The other monks of the Three Gates seemed to be frozen in mid-air, and none of them moved, silent. 【Fengyun Reading Network.】

After the black-clothed swordsman appeared, even Tuoba Feng, who was fierce and invincible, was quiet at this time, and there was a trace of jealousy in the depths of his eyes.

The scene that everyone expected did not appear.

On the contrary, under the gaze of countless eyes, this black-clothed swordsman just passed through the feet of the three major gates step by step, unhurriedly.

This distance is not too long for a cultivator.

Whether it's spreading the body or walking with the sword, it's just more than a hundred breaths.

However, this black-clothed swordsman walked for a whole quarter of an hour!

What's even more weird is that no one came forward to stop the whole process, and no one even spoke.

It's as if everyone is choked by the throat!

Murong Wushuang frowned slightly, looking at the eyes of the black-clothed swordsman, with an inexplicable feeling, like pity, like admiration, like worry...... It's complicated and hard to understand.

For the hot gazes of the people around him, the black-clothed swordsman was unaware.

His gaze was a little sluggish, as if he couldn't find the focus, and he walked step by step, still not in a hurry, maintaining his pace and speed, and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Who is this man?"

The many monks who were watching were not fools, and they gradually came back to their senses.

"There is only one of the four major gates, and this person is very likely to be the Tianjiao of the Lonely Clan!"

"When you say this, I think that the Dugu clan really has a terrible sword cultivation in the Jindan Realm, called the Lonely Sword, born for the sword. ”

"I've heard of him too. It is said that this person has a withdrawn temperament, no relatives, no friends, and for decades, he has only been accompanied by a black sheath long sword, and has truly reached the realm of 'nothing but the sword'. ”

Hearing the surrounding discussions, Bai Yuhan whispered: "Dongqing, it seems that the Dugu clan has given up the battle for Zhu Guo, otherwise they would not have sent only one person here." ”

"Not necessarily. ”

Mu Dongqing shook his head and said: "Zhu Guo was born, only one or two people came, in addition to us who gave up fighting for Zhu Guo and planned to fish in troubled waters, there is another possibility. ”

"What?" Bai Yuhan asked.

"This person is so scary that he doesn't even need the help of others anymore!"

In mid-air, the moment he saw the black-clothed swordsman appear, Tuoba Feng had already put away the Jindan vision.

After the black-clothed swordsman completely disappeared, Tuoba Feng breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "I was still thinking, the three major gates gathered together, why didn't I see the people of the Dugu clan, it turned out that this facial paralysis came." ”

The black-clothed swordsman was always expressionless, and the word paralysis was naturally just Tuoba Feng's ridicule.

Not far away, a monk couldn't help but smile and said, "Facial paralysis, hehe, it's really appropriate." ”

"Huh?"

Murong Wushuang's face sank and turned slightly.

I saw that she didn't say a word, her big sleeves waved, and a rainbow light disappeared in a flash, and in an instant it disappeared into the monk's eyebrows.

Poof.

This man's skull exploded, blood splattered, and he fell to the ground!

The group cultivators were in an uproar.

The monk next to him turned pale with fright, and subconsciously retreated outward, looking at the murderous woman standing on the ancient chariot in the sky with palpitations.

Murong Wushuang had a cold face and said slowly: "The people of the four major gates, you can also make fun of them?"

No one replied.

Tuoba Feng, Yuwen Wujia, and Murong Wushuang stood in the air, like stars and moons, shining brightly, as if a god was coming to the world, looking at the eight desolations!

Under such pressure, who dares to speak out?

Murong Wushuang turned his head, glanced sideways at Tuoba Feng, and said coldly: "Tuoba Feng, don't blame me for not reminding you, it's best to take care of your mouth, beware of trouble coming out of your mouth!"

"Hah!"

After the black-clothed swordsman left, Tuoba Feng regained his arrogance and laughed: "If you want to care, Lao Tzu can say whatever he likes!"

"Good!"

Murong Wushuang's eyes were cold and cold, and he said, "You are so bold, go to Dugu now and repeat what you just said!"

Tuoba Feng's face was gloomy and he snorted, but he didn't refute.

Murong Wushuang breathed a long sigh of relief, calmed down, and said lightly: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, there is news that the top ten inheritance disciples in the Northern Regions have all descended the mountain. ”

Hearing this, Tuoba Feng and Yuwen Wujia frowned.

"If you want to pick Zhu Guo, it is not so easy for the Northern Regions Jindan Realm to be the king!

After saying this, Murong Wushuang waved his hand, led dozens of chariots behind him, and galloped towards the ruins of Daqian.

Tuoba Feng and Yuwen Wujia also calmed down, and tacitly chose to give up the fight and leave separately.

In the blink of an eye, the sky above the edge of the ruins was calm again.

"Hey! It seems that even if it is the Tianjiao of the four major gates, it may not be able to pick the Zhu Guo. ”

"That's right, haven't you heard that the top ten inheritance disciples of the Northern Regions have rushed over, when the time comes, there will inevitably be a battle of Tianjiao!"

It seems that this Zhu Guo is not only a treasure of heaven and earth, but also has a deeper meaning. Whoever competes for Zhu Guo will be the number one real person in the Northern Regions!"

"In another twenty years, it will be the time when the Intermediate Ancient Battlefield will begin. This time, the forces of the major sects gathered, and the Tianjiao of the Northern Regions must decide to be superior. ”

Listening to the surrounding discussions, Mu Dongqing and Bai Yuhan glanced at each other with solemn expressions.

The situation in the ruins of Daqian is even more chaotic and terrifying than the two imagined!

"What are the top ten doors?" Bai Yuhan asked.

Mu Dongqing showed a look of reminiscence, and said: "I heard that the Yuanying Zhenjun in the palace inadvertently mentioned it once, it is said that under the Immortal Gate, the Demon Gate, and the Buddha Gate, there are one hundred and eight gates, most of them are gathered in Zhongzhou, and there are relatively few scattered in the four regions of the southeast, northwest, and northwest, and there are ten in the northern region. ”

"What kind of sect can be named 'Shangmen'?"

"I don't know. ”

Mu Dongqing shook his head and said, "It is said that the sect force known as the 'Shangmen' must be combined and powerful!"

Fit in power!

Hearing these four words, Bai Yuhan's heart was shocked.

There are nine realms of cultivation, condensation, foundation building, Jindan, Yuanying, returning to the void, Dharma phase, merger, Mahayana, and the legendary tribulation.

The reason why the Great Zhou Dynasty was able to establish a dynasty for nearly 10,000 years was because the Great Zhou King had a Dharma Xiangdao monarch in charge.

With a combined and powerful person, how terrifying will the strength be?

Under his disciples, how many Dharma Dao Monarchs will there be?

What kind of strength will Tianjiao under his disciples have?

Only when you really leave the Great Zhou can you know that there is a heaven outside the sky, and you can feel the horror of the entire cultivation world.

If you enter the birthplace of Xiuzhen, Zhongzhou, where the Xiuzhen civilization is at its peak, the major super sects, and the place where the most forces gather, what kind of vast scene will it be?

(End of chapter)