The saint realm that had already fallen now had no chance of recovery, and if that was the case, it would be fine. The realm of the Great Zhen Dao, which has been maintained so hard, has also been crumbling because of the passage of time, and in the long run, whether it is this world or the heavens, there will be one less saint!" the shopkeeper sighed: "Actually, it's not a big deal, at least in the eyes of others." But what should I do with my friend's life? After all, he died, and he carried everything for the sake of the world. And the real hidden danger is still here, and it has not dissipated. ”

Drinking the wine he brewed himself, the shopkeeper brought a chair and sat down. Out of nowhere, he found a puff fan and fanned it gently, and then brushed a handful of his already pale hair.

Although Zhuge Chen didn't feel the same way, he still heard the melancholy from the shopkeeper's words. He didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only say dryly: "Don't worry, senior, it will get better after all." ”

"Really, but the realization of things has now deviated from your and mine's wishes, and is heading for the worst. The shopkeeper was silent for a moment, and decided to confide in the truth: "If there is still a chance, you can leave quickly." Meeting is fate, and that's the only piece of advice I can give you right now. In fact, the desert oasis where this extralegal place is located was also barren at the beginning, and it was my friend who brought this place to life with his own fundamental qi. In order to be able to use it as a winning thing to prevent evil things from escaping, and this mountain building is the handiwork of when I was still in the realm of saints. For thousands of years, I did not dare to leave this place and return to heaven, and I was afraid that one day I would disappear and be escaped by it. According to my earliest deduction with my friends, it should have been foolproof. But for some reason, the strength of the victory in the past few years has not been as good as before, and I am no longer at the top. Even if you fight for your life, I'm afraid you won't be able to send it back. ”

Stories have always been the most suitable to accompany wine, and hearing this, Zhuge Chen couldn't help but ask: "Senior, what does the 'it' in your mouth refer to? Is it an extremely high level evil cultivator, or is it something indescribable?"

The shopkeeper replied, "It's just a vicious dog that he once brought." But even so, it is not difficult to catch and kill the saint. If it weren't for the fact that it had a lot of concerns, it would not have been possible to be in an ambush. ”

Zhuge Chen narrowed his eyes and didn't dare to continue asking. It is often said that ignorance is the greatest courage, and fear comes from the unknown, and this is true. And just the word "that" can also make him guess some clues, if it is really said from the mouth, it must be very involved!

"It's still the same sentence, let's go if you can. I know that this world also has cultivators with the realm of saints, but compared to the heavens, the saints here are too watery and have lower killing power. Although it is not impossible to get it back into the win, the price will definitely be life-threatening. The shopkeeper put down the sentence and got up and went back to the back of the counter. Then he didn't say anything more than Zhuge Chen, and in desperation, the white clothes sighed softly, and then walked out of the mountain building and walked towards the mansion of the sect master of the Tenghuang Sect.

The battle between the four academies is imminent, and the master of the Ten Thousand Swords Courtyard will also make a move during this period, no matter what, Zhuge Chen will not be able to retreat. It is impossible to decisively abandon everything and leave this place, and as for whether it will get out of trouble, we can only wait quietly. No one can be sure until the results surface.

In the building outside the mountain, the shopkeeper looked at the night outside the window and said loudly: "It turns out that thousands of years have passed, and I am still uneasy after all!"

......

At this moment, in a place in the middle of the city, a young Confucian scholar who can be called rich and handsome rose in the wind and walked through the streets and alleys. This person is a disciple of Fuxiang Academy, and now he is already in the realm of bamboo basket water, although he has not yet salvaged the magic technique, but this time Fuxiang Academy can definitely rank among the top three among the disciples who participated in the battle of the four academies. The reason why it can't be determined is because Confucian scholars have never gone all out. Therefore, his true killing power is only known to the master of Fuxiang Courtyard, and the rest of the people naturally don't know anything.

It stands to reason that a proud son like him has no shortage of friends around him, and he won't mention the truth or falsehood for the time being, but he can still respond to a random sentence. But Confucianism is very withdrawn, and his methods are extremely ruthless, and the slightest displeasure to his fellow disciples and brothers will be severely beaten and scolded. If it happened that he was in a bad mood that day, a slightly heavier shot would have been a life. It's just that the owner of the hospital has always ignored this. In Fu Lane, the rules are so simple, and fists are the last word. If you are not convinced, just call back, and no one will stop you.

Not only that, but Confucianism's heart is also vicious. I often calculate the Dao hearts of others, and the scene I like to see the most is that the senior brother's state of mind is fragmented and he destroys his cultivation path. Many times, he would even laugh out loud and satisfy himself with the pain of others.

Today's trip was not a whim, and a voice had been hovering in his head for the past few days. The figure was ethereal and seductive, repeating a phrase over and over again.

"I have a realm like a gift to you, and receiving it can be higher than the clouds. ”

This sentence alone has a fatal temptation for more than eighty percent of cultivators, and Confucianism is no exception. After weighing the pros and cons, I chose to follow the sound tonight when the wind was dark and high, and find out.

The sound grew louder and louder, until he realized that he was very close, and then he raised his head and saw the brightly lit mountain building in front of him. And a white-clothed man came in front of him, frowning, looking preoccupied. Because he had already learned about the remaining three academies in advance, he easily identified the identity of the other party from the characteristics of the white clothes and the sword at his waist. It is Zhuge Chen, who is known as the pinnacle of sword cultivation in this world, and the Mandate of Heaven can fight against the pseudo-saint. Although there is an exaggerated component, Confucian scholars are still ready to fight, and they dare not underestimate each other at all. But Zhuge Chen just passed by him, so naturally he didn't recognize his identity.

Inadvertently, one of Confucius's hands touched the hilt of his sword, and his gaze fell on the pillar and Sanchen. He was envious, why did the other party have a deep fortune and use a magic weapon that was hard to find? And he was so shabby, he could only hang a rough iron sword?

"He can take his place. ”

Just as Confucius was thinking wildly, the voice came again. This time he couldn't hold back any longer, and said in his heart: "How?"

There was silence all around, and no one gave an answer. But for some reason, he looked at the dry well in the backyard of the mountain building. He stepped forward and looked at the bottom of the well, which was pitch black, as if it were connected to purgatory. He clenched his fists, suppressed the fear in his heart, jumped to the bottom of the well, and then walked forward, and it turned out to be a dazzling and brilliant scene. And in front of him stood a statue that looked like a canine but was unusually heroic, with three heads and different orientations, which was a masterful workmanship. Even the Confucian scholars, who were accustomed to seeing big scenes, were speechless in surprise, and finally came to their senses after a long time.

He took two or three steps forward, not daring to approach directly, for fear of a trap set by others. Because he always calculates others, Confucian scholars have always been cautious, even if the wine in the cup has to be savored, and he does not dare to swallow it directly.

"Who are you?" shouted the Confucian scholar.

"Thou shalt call me, and thou shalt call thee. Although the three vicious dogs did not move, their voices reached the ears of Confucius without hindrance.

Confucian changed his words and said, "Then...... Who are you?"

"I am one of the noble Holy Spirits in heaven and earth, who followed him. Now trapped here, it has been unabated for thousands of years. All I hope for now is that someone will be my vessel and take me to escape. And you are one of the right people. The voice rang out again.

Confucian Sheng threw out the question in his heart: "There are countless cultivators in the city, why did they choose me alone?"

"It's actually more appropriate to meet you just now, but for some reason, my intuition actually warned you not to do this. As he spoke, the three vicious dogs actually snorted: "Looking at this place, I can only say that you are the most suitable." ”