That gloomy but extremely sharp gaze seemed to penetrate the ten thousand grievances and this Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array, falling on everyone's body, shaking everyone's heart.

The awe-inspiring killing intent struck, and the martial artists of the realm of the Grandmaster and the Half-Step Grandmaster had a keen perception, and they alarmed again and again in their hearts, and turned around as if someone really wanted to put themselves to death.

Just the killing intent shook countless people, and it was really hard to imagine what kind of pressure the hundred masters of the hundred schools of thought were under when they faced Bai Qi decades ago.

For a while, their eyes fell on the six elders of the farmer's family.

On the one hand, it is lamented that these six people actually have the courage to provoke Bai Qi, who was about to fall into madness, and on the other hand, it is lamented that these six people can actually come back alive after provoking Bai Qi, who was about to fall into madness, in the Great Array of Dize.

Feeling this cold killing intent, the North Immortal and the Eastern Emperor Taiyi looked back at each other not to be outdone,

But even the Northern Immortal Son and the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who had gathered the power of the stars of the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array and their own bodies, also penetrated the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array and the heavy grievances, but they couldn't see anything.

However, this was not because Bai Qi was strong enough to ignore the gaze of the two who were bearing the power of the stars of Zhou Tian's Star Dou Great Array, but that the eyes of the two of them could not see the souls of the dead.

Whether it is the Taoist Heavenly Eye Technique or the Yin and Yang Family's Star Pupil Technique, they can only see evil spirits, but they do not have the ability to see those dead souls who are not resentful souls, so they only have a barren field and a dilapidated hut in their sight.

Immediately, Bei Yingzi set his eyes on Zhang Ji's body.

If you can't kill that resentment, then you have to try the means as an alternative, that is, it's time for Zhang Ji to try.

Although Taoists believe in the existence of dead souls in the world, after all, no one has ever seen a dead soul, and Zhang Ji's elite has a special talent for communicating with dead souls whose cultivation is strong enough to last for a period of time after death.

Although he hasn't witnessed this with his own eyes, the six-fingered black man can't tell this lie to his master Lu Goujian, what is he trying to do?

Moreover, although he didn't pay attention to Zhang Ji, from the moment he saw Zhang Ji, he was trying to deduce Zhang Ji's past and future.

The Yin-Yang family can observe everyone's natal astrology to observe the future, and the Taoists naturally have similar Taoist techniques to deduce the future, but no matter how the Northern Hell Zi deduces, they can't deduce the future of Zhang Ji, and even the past is only shrouded in a fog.

He is like a person who appeared in this world out of thin air, obviously has a clear and traceable life for more than 20 years, but he can't see the past, can't calculate the future, and will not be contaminated by any cause and effect, but he has left many traces in the world.

"Little friend, please give it a try."

Bei Yingzi's voice came into his ears, Zhang Ji and the six-fingered black man glanced at each other and nodded lightly.

It's just that as Bei Yingzi's words fell, the rest of the people didn't understand what the use of Zhang Ji's action was.

Zhang Ji is indeed talented, and the farmers and businessmen, industry and commerce have all played with flowers in his hands, created papermaking and printing, invented paper and books, and through a new business strategy perspective and thinking, the nobles of the world have hemorrhaged, directly dug their roots with cheap and unlimited supply means, and supported the people who could not get books.

In business, but the implementation of righteous deeds, the world called Zhang Ji "Tao Zhu style".

And Zhang Ji, who is proficient in the way of industry and commerce, is still a young man in the first-class realm, and at the same time he has cultivated his external skills to an almost first-class level, and his combat effectiveness is not inferior to that of an ordinary half-step grandmaster.

But before a genius grows up, he is only a genius, not a strong one.

In this case, no matter how talented he is, in front of a group of grandmasters and half-step grandmasters, as well as Taoists and Yin-Yang families who suppress resentment, even they can't solve things, what contribution can a first-class realm martial artist make?

Zhang Ji nodded, took a deep breath, and took the first step.

Zhang Ji's footsteps were very dull, but they echoed throughout the large array.

He walked forward step by step, and under the surprised gaze of everyone, he stepped out of the enveloping range of the Zhou Tian Beidou Great Array, left the safe environment, and stepped into the Du Post Pavilion full of resentment.

The crisp sound of drawing the sword came from the scabbard, cutting through the air and making a slight sword sound, and the sound was clear.

However, Zhang Ji's hand did not fall on the hilt of the sword, and the sword took the initiative to unsheath itself.

The famous sword has a spirit, and this is the Zhanlu sword.

Zhan Lu is also black.

As Ou Yezi's lifelong masterpiece, a famous sword that is indestructible and does not have the slightest murderous aura.

When the sword was formed, Ou Yezi stroked the sword and cried the first of the top ten famous swords in the past, and other famous swords were either cold and awe-inspiring, or murderous, Zhan Lu was completely black, the shape was simple, and the sharp blade flashed like obsidian, but it did not make people feel the slightest murderous aura, as if this was not a murder weapon, but the invincible blade reminded people all the time that this is a peerless sword that sharpens iron like clay.

The English of hardware, the essence of the sun, the god of the out, the power of the service.

That's the Zhan Lu Sword!

The fiery gaze fell on Zhang Ji and Zhan Lu Jian one after another, and there were also greedy people who showed evil eyes.

Under the gaze of everyone, the Zhan Lu sword slowly broke away from Zhang Ji's scabbard and suspended in front of Zhang Ji, emitting bursts of sword sounds.

With the tip of the sword pointing down and the blade facing upward, Zhan Lu made a gesture of surrender in front of the hundred masters.

Zhang Ji also responded to Zhan Lujian's call and reached out to hold the hilt of the sword. The blade of Zhan Lu's sword trembled in Zhang Ji's palm, and the sword groan became louder and louder, as if he was cheering.

And when the blade of Zhan Lu's sword trembled, the resentment in front of Zhang Ji was violently tumbling and boiling, although it did not condense to form a resentful dragon, but everyone could clearly perceive that endless resentment and killing qi were surging, and faintly they could hear a roar from the resentment.

It's just that, in the face of the resentment that came like a raging storm, Zhan Lu's ink-black sword body still did not release any sword qi with any fierce intent, but still released the qi that symbolized peace.

The moment that strong resentment rushed towards Zhang Ji, it dissipated three feet away from Zhang Ji's body.

The resentment was cut off by a pitch-black sword light, and the resentment that was divided into two did not continue to rush towards Zhang Ji, but was absorbed into the pitch-black sword body.

The word "Zhan" has the meaning of clarity, brightness, heaviness, joy, and depth, and everyone only remembers that Zhanlu symbolizes peace, but forgets the other word "Lu", which has the meaning of pure black, and the meaning of the greatest victory.

Zhang Ji held the Zhan Lu sword in his hand, and slowly looked up at the place where the resentment gathered, and a touch of indifference flashed in his eyes. In an instant, the originally violent resentment suddenly stopped restless, as if he was afraid of the Zhan Lu sword, and he didn't dare to continue to wreak havoc.

And Zhang Ji just moved forward silently, and with every step forward, there would be a resentment absorbed by Zhan Lu, making the color of the sword body, which was already as black as ink, thicker and thicker.

Finally, Zhang Ji walked through the barren field and walked to the dilapidated hut.

And in front of him stood the peerless god of war in white robes.

Looking at the tall figure of this white-clothed, white-armored, white-robed body, Zhang Ji bent down and bowed: "Great Qin Keqing, Wei Wei, the leader of the net, the third grandson of Zhang Yi, Zhang Ji, I have seen Wu Anjun!" ”

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