Chapter 542

The other monks of the three gates seemed to be fixed in mid-air, no one moved, and they were silent.

After the appearance of the black-clothed swordsman, even Tuoba Feng, who was fierce and indomitable just now, became quiet at this moment, and there was a trace of fear in the depths of his eyes.

The scene that everyone expected did not appear.

On the contrary, under the gaze of countless eyes, the black-clothed swordsman took such a step by step, unhurriedly, and passed through the feet of the three major sects.

This distance, for cultivators, is not too long.

Whether it is unfolding the movement technique or walking with the sword, it only takes more than a hundred breaths.

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

What's even weirder is that in the whole process, no one came forward to stop it, and no one even spoke.

It's as if everyone was strangled by the throat!

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

The swordsman in black was unaware of the fiery gazes of those around him.

His eyes were a little sloppy, as if he couldn't find the focus. He walked step by step, still not in a hurry, maintaining his pace, and gradually disappeared from the sight of everyone.

"Who is this man?"

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

"There is only one difference between the four major gates, and this person is most likely the arrogance of the Lonely Clan!"

"When you say this, I remember that Dugu's really has a terrible sword cultivator in the Golden Core Realm, named Lonely Sword, born for the sword."

"I have also heard of him. It is said that this person is withdrawn, has no relatives, and has no friends. For decades, he has only been accompanied by a long black sheathed sword, and he has truly reached the realm of 'there is nothing else except the sword'. ."

Hearing the discussions around, Bai Yuhan whispered, "Dongqing, it seems that Dugu Clan gave up the fight for Zhu Guo, otherwise they wouldn't have sent just one person."

"not necessarily."

Mu Dongqing shook his head and said, "Zhu Guo was born, and only one or two people came. In addition to those like 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 terrible, and he doesn't even need the help of others!"

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

After the swordsman in black completely disappeared, Tuoba Feng breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "I was still thinking, how come I didn't see the Dugu Clan when the three great clans gathered together, it turned out that this person was paralyzed."

The swordsman in black was always expressionless, and the word paralysis was naturally just what Tuoba Feng laughed at.

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

"Um?"

Murong Wushuang's face sank and turned slightly.

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

With a puff.

This person's head exploded, blood splattered, and he fell to the ground!

The group was in an uproar.

The monk next to him turned pale with fright, subconsciously retreated, and looked at the sky with lingering fears, standing on the ancient chariot, the murderous and stunning woman.

Murong Wushuang's face was cold, and he said slowly, "You can make fun of the people from the four major clans too?"

No one answered.

Tuoba Feng, Yuwen Wujia, and Murong Wushuang stood in the air, like the stars and the moon, shining in all directions, as if the gods were coming to the world, looking down on the world!

Under such pressure, who dares to speak up?

Murong Wushuang turned his head, glanced at Tuoba Feng, and said coldly, "Tuoba Feng, don't blame me for not reminding you, it's best to keep your mouth shut, and be careful that misfortune comes out of your mouth!"

"what!"

After the black-clothed swordsman left, Tuoba Feng regained his arrogance and laughed loudly: "I want you to care? I can say whatever I like!"

"it is good!"

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

Tuoba Feng's face was gloomy, he snorted, but did not refute.

Murong Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief, calmed his mind, and said lightly, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, there is news that the top ten descendants of the Northern Territory have all come down the mountain."

Hearing this sentence, Tuoba Feng and Yuwen Wujia frowned.

"If you want to pick vermilion fruit, it is not so easy to be the king of the Golden Core Realm in the Northern Territory! The descendants of the ancient family in the Northern Territory may appear!"

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

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

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

"Hey! The heroes are competing, it seems that even the arrogance of the four major clans may not be able to pick the red fruit."

"That's right, haven't I heard that the top ten inheritance disciples in the Northern Territory have come over? At that time, there will be a battle of Tianjiao!"

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

"In another 20 years, it will be the time when the middle-level ancient battlefield will open. This time, the forces of the major sects will gather, and the talents of the Northern Territory must decide to compete."

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

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

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

Mu Dongqing revealed his memory and said, "I heard that the True Monarch Yuanying in the palace mentioned it once by accident. It is said that under Xianmen, Momen, and Buddhism, there are still one hundred and eight door-to-door visits, most of them gathered in Zhongzhou. There are relatively few scattered in the four regions of the south, south, and northwest, and there are ten in the northern region."

"What kind of sect can be sealed as 'door-to-door'?"

"I don't know."

Mu Dongqing shook his head and said, "It is said that the sect forces known as 'door-to-door' must be fit and powerful!"

Combine power!

Hearing these four words, Bai Yuhan was shocked.

There are nine realms of cultivation, condensing qi, building foundation, Jindan, Yuan Ying, returning to the virtual, dharma, integration, Mahayana, and the legendary transcendence of calamity.

The reason why Da Zhou was able to establish a dynasty that lasted for nearly ten thousand years was because the king of Da Zhou had a Faxiang Daoist in charge.

How terrifying the strength will be when there is a fit and powerful person sitting at the door?

How many dharma masters will there be under his sect?

What kind of strength will the Tianjiao under his door have?

Only when you truly leave Da Zhou can you know that there is a sky beyond the sky, and you can feel the horror of the entire cultivation world.

If you enter the birthplace of self-cultivation, where the civilization of self-cultivation is the most prosperous, and Zhongzhou, where the super sects and forces gather the most, what kind of vast scene will it be?