The death of a man casts a layer of deep sorrow throughout Zhongzhou.

This is something that is puzzling at any time.

The life of ordinary people is just a few decades. For them, joy and sorrow are a very ordinary attitude.

But this extremely inexplicable mood made them extremely puzzled.

The feeling of wanting to cry when they raised their hands and eyebrows was filled with the feeling of wanting to cry. They didn't know the specific reason, they only knew that something seemed to have been lost in their hearts.

As soon as I looked up, I could see the extremely huge vortex above my head, and I couldn't help feeling a hint of intimacy.

However, when I saw that the vortex was gradually fading, I felt a sense of loss in my heart, and the pain that appeared from my heart became more and more obvious.

The entire Zhongzhou was filled with a kind of depressed cry.

Wu Jie felt this scene and was also silent because of this, and he respected the semi-saint more in his heart.

I feel extremely sympathetic to these people in Zhongzhou.

But sympathy is not what he should consider now. What he should do most now is to go to the place he had prepared before and wrestle the wrists with those people, because he found that it was not only the people he had expected before, but in addition to those people, there was a lot of more people's breath.

These people are all snatching luck, and the situation seems to be a little different from what he had expected before.

Wu Jie's heart suddenly sank and his speed accelerated.

But after a moment, he stopped, his eyes were extremely cold, and he stared at the not far away in front of him, staring motionlessly, feeling unprecedentedly nervous, and even his hands couldn't help but become scared.

That's right, even a person of a level as strong as Wu Jie couldn't help but become scared.

The next moment, all the scenery in front of Wu Jie stopped instantly, and time and space slowly began to go backwards.

Everything in front of me began to go back wildly, and the century-old ancient tree instantly turned into a small sapling, and then it became a seed that had just fallen.

The mountain suddenly disappeared, and then suddenly appeared, even hundreds of feet higher than before.

Birds and beasts, and even some monsters, appeared in front of Wu Jie's eyes like smoke, and then turned into a small young man.

All kinds of strange things began to go back.

In just a few dozen seconds, or just such a moment, everything in front of Wu Jie changed drastically, and all kinds of strange scenery made him frown more and more.

I don’t know how much time has passed, but this strange phenomenon finally stopped, but everything that appeared in front of me was so strange.

There are no so-called birds and beasts, nor are there the towering ancient trees before. Instead, it is an extremely huge ancient city, with people coming and going.

There are no towering buildings and no gorgeous clothes, everything looks so simple. Either they are uncovered or wrapped in a few lines of coarse linens, but the expressions on these faces are extremely joyful, and the simplicity and innocence are perfectly reflected on their faces.

The simplest people have the most innocent human nature, and this unique beauty instantly fascinated Wu Jie.

It was the first time he had seen this quaint style in many years.

However, this beauty did not last long. The next moment, countless monsters suddenly rushed into the ancient city. The ancient city that was still peaceful just now turned into a tragic prison on earth, and it only took a few moments.

The screams of those people penetrated Wu Jie's heart like arrows, making him feel suffocated instantly.

After that, the late monk carried out the finishing work and reluctantly killed several greedy monsters. His face was full of regret and pain. Wu Jie felt weak and his heart became tight again.

Then the whole picture was frozen in front of him, a city filled with corpses.

Wu Jie was silent. The scene that just happened was a little too shocked for him. The various complex emotions in his heart directly covered his entire state of mind, making him feel indescribable.

Wu Jie truly witnessed the hatred between humans and monsters that had never been seen in thousands of years.

Or maybe thousands of years ago, monsters killed ordinary people so unscrupulously?

For this reason, he could only choose to sigh lightly. Apart from that, there seemed to be no other choice.

"What you see is what I see, what you feel, and what I feel. I used to be just an experienced person, and now you are the same. All of this is everything I want you to see and feel."

The old man's figure slowly appeared in front of Wu Jie.

Wu Jie saw this person for the first time, the person he had been thinking about for the rest of his life, and even if he died, he could not forget the existence of this person. With so many generations of efforts, he finally saw this person appear.

"It's you!"

How many years of hatred have turned into this greeting. Wu Jie has no longer had the so-called passion, but only calmness.

The old man nodded, "That's right, it's me. The person you are looking for when you are exhausted is me."

Wu Jie clasped his fists directly and bowed slightly with great politeness, but this tone was a little cold, "Senior Chu is polite!"

The character Chu made the old man raise his eyebrows directly, and then laughed out loud, "Young man, your self-righteous behavior is very annoying. Don't you think it?"

Wu Jie shook his head, "I don't think my personality has always been like this. Some people are bored, so naturally some people like it. According to now, I should like it more!"

The old man shook his head, "Not necessarily, most of the people who like it have died. If this continues, more and more people will not like it, so you may not be a few steps away from death."

"Senior Chu said it is reasonable, but I think it shouldn't be the present, right?" Wu Jie smiled confidently.

The old man still had the frowning expression he had just frowned, "Not necessarily, not necessarily!"

These two sentences may not have made Wu Jie laugh and continued to ask with an indifferent look on his face: "The scene that Senior Chu showed me probably has other meanings, otherwise, there is no need for this, what do you think?"

"Young man, you really don't like me, but I also admire your aggressive attitude, exactly the same as when I was young. It's not a shame that I am a rare genius in a thousand years. If you are given enough time, I think you have the chance to reach my level and even inherit my pursuit!" The old man suddenly changed his attitude.

, with a very appreciative expression.

This sentence made Wu Jie extremely puzzled and asked with a smile: "What do you mean by saying this? Are you trying to win over me, or to include me in your side?"

"If so, would you like?" the old man asked bluntly.

Wu Jie did not answer this question positively, but asked back, "You have so many descendants, is it necessary to win over me? Don't mention it in Taiyi Sect. Zhao Queyi and Zhao Shanchuan are not comparable to me, so do you think it is necessary?"

"Yes! They are far inferior to you. How old are you? How old are they? How big is the gap between you and them? This is the result of talent. All the strongest people in the world are all talented and transcendent existences. The so-called grassroots counterattack, and the crow turns into a phoenix, have always been unreal existences." The old man talked to Wu Jie with interest.

Wu Jie snorted coldly and did not respond.

"Looking at the years I have lived, there are many so-called strongest people in the world. Each of these people is a famous family. They have lived under the protection of their children since childhood. Their talents have been revealed when they were very young. After repeated life and death selections, they have stood on the top of the mountain. There are countless corpses on the road up the mountain, all of which set off his extraordinaryness. This is the successor of most sects."

Speaking of this, the old man looked at Wu Jie and smiled, "But you are different, but you are the same. There are countless corpses lying behind your success. These corpses are not your opponent, but generations of predecessors of the Sun and Moon Sect. Their quiet years have allowed them to accumulate a lot of wealth and opportunities, and finally explode in you, so this is your path, similar but different!"

Wu Jie frowned. This was something he had never looked into before, and he fell into deep thought for a moment.

"No one who can stand on the top of the mountain is lucky, so those unreliable folk legends are boring. Naturally, in my eyes, you are only stronger than people like Zhao Que and Zhao Shanchuan, and you are not inferior to them at all. Even Lu An is stronger than them. Sometimes life is part of their strength. The efforts of hundreds of generations of ancestors finally arrived at the outbreak of this generation. Do you dare to say that this is all his luck alone? Isn't it the Yinze accumulated by those people?"

The old man finished his opinion with a smile, but Wu Jie still had a frown expression, but he had a more inhaled gesture.

"What the hell do you want to say!" Wu Jie asked after pondering.

"I want you to have an extra choice. You don't have that choice. Whether it's Taiyi Sect, Zhongzhou, or underworld, you may have my existence in everything you touch. It's hard for you to imagine that a person who has lived for so many years has done so many boring things in this boring time. Unfortunately, people with outstanding talents can easily succeed in everything. There are too many sects founded by me on the five lands, so many that I can't remember them myself. What's even more unfortunate is that there are some sects that not only survived, but even lived very well. The good ones made me a little surprised."

The old man smiled in great distress.

However, these words were not a joke to Wu Jie. They sounded more like an invisible threat. The pressure on him instantly surged, extremely heavy.
Chapter completed!