The woman scrambled and said: "Reverse cultivation of seven emotions and six desires, entering the Lingtai is the most domineering, this is the path of the ancient and ancient Lingtai warriors, but it is extremely risky, it is easy to be counterattacked, and it takes a long time, I am afraid that it will take thirty or forty years of retreat, are you sure?"

Xin Zhuo didn't bother to talk to her, and Zhao Yizhu didn't want to pay attention to it, so he just asked Xin Zhuo: "How sure are you?"

"I don't know!"

Xin Zhuo said honestly: "During this time, I traveled all over the imperial capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, saw the lives of concubines and eunuchs in the cold palace, saw the lives of slums, small merchants and hawkers, and traveled from the imperial capital to the borders of the three empires...... However, in the end, I found that these seven emotions and six desires were not in my current perception, but in my experiences in those years, those years...... There are ups and downs, joys, sorrows and sorrows in life.

How are those people's trials not my trials?

Just grasp the word, I don't dare to say it now. ”

Lord Zhao Yi suddenly held his hand: "If you go back to the sect to break through, I will give you the Dharma protector!"

The woman blinked on the side and said, "You don't need to be such a mother-in-law, right?" How can it be so troublesome, you try it directly, and if you do it, it will be done, if it doesn't work, it will be a big deal to die, why should my martial artists die? ”

Zhao Yizhu looked at her with cold eyes.

The woman laughed dryly: "Lingtai, that's what happened!"

Immediately, all three stopped talking and looked silently ahead.

At the top of Fulong Mountain, it was extremely lively at the moment, and the dense disciples of various sects came out together, and some strange and sharp formation outlines had already appeared.

It's just that in that big hole, the masters of each sect went and returned, and ordered it to be blocked with a serious expression......

The sky was overcast, and soon a cold snowflake fell overhead.

"It's snowing, and it's supposed to be the last snow of the winter." Zhao Yizhu stretched out his green and white jade-like hand to catch the snowflake, and it melted and dripped down the palm of his hand in the blink of an eye.

"Old sister, it's better for you to be rude, don't be so gentle and affectionate, ordinary men can't stand it."

The woman sighed and looked at Zhao Yizhu deadly, her eyes full of appreciation.

Zhao Yizhu glanced at her, who shrunk his neck and simply kept silent.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and at dusk it was already all over the mountains, a vast white field, and the figures of the eighteen sect disciples of Fulong Mountain in the distance were almost invisible.

In the early morning of the second day, the whole world was covered in heavy makeup, silver and white.

On the top of the Fulong Mountain, dozens of formations are connected one after another, and the breath of the formation is repeated and endless, and the fierce and murderous aura soars into the sky, like a desolate beast lying prone on the earth, which is somewhat similar to the breath of the desolate beast.

It just so happened that a group of bandits in the overlord village below were woken up by freezing, and then they were shocked by this scene again, not that they were too timid, but the realm was too low, and the formations of the eighteen sects were scattered without reservation, and they couldn't stand it.

Even Xin Zhuo and the three of them also felt a trace of pressure.

The woman sighed with emotion: "It is worthy of the Taoist system passed down by Da Luo, the eighteen sects have a deep heritage, and it is by no means easy, this time it is a battle with the two sects of the desolate beast, the demon girl and the heavenly evil, and the victory or defeat is still in two words."

"There is no suspense, the Eighteen Sects will lose!"

Zhao Yizhu's voice was still soft, as if he was forever quiet and without temper, but his tone was rarely very decisive.

Xin Zhuo looked at her in surprise, Zhao Yizhu was not a person who jumped to conclusions at will.

The woman also exclaimed, "What do you mean by this?" As a disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect, why is he so unoptimistic about his own sect? ”

Lord Zhao Yi was silent for a moment, and said: "Because the desolate beast is not only a desolate beast, but also the guardian beast of Dayan, and the demon girl is by no means just Hun Yuanxu, she is the nine-tailed heavenly fox, the personal descendant of the white-clothed saint king Jiang Taibai, and has the bloodline of the Heavenly Immortal Clan, even if the realm is suppressed, it is not the current power of the Eighteen Sects that can be influenced!"

So, weighing the pros and cons, there is no chance of winning in the eighteen cases! ”

After hearing this, the woman's face was very solemn, and she said: "In this way, at the end of the last martial arts flourishing era, Dayan had already expected that this martial arts prosperity would be an eternal change, and it would last for a long time, so he made the game early, just waiting for the first time to kill the eighteen sects, destroy the Daluo Dao system, and enjoy the luck, resources and everything within a radius of tens of thousands of miles in one fell swoop, in order to compete with the saints, kings, and the proud sons of heaven and earth!"

Zhao Yi said: "Isn't this the calculation of the major forces in the world, what do you say?" Ling Gucheng! ”

The woman was stunned, and suddenly screamed: "I have hidden it very deeply, how can you all know that it is me?" Do you know that I'm really a man, I've changed my gender, and I know that? Are you devils? ”

Zhao Yi said, "Can you throw the Seven Stars Drifting Snow next time?" I have also read the introduction of this sword in the classics of the sect! ”

"That's right!"

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, chuckled, and clenched her fists and said: "Hello junior brother and sister, in the second Ling Gucheng of the successor sequence of the Xuantian Sword Sect, the Ling of the three saints of Lingmen, and the lonely city of a lonely city in the desert."

Zhao Yizhu smiled and said, "I thought it was Da Luo's Ling Gucheng!"

The smile on Ling Gucheng's face froze, and he sat down dejectedly: "You and Xin Zhuo are sorry for me if you don't be a real husband and wife in this life."

After speaking, he found that Zhao Yizhu and Xin Zhuo's eyes had already looked ahead, and they simply looked over.

Immediately, the faces of the three of them became extremely solemn.

I saw that ten miles in front of Fulong Village, in the snowflakes in the sky, a large shadow suddenly appeared, and before it was close, the majestic monstrous killing and cruel atmosphere of the sea, and the tyrannical momentum of the ancient years had come to the face.

It was tens of thousands of black-clothed, green-clothed Heavenly Evil Ghost Qing Sect disciples, sitting on the same hideous and strange giant spaceship, wrapped in the sky full of yin and evil black fog, slowly approaching.

Between those ships were desolate beasts the size of the sky, and the terrifying aura was raging and spreading.

On the back of the desolate beast, there were only two people standing at this moment, one was the black-robed Great Elder, and the phantom behind him was disillusioned, like a towering tree, and there was a Nine Ghosts squatting on the treetop.

The other person stood at the front, dressed in red, with unparalleled glamour and glamorous beauty, but the nine-tailed phantom soared into the sky.

This general trend that spread like heaven and earth, like a huge wave of the wild sea, instantly suppressed the momentum of tens of thousands of eighteen sect disciples and dozens of formations on Fulong Mountain.

There is no doubt that this will be the most violent battle after the advent of the martial arts era, without too many entanglements and no bells and whistles!

Ling Gucheng looked at Zhao Yizhu and said, "I seem to understand what you said!"

Zhao Yizhu grabbed Xin Zhuo's wrist, looked straight ahead, and there was an inexplicable trace of indescribable aura on his body.

(End of chapter)