Four Hundred and Forty-Five, the Founder of Wangyou Pavilion

"We missed Xuan Kongzi's sneak attack...and he sealed it here...I hate it..." Heiwu's voice contained pain and hatred.

"Who is Xuan Kongzi?"

"Xuan Kongzi...a high-ranking Jindan...he is...an unknown person!...the unknown person of Tianyuanzong! Hahahaha!..."

Black Mist laughed loudly, like crazy.

Zhou Xing looked around vigilantly, it seemed that there was only such a strange black mist here.

"who are you?"

"Boy, listen up! I am... the Great Elder of the Heavenly Dao Sect... Situ Kong!...Boy! Why aren't you afraid when you hear my name? Why don't you kneel down and beg for mercy?" Black Mist roared hysterically.

Zhou Xing sneered in his heart, and said: "You are the defeat of my Tianyuan Wuming, why should I be afraid?"

"Believe it or not, I'll kill you!" Hei Wu's face was full of ferocity.

"Believe it or not, I'll kill you right now!" Zhou Xing confronted him tit for tat, without giving in at all, thinking, if this old man is really capable, will he still be trapped here and unable to get out?

"To the old man to die!"

In an instant, the human-shaped black mist returned to the state of a chaotic mist, and then rapidly expanded and expanded, covering the surroundings in the blink of an eye. The light was blocked by it, and the surroundings became dim, as if it was night.

Zhou Xing sneered, and silently recited the mantra of the third level of the Zhengqi Jue, and quickly made the Jue with both hands, but before he could complete the seal, countless purple lightning lights suddenly appeared. He was taken aback and wanted to dodge, but found that the target of the lightning was not him. It was a large area of ​​black mist. After being touched by the electric light, those black mist instantly turned into white smoke and disappeared. There was more and more light around, and it returned to daytime in a blink of an eye.

"Boom! Boom!..." ·

"Ah!...Don't!...Ah!..."

The black mist that was attacked by the electric light kept screaming in pain. It quickly shrank, and quickly retracted to its original shape. The previous fierce momentum was gone, only weakness and fear remained.

Zhou Xing suddenly realized that there was a special restriction against the black mist here. No matter how strong the old man was, he would be vulnerable after turning into the black mist.

"who I am?"

The black mist was beaten back to its original shape.

"You're an old bastard." Zhou Xing cursed and turned away, not talking nonsense to it.

"Oh... I'm... old bastard... thank you..." Hei Wu murmured and went back into the cave again.

Zhou Xing left while cursing bad luck. He had already discovered the arrangement of so many forked roads under Broken Soul Cliff. This place was completely divided according to the strength of the black mist. The black mist was the weakest when he first entered. The fog gets stronger. The insane old man he met just now should have been at the Golden Core Realm before he was alive, otherwise he would not have dared to organize people to attack Xuan Kongzi at the Golden Core Realm. Infant Realm Black Mist is even more powerful.

These black mist have been imprisoned by the ancestors of Tianyuanzong for hundreds of years, and they contain countless pasts and secrets. He is very interested in these pasts, because history has always been a treasure, and it contains countless valuable information. To get some real benefits, he doesn't believe that the suzerain asked him to come here just to think about it, and has no other intentions.

He now knows that no matter how strong the black mist is, it will be subject to restrictions. Since his safety is absolutely guaranteed, he must talk to stronger people, because many truths in the world are only known by the strong, and often the weak know It's an elaborate lie.

This place is like a labyrinth. Zhou Xing has gone many wrong ways. Invisibly, his awareness of different levels of black mist has also increased a lot. He found that only the black mist at the Golden Core level can retain a certain degree of consciousness. A state of complete unconscious chaos.

He circled around, and the route became more and more familiar. After about an hour, he accidentally found a closed and covered road, and moved the stone and wood blocking the road without saying a word.

Here, he saw a cloud of black mist that was obviously more powerful than Situ Kong.

"Who are you?" As soon as Heiwu saw Zhou Xing, he immediately transformed into a human form. The limbs and facial features of the human form it transformed into were more realistic, and he looked like a middle-aged man in his forties.

Zhou Xing had listened to this kind of questioning more than a dozen times, but he immediately noticed that the questioning was different this time. The other party's words were crisp and clear, without confusion or violence, completely like a normal person.

"I am Zhou Xing, the disciple of Tianyuanzong. May I ask who is the senior?" He has said the same thing many times, but now, not only is he not impatient, but his tone is more respectful.

"I'm Qu Wangyou, the founder of Wangyou Pavilion's founder school. It's been many years, and this is the first time I've seen someone come." Qu Wangyou sighed with emotion.

"Why was senior detained here?"

The middle-aged man smiled: "I have almost forgotten the past, but there is nothing to say about winners and losers."

"Dare to ask what cultivation was senior before his death?"

"The Nascent Soul is only an intermediate level. Compared with your Tianyuanzong, it is just an ant, not worth mentioning, and now there is only a wisp of remnant soul." Qu Wangyou waved his hand, looking very indifferent, "It's you, how did you get here? Here? This is the first time I have seen a Tianyuan disciple come here."

Zhou Xing smiled awkwardly, and said truthfully: "I was punished here to think about my mistakes."

Qu Wangyou nodded slightly, but didn't say anything.

Zhou Xing felt that Qu Wangyou was very calm, with neither joy nor sadness on his face, completely free from the grief and hatred of being trapped for hundreds of years, as if someone else was trapped here, not him. Zhou Xing looked at him carefully, only to find that Qu Wangyou was dressed as a scholar, holding a folding fan made of black mist in his hand.

Zhou Xing felt that this person was different and interesting, so he wanted to chat with him, but he didn't know how to start the conversation. This feeling of wanting to chat and not knowing what to talk about is terrible!

"Is the Wangyou Pavilion still there?" Qu Wangyou asked suddenly, breaking the dullness of the room.

"It's still there!... Uh, not long ago, they came to besiege my Tianyuan."

"Yeah, it's good that I'm still here... What? Siege of Tianyuanzong? My Wangyou Pavilion?" Qu Wangyou suddenly lost his composure, with shock written all over his face.

Zhou Xing rubbed his nose, smiled wryly in his heart, not knowing what to say.

"Who is the current pavilion owner?" Qu Wangyou was very concerned about Wangyou Pavilion.

Zhou Xing shook his head and said, "I don't know about this. A total of ten sects came last time, and they left after not staying for long. There was no fight."

"Little brother, what is going on, tell me."

Zhou Xing knew it was inconvenient to say some things, but when he thought of how pitiful it was that this person had been trapped here for so long without anyone to talk to, he said everything he knew.

"It turns out that it's not that the Wangyou Pavilion has become stronger, but that the Tianyuan Sect has declined. This is in line with the cycle of heaven and the principle that everything must go against the extreme." Qu Wangyou said with emotion.