For the arrogant Bai Shuang, if he couldn't kill Zhuge Chen with his own hands, then today's encounter would be a great shame for him. Not only will it become a difficult hurdle to cross in the state of mind, but it is very likely that it will evolve into a demon.

Then his future will be ruined. If he can't ascend, it will be fatal to him, and it is better to die. So he won't allow it, and the white clothes will completely suppress him.

In the Heavenly Worship Sect, there is a forbidden technique that everyone can practice. It's just that those who don't have outstanding talent can't learn it.

The forbidden technique is called "Dead Silence", and it was obtained by the sect master who is now in the pseudo-holy realm, and he had an epiphany when he broke through the realm of great perfection. can make one's own qi go berserk in an instant, and within three zhang, there is no life. But in this way, even yourself will be affected. Moreover, the qi on the path of cultivation will also be uncontrolled because of this, and it is very likely that the meridians will be shattered at the same time as the realm falls.

But for Baishuang, what worries him the most is not this, but that after the silence, he still can't help but be white.

Zhuge Chen was in the turbulence of the increasingly turbulent qi machine, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and then pressed down the hand that he couldn't help but raise. This trick is barely like that, but that's all.

Those rushing qi and Haoran sword qi offset each other, but they were only a few wisps, a drop in the bucket. However, if a cultivator above the realm of the Ultimate Dao gave up his life, even Zhuge Chen would feel very tricky.

His eyes fell on this city, and he thought to himself that he still had to enter the secret realm as soon as possible, and break through the real bamboo basket to draw water. By that time, maybe Xiyou won't be afraid of so much.

Zhuge Chen withdrew his sword qi and stepped out, he moved his shoulders, came retrograde in the qi, stood beside Bai Shuang, gently patted the other party's shoulder, his face was full of anger, and said: "Seeing you like this, you can't make a move on me." Our ten-trick agreement is hereby null and void. I can't stand here waiting for you, it doesn't matter if it takes some time, it's mainly because I'm tired. Okay, I'll take a sword, you can take it, and I'll leave?"

Ignoring Bai Shuang's words, Zhuge Chen grabbed the gap flying sword that swept past him, which was a Kunlun sword.

Bai Shuang raised his head to look at the two majestic peaks slowly emerging above his head, his eyes widened, and he said, "You...... You turned out to be a cultivator of the Highest Realm. How is it possible, the two of us are the same age, why are you so much higher than me, and you are still a sword cultivator?!"

"Don't understand?" After a sword, Zhuge Chen looked at Bai Shuang, who did not die because he finally stopped, but was no different from a wasted person, and said: "It's right if you don't understand, how can there be so much truth in this world?" Go, follow me to the city wall and wait, see if your master will come to save you." ”

While speaking, Zhuge Chen brought a rope and tied the white frost flowers. Put it on your shoulders and walk up to the sky.

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After dusk, it is the night when the lights of thousands of homes are lit up. It's just that compared to the bright lights of the Yunmeng Imperial Capital, except for the splendid City Lord's Mansion and the places where the business of three taels is very large, most of them only light candles. Therefore, sitting at the head of the city and looking down, it looks like a ghost town.

"It's not lively, it's not interesting. Zhuge Chen drank wine, stabbed the white frost beside him with the hilt of his sword, hung his head outside the city wall, blew the unique cold wind on the desert, and said: "Do you think your master will come to save you? Or will he not appear until I kill you." According to my guess, all of you people in the Heavenly Worship Sect should be like this, you can't afford to be early, and each one is carefully calculated. ”

"You don't dare to kill me. Bai Shuang said calmly: "Kill those disciples of the Heaven Worship Sect, naturally it's fine." After all, you are such a young cultivator of the True Dao Realm, as long as you lower your posture and make peace with the sect, and are willing to be an elder, even if you are just a false guest, there will be nothing. But if you kill one of my personal disciples, it will be tantamount to challenging the bottom line of our Heavenly Worship Sect. When the sect master comes out in person, even if you are a sword cultivator, it will not be enough to see. ”

"It's a big deal that I replace you and become a disciple of the Heaven Worship Sect, isn't it also a solution? I believe that your impersonal sect should very much want to see me become a member of the Heaven Worship Sect. Zhuge Chen said with a smile: "If you don't have a drink, you have to dig out your heart to make up lies to deceive me, it's pitiful." ”

Zhuge Chen stood up and opened his arms, as if he wanted to take the entire city into his arms. Above his head, a cyan sword qi poured in, submerging into his cultivation path. He could feel that he had absorbed the qi that had overflowed from the Huatian Secret Realm for so many days, and there was only a line away from the Slope Realm. Just wait for him to enter the secret realm, and everything will fall into place.

"Forget it, I won't lie to you. Zhuge Chen leaned down and said, "No matter what, I can't reconcile with the Heavenly Worship Sect." I killed the son of your sect master, as long as he is not a cultivator who is an heir and a cultivator who has nothing, he should be at odds with me. Next, you and I can wait on the city wall for the Lord of the True Dao to come. ”

As soon as Zhuge Chen's words fell, he heard the sound of wind whistling beside him. When he turned around, he saw an old man with the same white hair and scrawny standing behind him. And he is ready to go, and as soon as he makes a move, he will have two deadly sword qi.

Zhuge Chen stretched out his hand to block it, took two steps back, and said, "Presumably, you are the cultivator of the Heaven Worship Sect Zhendao realm who sits in this city. I have to say, I've been waiting for you for a long time. No, your qi is a little disordered. Could it be that this is your incarnation outside your body, your true body, still remaining in the Huatian Secret Realm?"

Although it is not as good as a wonderful technique, the so-called out-of-body incarnation is also a good means to save one's life. It is similar to one gas and three clears, but it is not so comprehensive, making it difficult to distinguish the true from the false. However, if you can cultivate the external incarnation to the extreme, it will also have many wonderful uses. For some "old kings" who have cultivated their brains, if they can avoid danger, they are willing to let them fall half a realm.

The high spirits in my heart when I was young are not just as simple as drifting away in the wind. Even when I talk about it occasionally, I will be disgusted. Even if it's something I've done, I think it's best to put it on someone else. In this way, it can also become their after-dinner joke.

For this kind of cultivator, Zhuge Chen felt in his heart that he should die. If it weren't for the ruthlessness and justice of the Heavenly Dao, it would have been a situation of countless heavenly calamities everywhere in the world.

"The kid knows a lot, and he even knows such a rare thing as an incarnation outside the body. Could it be that you are the top disciple of the three dynasties and four academies? Otherwise, with Ye Xiu's knowledge, he doesn't know so much. The white-haired old man snorted coldly and said tentatively.

"Not really. Zhuge Chen said softly, a little tired: "But do you really think that a mere external incarnation can stop me? Or do you originally want to pull me into the secret realm to fight with you? If that's the case, then please open the secret realm, and I'll go in." ”

"Oh, aren't you afraid that I have any means to keep you?" asked the white-haired old man.

"There's no need, isn't it?" said Zhuge Chen, and then stepped into the door that appeared in front of him.

Inside the door was a desolate land, with towers on top of it, which looked a little abrupt. Zhuge Chen felt the qi in it and found that among each tower, there was a cultivator who had entered the Five Realms of Immortals, who should be a disciple of the Heavenly Worship Sect.

Looking further into the distance, there are countless ruins. It contained a violent qi machine that made Zhuge Chen a little frightened, and it was a cultivator who died on this ancient battlefield. Even though they have died and lost their minds, the qi that can be left behind is still fighting together because of past grievances. Even today, this has not changed in the slightest.

Sure enough, old feuds cannot be easily resolved, only life and death can be settled.

On the edge of the ruins, the white-haired old man walked out. He had been cultivating there all along, because with his realm of perfection, if he went deep into it, he would undoubtedly be looking for death. Among the vast ruins, the blessing can naturally be said to be deep. But the premise is to ensure that your life is worry-free, otherwise you will be greedy for the small.

Only those who are chosen by fortune can pass safely. Either their own killing power is already on an equal footing with the saints, or otherwise, without exception, they will all die.

This saint can be either a true saint realm or a false saint.

To be able to enter the Ultimate Path and practice so far, it can be said that no one is stupid. Everyone has their own bottom line for seeking good fortune and avoiding evil, so that they will not be like the people in the market, with thousands of risks of violent death. They have mastered the laws in the way of heaven, in the thousands of times they have followed the rules. Although it is not enough to predict life and death, it is also guarded against the coming of great disaster.

At this moment, the old man in white was a little difficult to be calm. He squinted his eyes and looked at the white clothes not far away, and said to himself: "How can this kid be my catastrophe, it's just unfounded!"

Zhuge Chen spread out his hands and made a fist. He didn't want to talk nonsense with the old man in white at all, punching and swords, this was his idea.

But when he stepped into the Huatian Secret Realm, he felt the precursor of breaking the realm. Because of this, his punching intent stagnated a little. At first glance, he looked like a layman. It was precisely because of this that he had to temporarily suppress his qi on the path of cultivation, while the beautiful woman could only choose to stand by and watch. She was afraid that because of the improper handling, Zhuge Chen could only stay in this realm for the rest of his life.

The bamboo basket is one step at a time, one step at a time, one into one death, but it's not just talk. Otherwise, how can there be an empty statement?

How many cultivators who have the opportunity to touch the threshold of the saint realm will die because of one carelessness.

There is a burial ground in the heavens, and it is the "corpses" of these people that are buried. A wisp of remnant souls from them gathered here, grieving and complaining. To paraphrase the words of Buddhism, it means that there is no transcendence in eternity.

It is precisely because he knows how powerful it is that Zhuge Chen will be extra careful. When punching, it is even a little restrained.

"What are you afraid of?" asked the white-haired old man, puzzled. However, he didn't expect to get an answer, he just pulled out his sword called Fanxing, and pointed at the white clothes: "In short, you will regret stepping into this secret realm." ”