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Not long ago, Zuo Chongming humiliated them in public and trampled their proud sect under their feet without mercy.

Jealousy Hatred = hostility.

Under the influence of emotions, when Bai Wanling sees Zuo Chongming again, she will instinctively feel rebellious and hostile.

As long as Zuo Chongming is slightly provocative, he can easily trigger the trigger and cause the other party's emotions to explode.

Judging from Bai Wanling's reaction just now, his strategy undoubtedly worked.

"well!"

Bian Yunqing murmured and sighed: "What on earth is he going to do?"

Bai Yusen narrowed his eyes and said softly: "He said that we should not get close to Sunset Peak. Maybe he has ideas about Sunset Peak."

"Maybe he has a way to go deep into the Sunset Peak? Do you remember the woman beside him who has no cultivation? There should be a connection."

Bian Yunqing frowned: "It does make sense, but if that's true, why would he provoke all the forces again and again? Isn't this asking for trouble?"

"I can't figure it out either."

Bai Yusen shook his head and said helplessly: "It stands to reason that since he has a way to climb Sunset Peak, the lower he is, the safer he is and he can make a fortune in silence."

"But after the previous humiliation, I'm afraid everyone will be watching him. If anything goes wrong, he will be besieged."

Bian Yunqing gave up thinking: "Those of us in the martial arts world are no match for the imperial court when it comes to playing tricks. What's more, he is still the best. In my opinion, we should avoid him."

"That's right."

Bai Yusen deeply agrees with this.

The two people who were communicating did not notice that the unconscious Bai Wanling's fingers were trembling slightly.

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Susu…….

Zuo Chongming held Zhan Xiaobai in his arms and strolled leisurely in the air.

The Guhong Sword was like a startling giant, buzzing constantly around the body, occasionally bursting out with sharp sword energy, wiping out the life of the sword puppet in an understatement.

Such a relaxed and freehand performance certainly has the magic of a divine weapon, but it is more due to Zuo Chongming's meticulous control of the true energy.

Li Jianhui dared to use his decades of experience to guarantee that not one out of ten thousand could reach such a level in Guiyuan Realm and Yuanhai Realm.

In addition, Zuo Chongming can definitely be said to be invincible in the Guiyuan Realm due to his powerful true energy that is more than ten times more powerful than ordinary people and can be called extremely condensed.

It can even be said that compared to him, Yuanhai realm warriors only have the advantage of having stronger true energy, and there are probably not many people who can defeat him.

Is this his true strength?

Or, part of the strength?

Li Jianhui's pupils shrank violently, quietly hiding the awe in his eyes.

"Sword raising pond?"

Zuo Chongming suddenly stopped, staring indifferently at the large pit in front of him that was covered with bones and gravel, covering an area of ​​an acre, and his brows gradually knitted into knots.

"Master Hou."

Li Jianhui stepped forward and said: "This booklet says that many people have been here, and with the passage of time, fewer and fewer people have gained anything."

Zuo Chongming squinted his eyes and looked at the ruins, and said in a deep voice: "You may not believe it, but I have noticed... a kind of Buddhist intention."

"Huh? Buddha, Buddha's intention?"

Li Jianhui was a little confused: "Buddhism also has swordsmanship and martial arts skills. Who may have left them behind?"

"No, this is not the same thing."

Zuo Chongming directly rejected this possibility. He had cultivated the Tathagata Divine Palm, a unique skill, and was very familiar with this kind of aura.

There must be fragments of the Tathagata Palm nearby, or the remains of eminent monks who practiced the Tathagata Palm, otherwise he would never feel familiar.

Ordering Li Jianhui and Zhan Xiaobai to retreat, he silently operated his skills, and a strange phenomenon instantly appeared behind him.

"Amitabha!"

Three heads and six arms, a thunder dragon with a rope, and a body of more than ten feet of light and shadow, accompanied by the chanting of vast Sanskrit sounds, illuminated the dark secret realm in an instant.

Li Jianhui keenly discovered that Zuo Chongming's vision had changed from before.

The previous vision was of sitting cross-legged, but now he is sitting on a throne of bones, with six wheels dazzling the sky, and evil spirits rising from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

In the past, he was like a raging Buddha suppressing hell, but now he is more like a tyrant with an evil spirit rising into the sky, killing tens of millions of people, without showing any mercy.

As the Sanskrit sounds repeated, I saw a strange phenomenon raising his hands to form seals, and the strange and dark golden-black Buddha light gathered and instantly pressed towards the Sword Raising Pond.

Click, click….

In the huge sword-raising pond, the broken swords of countless remnant soldiers buzzed and trembled.

A large number of stones exploded in response, and the bones that had been buried for endless years seemed to be resurrected, slowly standing up with the gusts of wind.

The sword marks and incomplete runes scattered all around the sword raising pool burst out with a sharp and sharp aura, turning into illusory figures one after another.

"This, this is..."

Li Jianhui couldn't help but widen his eyes and subconsciously held his breath.

"The...battle back then!"

Zhan Xiaobai murmured like he was dreaming, looking at everything in front of him with dull eyes.

No one noticed that the birthmark on the inner side of her forearm had faded away and became scorching red.

"kill!!"

"Disciples of Jiange, the sword is always there."

"The evil spirit must be kept here."

"It's better to break than to bend, and it's better to die than to retreat!!"

"The ancestors of the Jiang Pavilion have helped us defeat demons and slay evil spirits..."

"...Strive to protect the mountain gate."

Zhan Xiaobai felt that his consciousness was in a trance, and time seemed to be going backwards and backwards.

In just a short moment, we returned to the day when the sword pavilion still existed, or the day when there was a life and death battle.

The blue water of the pool is like a bright mirror. There are various stone tablets standing in the pool. Each stone tablet can feel the sharp, heavy and light atmosphere.

From time to time, you can see three or two disciples walking side by side, standing in front of a certain stone tablet, quietly comprehending the sword intention left by their predecessors.

But this calmness only lasted for a moment, and then the scene suddenly changed.

The sky was forcibly torn apart, and through this endless crack, the chaotic void could be clearly seen.

A large number of metal monsters with strange shapes swarmed in from the cracks like locusts, constantly devouring the small world where the sword pavilion was located.

The attacks of the monsters were like the imperial dragon cannon. Every time there was a loud noise, beams of light would shoot out, covering a large number of buildings and palaces.

From the towering mountain peaks in the distance, sword light burst out, not only engulfing the monster, but also cutting the hive-like behemoth in half.

The behemoth emitted thick smoke and fell to the ground like a meteorite. Many small metal monsters sprang out from it and rushed everywhere crazily.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Soon, some enemies came near the sword pool.

Dozens of Jiange disciples rushed over, formed a formation with each other, and fought with them brazenly.

"This this……"

Zhan Xiaobai was shocked to find that many... people rushed out from the metal monster?

However, they wear weird armor that can activate a light blue barrier like a true energy shield.

What they held was not a sword, but more like a shrunken Dragon God Cannon. Every time it burst out with light, it could easily tear apart the bodies of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion.

The warrior's body, which has been tempered many times, is as fragile as a piece of paper in front of this weird weapon.

The first time the two sides met, Jiange suffered heavy casualties.

However, the disciples of Jiange quickly dispersed and fought the enemy in a mobile and agile way. The casualties on both sides were heavy.

Unfortunately, the number of people in Jiange was limited. As the number of people dropped sharply, they gradually became more and more in danger, and then... they were all slaughtered.

Zhan Xiaobai was in a daze for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw that the huge sword-raising pond was almost in ruins, and the water in the pond was dyed red with blood.

There was only one middle-aged man wearing a gray robe and thin body left in the pool.

He was cross-legged in mid-air, with the broken sword lying across his knees. Buddha's light flashed around his body, blocking the intensive attacks.

As the Sanskrit sound became louder and louder, he seemed to be flashing back his light, with a dazzling golden light in his eyes, and he tried his best to push out a palm towards the enemy...

It seems to have reached its limit.

Even if Zhan Xiaobai tried his best to wake himself up and continue reading.
To be continued...