Chapter 988 Background
It was just dusk.
Mother Earth embraces the sky to greet the twilight.
The distant sky suddenly darkened.
Only a little bit of splendor is still lingering at the intersection of floating clouds and mountain tops.
Such a magnificent scenery cannot make people feel at ease.
The air was eerily silent.
The young man in Chinese attire sitting on the wheeled vehicle looked solemn, and his body was tense as if he was about to jump up from the wheeled vehicle.
He stared in one direction, not daring to move his gaze away at all, as if if he moved away, something would happen that even he could not imagine.
The swordsman wearing a bamboo hat holds the medium-sized box around his waist.
The sword energy ripped through the haze above like the sky, but suddenly it stood still.
Because the man holding the sword did not move.
The brightness of the dry smoke alternated for a moment, and then burned again, like a bright lamp.
There was no surprise in the eyes of the old man in gray robe, as if he had expected the arrival of the black shadow.
He coughed twice and said calmly: "I didn't expect you to really get divine help."
"Old man Cui, what do you mean?"
The swordsman held down the sword box and asked in surprise and confusion.
Deep doubt even flashed in his eyes.
This is so abnormal.
Using the escape technique in the forbidden land will cause great damage to oneself.
The rejection of mana prevented them from flying out of the light.
How could this person come so quickly?
The most important thing is that they stood on the hill to deal with the saint with intelligence, but the saint came directly to visit them.
In a forbidden place where spiritual consciousness cannot be spread, how did the other party detect their location?
His first reaction was traitor.
Someone tipped off the news.
Perhaps the traitor was among the four of them.
Or maybe it's just like what I just guessed, they are just pawns similar to Long Qi. The people behind them have sold them out long ago, and they still came here stupidly.
If this is the case, it will be a very bad situation for them.
Abandoned children never end well.
That's why I asked.
Old Cui, who was smoking a cigarette, stared at the figure without answering the swordsman's question: "Our trial has yielded quite a harvest."
"What on earth do you mean?!" The swordsman was furious.
It seems that according to Old Man Cui, the four of them are pawns to test each other.
Although he had already expected this in his mind, his dignity as a major cultivator still made him irritable when someone ignored him.
"Do you know why he locked onto our location so quickly?"
Without waiting for the angry swordsman to speak, Old Man Cui gave the answer: "The Heavenly Lord who died in the Forbidden Land came to help."
"We are like blind men to him who has opened his eyes."
A black and red figure composed of burned ashes emerged with two divine lights.
Just like the yin and yang Taixu cycle of birth and death.
The breeze blew by, and the fluttering corners of the Taoist robe covered up the tall body.
Wave your hand lightly.
The accompanying mist is like a gathered cloak, revealing a face that looks like it was forged from the icy peaks of distant mountains.
Under the disheveled dark red hair, he looked even more pale.
Look slightly sideways.
Ghosts and gods look on.
"You know a lot."
"The saint is full of praise." Old Cui laughed dryly.
"Don't talk too much nonsense with him."
"In the Forbidden Land, not to mention saints, even great saints with great virtues will only be more suppressed. This is equivalent to infinitely narrowing the gap between us and saints. It is not that we have not fought. The power." The swordsman raised his head, and under his bamboo hat was a pair of divine eyes that were as bright as a mysterious light.
The young man sitting on the wheel glanced at the swordsman.
What the swordsman said makes sense.
However, even if all of them have lost their cultivation.
The saint could beat them to death just by virtue of his extraordinary physical strength.
Swarming up just increases the chance of winning by 10% to 20%.
Don’t think that the forbidden land of God can protect the safety of the weak.
The strong always stay strong.
In the same suppressed state, the saint can even fight against the original damage to exert more powerful strength, even more powerful than the outside world.
Therefore, it is best not to take action if you can.
There is no benefit in angering the other person.
In fact, he didn't quite understand.
Ordinary saints who don't test them first would come to argue with them directly.
Compared with saints, they are like ants.
If you want to kill the saint, you have to pay a huge price.
It just so happened that he could still afford such a price, but the question was, even if they could kill this great sage, would they definitely be favored by the Lord of Heaven?
The young man thinks not.
If he were Tianjun, he would not choose them when he had so many good choices.
Only by showing enough talent to outshine these better options.
The Ghost Saint did not blame the swordsman for his rudeness. He did not maintain his identity as a senior, nor did he need others to worship him. He just put aside his robe, looked at the old man Cui who was smoking a cigarette, and said lightly: "Let your envoy come here, I will Spare your lives, but if you spit even half a word of "no", your body and soul will be shattered."
Tu Shanjun said it calmly, but it was filled with boundless horror in everyone's ears.
The woman in palace clothes quietly looked at the tall man who was speaking with her wonderful eyes, and for a moment she looked back uncertainly.
Don't look at what they say are all grandiose words.
It’s true that when a great sage comes, everyone becomes a quail.
Even the most arrogant swordsman suggested that everyone join forces.
Old man Cui laughed and said, "Why should the saint force us? Even rabbits will bite when they are anxious. Moreover, if we start to alarm the Shangqing ancestor in the city, even the saint will be in trouble. Why not ask the saint to show mercy and let us go? I promise that I will never come to Wanning County again."
"Heh!"
"So you are afraid."
The swordsman sneered and said sneerly, "I am really blind to cooperate with you rats."
Everyone's face froze.
The young man in gorgeous clothes exhaled a long breath: "The feat of killing the saint will be today!"
What a term for saint.
It represents extraordinary.
As long as they can kill a saint, no matter what method they use or where they are, they will become famous.
It is true that the younger generation of peers are ranked by talent, but real achievements are far more convincing to others than any false future, and they can also be more favored by the family.
"Take action!"
Before the voice fell.
A pale ghost hand was already printed on his face.
The swordsman didn't even have time to control the thousands of flying swords in the box on his waist. He could only feel a cold touch.
Cold.
So cold that it made people want to shiver.
But he couldn't hit him.
The ghost hand grabbed him tightly, as if it was holding his soul.
Plop.
The swordsman was stunned and a strange color flashed in his eyes. He saw his body standing upright on the ground, his palm also fell on the sword box, and he could activate the flying sword at any time.
But this shouldn't be.
Suddenly he realized that it was his soul that was pressed out of his body by the ghost hand.
The ghost hand passed through his body and held his Yang Shen tightly.
"Instigating others."
"The death penalty can be exempted, but the living crime cannot be escaped!"
"Reduce your three levels of cultivation to set an example."
The ethereal and somewhat hoarse voice fell, and the swordsman's Yang Shen completely disappeared.
When the swordsman came back to his senses, he felt his soul was extremely heavy and tired, but his body was unusually adapted to the world, as if the world's suppression of him was inestimable.
Only then did he check his own cultivation in horror.
This look.
It was like falling into an ice cave.
He actually fell three levels.
He stumbled and fell to the ground, and the swordsman suddenly howled.
He cried miserably.
No one around laughed at him.
The young man in gorgeous clothes completely understood what the white-dressed woman meant by "not simple".
He also knew why Old Man Cui said that the other party was only a hair's breadth away from the top.
Killing people is not the end of the world.
If the swordsman was killed easily, he would not be so shocked.
However, the swordsman not only did not die but also fell to a specific level. Such means were too terrifying. If they were in the outside world, they would probably only hear the legend of this kind of cultivator.
'Slaughter the saint? '
The young man in gorgeous clothes smiled bitterly.
How ridiculous it is now.
The four of them might be able to kill an ordinary saint who is not so cautious in the forbidden land.
However, the one standing here is not an ordinary saint.
His name has been known in many places, but it has not been heard here.
Perhaps it is for this reason that everyone thinks that this is an ordinary saint without strength.
People always have to pay the price for their ignorance.
"Saint, spare my life. I am a small cultivator of the Xuanmen Xingxuan Holy Land."
The woman in palace dress hurriedly saluted and continued, "My master is the Great Saint Xingshu. Please spare me this time for the sake of my master."
Tushan Jun's eyes were indifferent.
It's not that he underestimated the Xingxuan Holy Land, but that he didn't know this force at all.
If it was in the East Wilderness, he could still judge the other party's background, but most of these people came from the Middle Earth. He was still in the Middle Earth in the biography and didn't know the division of the forces of each sect.
"What about you?"
Tushan Jun moved his eyes to look at the young man.
The young man bowed and said, "I am from Taiyi Sect."
The divine light in Tushanjun's eyes suddenly shone.
He said sternly, "Full name?!"
The young man in gorgeous clothes, Qi Hua, felt a jolt in his heart.
He thought it was bad.
When he heard the woman talking about Xingxuan Holy Land, he saw the indifference of the saint, so he also reported his origins openly. He didn't expect the saint to react so strongly and asked him to report his full name.
Qi Hua hesitated for a moment, not sure whether it was an enemy or someone else.
Qi Hua wanted to slap himself twice.
He regretted it the moment he blurted out.
He had to finish what he said.
Qi Hua said in a deep voice, "Taiyi Donghuang Sect."
The ghost saint looked stunned.
A little disappointment flashed in his heart.
A moment.
His expression finally recovered.
Tushanjun looked at the young man in gorgeous clothes: "Taoism?"
"Yes."
"Taoism monks are guilty of a heavier crime."
Qi Hua opened his mouth and was about to ask why.
The third and fourth levels are different.
He even thought that the saint should just let him return to the infant stage and start over.
"What do you have as a backer? Tell me."
Tu Shanjun ignored Qi Hua's thoughts and looked at Old Man Cui.
"I am his backer!"
Not far away.
The middle-aged man who came up the hill slowly approached.
It looked very far away, but he didn't expect that his steps were brisk and slow.
It was as if he had shrunk the earth into an inch and crossed the mountains and rivers.
In less than a few breaths after hearing the sound, the man had landed and stood still.
The divine light in his eyes was like a river bursting out, bursting out with the horror of a raging waterfall.
Later.