"It's not your turn to care! He is now my disciple, so I will naturally train him carefully. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Seeing that the Huoyun Evil God seemed to be full of anger, Gu Chuanxia just smiled indifferently, rolled up the little monk Wukong, and returned to the Ancient Sword Gate.

Ancient Sword Gate, Phantom Sword Forest.

Countless sword fantasy treasures are erected here, these are the trophies collected by the ancient legend in the past few years.

Faintly, in an invisible place, there is a torrent of the way of the sword, which is constantly washing, as if it can clean everything.

Gu Chuanxia put down the little monk Wukong and pointed at his eyebrows slightly.

Wukong's little monk's sea of knowledge, which was still shaking, quickly stabilized.

After the sea was stabilized, the little monk Wukong woke up.

Gu Chuanxia stared at him and asked many questions. In front of Gu Chuanxia, even if the little monk Wukong wanted to lie, he unconsciously told the truth.

After questioning the little monk Wukong, Gu Chuanxia threw him at the outer gate of the Ancient Sword Gate, treating him as an ordinary disciple without any special care.

Even so, this little monk, who couldn't use any fantasy power, still quickly rose up in the outer gate of the Ancient Sword Gate, and used bloody means to cast a great reputation.

Time flies, three years in a flash.

Three years later, the little monk Wukong has cultivated to the limit of the day after tomorrow, and he is only close to being able to condense his will and break through to the innate level.

A year ago, Gu Chuanxia had accepted him as a registered disciple and taught him a lot of swordsmanship and martial arts moves. In terms of strength alone, he is no longer weaker than many innate people.

What's more, his physique is special, and all the power of fantasy will turn invisible in front of him. In this fantasy world, it can be said that it is the natural enemy of the vast majority of people.

Similarly, in the past three years, Gu Chuanxia has not forgotten to find the whereabouts of Xuzhu.

A few times, he had already found a trace of the breath of the ruin, but by the time he arrived, the ruin bamboo had already left.

However, in the past three years, Gu Chuanxia has not found nothing.

At least Gu Chuanxia knew that Xuzhu was using some extremely special methods to weave a big net.

This great web of cause and effect is a thread that runs through the past, present, and future, encompassing almost the entire world.

At each node, there is a person who may have some influence in the local area, and these people are either good or evil. With its people as the core, the power of cause and effect covers one side.

There is no doubt that these people at the node, more or less, whether on the front or side, have intersected with Xuzhu.

Gu Chuanxia knew that Xuzhu was weaving a big net, but he was already a little powerless. He found out too late.

The net is already too big, and there are too many nodes.

Even if some nodes are removed, the karma carried by the people at that node will also be transferred to the nearby people who intersect with cause and effect, and the net will shrink tighter and more densely.

Unless the Ancient Legend can make up his mind to kill everyone on the node in an instant.

Gu Chuanxia naturally has this ability.

But there is no doubt that the bamboo is dead to the mentality of the ancient legend.

For those who do evil, the ancient legend of chivalry does not hesitate to kill them. But for those who do good, Gu Chuanxia will not do it so easily.

Of course, this is also because, even if this big net of Xuzhu is formed, at most, it will only prevent the ancient legend of the Void and Reality Avenue from going further quickly, pointing straight to the source. It can't pose any threat to the ancient legend itself.

After all, in the fantasy world for eleven years, the whole world has no secrets for Gu Chuanxia.

The only thing that still interests Gu Chuanxia now is the collision between Monk Wukong, who is a fantasy killer, and Li Wuxin, who is the ultimate fantasy.

These two are born from the void and the real, but each holds the ultimate power at one end, and confronts each other, whether it is to merge the origin of the void and reality, or to fight to the death, and finally return to nothingness together, even the ancient legends can't deduce it.

The Huoyun Evil God also knew Gu Chuanxia's thoughts, so in the past three years, he had been collecting Li Wuxin very well. Never let Li Wuxin meet with Monk Wukong, avoid encountering a big battle, and let Gu Chuanxia get his wish.

It's a pity that today, the Fire Cloud Evil God can no longer be suppressed.

Gu Chuanxia passed on Li Wuxin's "Freedom Sutra" back then, which was to guard against the evil gods of Huoyun and make trouble.

Even if the Huoyun Evil God sealed Li Wuxin's Zhihai Lingtai, there seemed to be a slight crack under the continuous shaking of the internal force that Li Wuxin had practiced with the "Freedom Sutra".

The embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed in the anthill, and once the seal was completely shattered, the suppressed power would surge out.

Li Wuxin will not only be promoted to innate immediately, but also fantasize about flowering, fruiting treasures, and possessing extremely strong power.

Despite this, he still can't help the Huoyun Evil God, but it will also make Li Wuxin's value to the Huoyun Evil God zero.

When the two of them parted, Gu Chuanxia said such a sentence, with the intention of warning the Huoyun Evil God that he could not break the situation by killing Li Wuxin.

The Fire Cloud Evil God was overconfident and agreed to the Ancient Legend Hero.

Only then did I regret it, and found that I underestimated Li Wuxin, and also underestimated Gu Chuanxia's "Book of Freedom".

There was almost an infinite level difference between the Fire Cloud Evil God and Li Wuxin. But Li Wuxin can use the "Book of Freedom" to shake his seal. This also made the Fire Cloud Evil God puzzled.

How did he know that Gu Chuanxia's "Book of Freedom", which runs through the whole article, is a sense of freedom.

If the heart does not die, freedom can never be sealed.

Summoning Monk Wukong, Gu Chuanxia looked at Monk Wukong, who had changed greatly from the beginning.

Now he can no longer be called a monk, with long blood-colored hair tied into a high bun and dragged behind his head. The whole person exudes a fierce, belligerent, and bloodthirsty aura.

The Shura Heavenly Evil Gong had gradually affected his mind and changed his personality.

However, after all, it is a top-level magic skill, which will only make the cultivator indifferent, bloodthirsty, and belligerent, but it will not let the spirit fall into confusion and become a fool who only knows how to kill.

At this moment, Wukong looked at Gu Chuanxia, with various thoughts turning in his heart, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Wukong! As a teacher, you will suppress your cultivation and not let you break through the innate nature, do you have any complaints?" Gu Chuanxia looked at Wukong and asked.

When Wukong heard this, he shook his head and said, "The disciple naturally knows that the master is for the good of the disciple! The master's move is to let the disciples lay a solid foundation, so as not to regret it in the future. ”

He only wants to call Gu Chuanxia a master, obviously in his heart, the existence called 'master' is only Xuzhu. However, it seems to be affectionate and righteous.

As for the Shura Heavenly Evil Gong, he originally regarded it as fundamental, and he didn't even think to take the initiative to say it. But he didn't want to be broken by Gu Chuanxia on the day he became a famous disciple of Gu Chuanxia, and pointed out all kinds of defects that he didn't notice when he practiced this skill. But it surprised Goku.

Gu Chuanxia has not seen all the Shura Heavenly Martial Arts, but his insight, perhaps it is an exaggeration to call it the first in all worlds, but there must be a place for him in the top five.

The Asura clan is the source, and the magic skills derived from it are not a thousand but eight hundred that the ancient heroes have seen. According to Wukong's practice, with a little deduction, you can know seven or eight.

(To be continued.) )