Chapter 656 Is he really not dead?

Chapter 656 Is he really not dead?

Alomo also showed relief under the cover of black scales. Different from the first test, this time he really realized that he was not far from death. If Chu Xun could break that critical point, his strength would be further improved. Really will die.

Can face death.

It is not afraid.

In the long years.

Imprisoned here alone.

Death has long been a luxury.

If it could die, its soul would be freed, and it would not have to endure the lonely imprisonment of iron chains piercing its body every day. It would prefer to die, and therefore showed the emotion of nostalgia and expectation, and said a complicated and difficult-to-pronounce old saying in its own ancient hometown dialect, He translated again in the local language and said with a smile: "I wish you success as soon as possible!"

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outside world.

Hundreds of years.

Enough to bury many past events.

The monks in Jiuzhou gradually accepted the dark turmoil, and determined that the world at this time was incomplete and the rules were irregular. After practicing to the holy realm, they were already extremely powerful. As the years passed, people no longer had the initial enthusiasm for the dark turmoil. fear.

For ordinary mortals, a hundred years is enough time for all the people of that generation who witnessed the dark turmoil to die. Even if it is passed down from mouth to mouth, people have become much blurred about the dark turmoil after a hundred years. Only books record that some people carelessly died for the Chinese continent. , and the forces that had been retained in the past were respected again.

Tianji City.

He also recovered from the ruins. The disciple of the master of Tianji Pavilion, Xuan, who was hiding in Ruzhou that day, was not dead. Fortunately, he survived from Ruzhou and returned to Tianji City to rebuild this force and follow the example of the previous list. Shan, the Prodigy List, and the Saint List, but the five young giants were eliminated.

At this time, there is a group of young geniuses in front of the list of geniuses. They were all born in the era after the darkness and turmoil. They have never experienced those bloody years, and now they are blooming with their own glory. Some of them are the inheritance of the ancient Taoism, and some of them are the inheritance of the ancient Taoism. It is the direct descendant of the power that was destroyed and rekindled in the past.

Come together.

A new era was formed.

On the other hand, it was only a hundred years before the dark turmoil, but it seemed like a long time span, forming an obvious generation gap; at this time, a tall, bare-chested man with a sword appeared in the sky above the corner of Tianji City, He had scars on his face and a pair of white vertical pupils. He looked at the list and the group of people with bright smiles, and whispered softly: "Chu Xun!"

It’s been a hundred years.

In the world.

Things have long since changed.

A new era is born, but they are like a group of abandoned people. There are not many monks in the Holy Realm in this era. Dark turmoil has swept across the nine continents. Except for a few forces that have kept the flames, almost all have fallen, and those who have survived have also died in a hundred years. Over time, they gradually left the mainland of China and no longer practiced here.

The Imperial War was so fierce that it destroyed all the rules of order in the Nine Continents. The Great Sage Realm was unable to improve their cultivation in this environment. They were forced to go outside the territory and rush to a more distant place, where the rules of heaven and earth were intact. It is not easy to set foot here for cultivation. This is also a sad place for them.

old friends.

Relatives and friends.

family.

All die here.

Even the sect was destroyed, leaving them alone and lonely to practice outside the territory. They rarely set foot on Jiuzhou anymore. Therefore, when Wu Zhenjun came back, someone noticed him, which triggered waves of joy and frenzy. Many young people were excited and admired him. Looking at it, he said happily: "This is the ultimate saint who once had the hope of being on the saint list!"

Perhaps before the dark turmoil, Lord Wu Zhen was ordinary, but now without the high-level monks of Jiuzhou, his existence was like a bomb thrown into the water, causing a sensation, fanatical eyes, incomparable obsession, and many identities Young people with high status even hope to join his sect and jump over the dragon gate.

"Too weak!" Wu Zhenjun glanced at it flatly and closed his eyes. What a glorious world it was before the darkness and turmoil. A hundred years were enough to give birth to many geniuses, and monsters like Gu Dongliu even broke through. After entering the saint list, on the other hand, the group of people below are mostly in the human emperor realm, and no one has reached the saint realm.

This is for him.

I can't help but look down upon him.

Return today.

Not only is he revisiting his old place, but he is also going to the barren state to worship Chu Xun. He will come here every year at this time. Others may forget those years, but he cannot.

"Bo!"

The new Pavilion Master Xuan of Tianji Pavilion also came out. He recognized this old friend and said in a friendly manner: "Would you like to go worship someone?"

Lord Wu Zhen nodded lightly.

"I heard... he's not dead!" Xuan said softly after a slight hesitation.

"Boom!"

In an instant.

The aura in Wu Zhenjun's body was surging and boiling like a vast ocean, and he couldn't hold it back at all. His white vertical eyes widened silently, staring at the other party, and said in a low voice: "Can you say it again?"

"I heard that Chu Xun carried 90% of Ruzhou's luck, and to this day, Confucian's luck has never slackened, so I can infer that Chu Xun is not dead. Not only that, as a monster who came out of the barren state, he was respected as the lord of the barren state. It also carries the fate of Huangzhou. Look, the people below are all from Huangzhou. With such great luck, do you think Chu Xun is dead? "

These words.

It's like an enlightenment.

Wake him up.

Qi and blood are surging endlessly.

Boiling with excitement.

But he soon became lonely again, and that battle also came into his eyes. If he had not died, where would he have been in the past hundred years? How many people in this world had been his believers, worshiped him, believed in him, and hoped that he would not die. .

Wu Zhenjun left, but the talented monks below were not calm. They looked up at the sky in shock. The whole city was shaking when the surging blood flowed. They were like a lone boat in the ocean, feeling the powerlessness. A young man admired: "Is that the supreme great sage? I heard that Wu Zhenjun could also rank among the top 100 great sages before the dark turmoil!"

"Now there are more than 100. Most of the strong men on the saint list died. If Wu Zhenjun's ranking is rewritten, he will be in the top 30!"

"Hiss!"

"It would be great if you could accept me as your disciple!"

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This may be an inadvertent episode, and Wu Zhenjun really felt the obvious weakening of his combat power when he walked in Jiuzhou. In their era, how could the great sage be so respected? Even the saint list would not worship like this. Only the quasi-emperor could cause such a sensation.

Now.

Quasi-emperor disappeared.

Great sages did not come out.

Saints can establish a sect and become ancestors.

He brought the news Xuan had given him to the Donglin Sect in Huangzhou. This sect, which had already reached the peak of the Nine Continents, had many practitioners coming to pay homage to Chu Xun and thank him for his contribution to the Shenzhou Continent. He also keenly noticed that some people did not come this time.

Chu Xun's disciples.

Jian Qingzhu and other friends.

Even some elders.

They seemed to know that Chu Xun had not died. Although they had not confirmed it, they were looking for it. This news made Wu Zhenjun tremble uncontrollably all over his body, and he said in a muffled voice: "Is he really not dead?"