togophonebook Chapter 777: The Soul Attacked by All Resentments
Chapter 777: The Soul Attacked by All Resentments
Chapter 777: The Soul Attacked by All Resentments
The sun was hanging high in the sky, shining brightly and clearly. A gentle breeze brushed across the affectionate brows, then mercilessly went away, making everything in sight seem strange, yet vaguely familiar.
Outside the Yuantu Golden Pillar, people have gradually appeared. Although under the threat of a sudden attack from the demons, they dare not spread to a wider area, but the area within three thousand miles has changed greatly. The large and small islands that are taking shape are dotted in the vast blue water, which makes people feel magnificent and even a little sigh.
Surviving a catastrophe is like going through summer and winter, seeing peach blossoms and fireworks, and seeing the human world again.
The spirit is unbridled, and he is dealing with the calamity. He kills and attacks as he pleases, and all karma is repaid.
Several sword masters stood on top of the huge golden pillar at the same time, looking at the countless living beings below their feet, but each of them had different feelings.
As the Sword Master of the Yuantu Sect, he can barely be considered as the foundation of the human race's Tianzong. Plus, the Yuantu Sect was originally managed by the Tianjuns, so the mysteries that the Sword Master knows are not inferior to the Yuanshen of other sects. Naturally, he knows how difficult it is to come across this mortal world scene before his eyes.
If it weren't for the Golden Jade Kirin's arbitrary decision to erect a golden pillar to suppress the area and confront the fallen emperor of Great Freedom, I'm afraid that all the sects would have to shrink around Dongyong and Baiyujing and be torn apart.
As for the millions of mortals, I'm afraid I can only abandon them helplessly. It's not that I don't want to save them, but I really can't save them...
As for the current situation where the emperor was forced to return to Xutian and the world became bright again, it was something that the sword masters had never expected before. Even the most optimistic Yuantu Sword Master was just hoping that Gongsun Wuzhi would kill five or six great free emperors to reduce the pressure in the conflict.
Unexpectedly, two Daos and thirteen emperors fell into the trap, and they were all trapped by the gods and demons. Zuo Hanming's eyes almost fell to the ground...
But what's the cost?
Yuan Tu Dao Jun sighed softly. Among the Dao Juns, he was probably the only one who knew how much pressure Gongsun Wuzhi was under.
The various veins of the emperors of Luohua and Pomian each have their own unique skills and deep beliefs. If they want to kill them, it will definitely cost them a lot! I am afraid that the three gods and demons of Daozi have already had a big problem. Otherwise, how can a mere life-breaking demon saint hurt the body of the Lord of Xingtian?
It was a pity that not only could he not ask, but even his daily words could not reveal the slightest flaw.
Fu Yuchu really deserves to die. He would rather let Tan Jinzhu lie down than let him. How could he know how hard his family and Moshu have worked? !
"Everything has been arranged properly. Even if the Great Free Emperor attacks, my Yuan Tu Golden Pillar can hold out for a while, long enough for the Yuan Shen of other Golden Pillars to come to assist in the defense."
Zuo Hanming sighed deeply, his voice was calm, but it made the sword masters feel a little excited, "But the person who will go to the Northern Frontier to watch the ceremony should be decided by Wuzhi himself."
All of a sudden, the two sword masters, Xiu Ting and Feng Qian, couldn't help but breathe faster.
For some reason, although Gongsun Wuzhi indifferently rejected the two people's approach, the two sword masters vaguely felt that behind the indifference might be the good intentions of the good man.
"Si Ming Dao is still in the process of surrendering and cannot leave my side. Therefore, facing the sudden attack of the emperor, the remaining Dao Jun will have to take some risks. I'm sorry."
Gongsun Wuzhi immediately turned around and bowed, "Wuzhi thanks everyone."
The sword masters looked at each other and burst into laughter.
"If the emperor comes, it will be a chance for us to make a fortune, which is what we are looking for!"
"You are joking. The blade is playing in the midst of disaster, the knife is wielding the bright moon, you are sincere in front, and the Yunyan Monster King is charming behind. If you can't sharpen our blade, then you are not worthy of holding the Siming Knife."
"The green mountains are majestic, the clouds and waters are endless, and the blue sky ends, and we have passed thousands of mountains! Wuzhi can leave without worry. If the Yuantu Golden Pillar is destroyed, we will all die!"
When the sword light fades away, few people understand it; when you look back on your fate, all you see is wind and smoke. All the sword masters are the chosen ones of the time. They have excellent natural resources and pure sword intent. The method of refining the sword of fate together leads directly to the great road. They have experienced two rare catastrophes in the world. It can be said that they have obtained the resources they have dreamed of in the process of embarking on the path of the primordial spirit.
Zhao Yudaojun never dreamed that he would see Siming Dao Xiaoming present his life to the Emperor, and the Demon King breaking his life in the battle and becoming a saint. It can be said that he used the Great Freedom Emperor and the Demon Saint as stepping stones to pave the way to the sainthood.
All he needed to do was to walk up on his own! Even if the previous two disasters were counted, there would probably never be such an amazing opportunity.
He looked at Gongsun Wuzhi with emotion, with a hint of gratitude in his eyes. Since the several sword masters had sacrificed their swords together, they would definitely be related by cause and effect from now on. Even if they achieved the status of supreme spirits in the future, they would still be connected by the same blood and could not be severed.
In this case, it is natural to have the beauty of a successful person, and it can create a good story.
"We should be prepared for the enemy. Even if we can withstand the Emperor's sudden attack, we will..."
Zhaoyu Daojun looked at the other Daojuns meaningfully, and paused for a moment on Daojun Xiuting and Daojun Fengqian, "However, the many cultivators and mortals in the golden pillar who are expanding the new island are like young buds and seedlings that cannot withstand the ravages of the storm in the catastrophe.
In my opinion, we need to reserve enough combat power to prevent small groups of demons from coming to harass us!
Therefore, I suggest that three sword masters go to the northern border, which will not affect the defense of the golden pillar and can also show our respect for the Jinyu Zheng family. "
There was no fool among the Sword Lords. They could understand the elegant meaning of the music by hearing the strings. Xiu Ting and Feng Qian both showed joy in their eyes at the same time, and the corners of the mouths of the other Sword Lords also curled up slightly.
Even Zuo Hanming had a smile on his face and was very happy to see it come to fruition!
The many cultivators of the Gongsun family came to pay a visit to Gongsun Wuzhi every few days, and they even sent a Jindan and ten Ningzhen to stay at the Yuantu Golden Pillar to be deployed by Wuzhi Daojun. Everyone knew what they were thinking and what they wanted.
What a joke! Regardless of whether it is true or not, Wuzhi Daojun is only the Daojun of Yuantu Sect! Your Gongsun family's Yuanshen can act stupid and shameless, but my Yuantu Sect is not without powerful means!
Zuo Hanming also glanced at the sword masters with a scorching gaze, and nodded slightly in an equally meaningful manner, even more imperceptibly.
The sword masters all understood what was going on and immediately started laughing.
"What Zhaoyu said makes sense. Monks are human beings, and ordinary people are also human beings. How can we just ignore them? What's more, I feel that Xiaoming has a chance of survival these days, so I need to calm down and concentrate. I'm afraid it's not convenient for me to travel far to the northern border!"
"That's right, that's right. Although the danger of falling angels has been resolved, the threat of small waves of demons should not be underestimated. Otherwise, I'm afraid it will hurt the kindness of the Golden Jade Qilin to pity all living beings! I'd better stay!"
"Mr. Yuan Tu Dao, since we have agreed to discuss the Dao of the Sword, I would like to take this opportunity to kill two birds with one stone!"
"Well, that makes sense. Besides, I was the one who arranged all these arrangements, so I have to stay here to guard against the emperor!"
……
In no time, several Sword Masters expressed their attitudes swiftly. Before Gongsun Wuzhi could speak, some went into seclusion, some stayed behind, and some discussed the Dao, and now only Sword Master Xiu Ting and Sword Master Feng Qian were left.
Gongsun Wuzhi was about to speak, but after thinking for a while, he couldn't seem to find any reason to refuse, so he accepted it calmly.
The drawback of this incarnation treasure that it can induce emotional calamity is innate, and it is also one of the foundations that can conceal the detection of the Holy Lord. He has no way to eliminate it. If he stubbornly refuses or timidly avoids it, it may backfire.
As long as you can control yourself, you will eventually be able to tell whether it is the causal relationship caused by love or the result of your true love...
Seeing that Gongsun Wuzhi did not refuse indifferently, Xiuting and Feng Qian were immediately delighted, and a faint blush appeared on their beautiful faces.
"Then I'll trouble you all to take care of Yuan Tu Jin Zhu's safety!"
Gongsun Wuzhi's expression became serious, as if he was begging for sincerity, "The life is sincere, the sword is sincere, and I will give you an explanation after I surrender the life sword!" "Even if you say that you want to take the life sword to surrender to the Great Free Emperor, I will believe you and will not be reluctant at all!" Hearing what Daozi said, Zuo Hanming laughed immediately, and his words were sincere.
The other sword masters listened and laughed as if they had heard a very funny joke.
"If you really took the Siming Sword to Xutian, the one who should be worried is probably not us, but the Emperor Zhumai Ruochen!"
"Feng Qian, Xiu Ting, I will leave Wu Zhike to you two, but you must not lose even a little bit..."
Sword Master Xiuting smiled shyly, but Sword Master Fengqian was quite magnanimous and glared back at the other Sword Masters without any weakness.
Soon, the three of them stepped onto the orchid boat and turned into a long red rainbow, shooting towards the direction of the northern border, reflecting the sky and the blue water, reflecting the world and the people, dyeing a brilliant red rhythm, as deep as blood, as sincere as a blade...
I am eager to kill, to get stained by the endless wind and snow, to wash away the endless mountain scenery...
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The weathered middle-aged man stood at the edge of the orchid boat, staring quietly at the world passing by outside the boat. After a long time, he slowly withdrew his gaze.
In the past, if one wanted to travel from the southern region to the northern border, one could only go through the westernmost or eastern border, otherwise one would have to pass through the Central Plains covered by the demonic tide. But now, as Emperor Ruochen of all clans retreated to Xutian, the Central Plains has gradually become clear.
Even just now, he had discovered dozens of magical lights shining in the Central Plains. They were the teams of monks sent by various sects to explore the Central Plains.
The trend of attack and defense is easy!
This time when heading to the Northern Frontier, Yuan Tu Jinzhu's Lanzhou also chose to go directly through the Central Plains from the Cloud Realm.
They are just passing through now, maybe for sixty years, maybe for a hundred years, but no matter how long it takes, the various Tianzong of the human race will eventually gather again in Yongdu, in that picturesque place thousands of miles away, to commemorate those who passed away in the abyss...
"Such a world, such a Central Plains, so beautiful!" Gongsun Wuzhi murmured softly.
“It is very beautiful!”
Xiuting Daojun stood naturally beside Gongsun Wuzhi and gently brushed her hair, "The Central Plains is our ancestral land, how can it not be beautiful? I followed Hongxiu Xiangju to the westernmost part, and then to Yuantu Jinzhu in the southern region, and saw countless beautiful scenery.
But what I often think of are the various sceneries in the Central Plains.
She is only 70% beautiful, but in my memory, she is 100% gorgeous!"
Although Feng Qiandaojun was born in Hualonghai Mansion in the extreme west, cultivators who practice Taoism often cannot avoid the Central Plains, and Yongdu is a must-go. He sighed, "The world is unpredictable. When the seal of heaven was broken by the emperor of the Peeping True Dao, I even thought that I would never be able to return to the Central Plains and Yongdu would be hard to see again! I didn't expect that although it was not easy, I was about to take it back. It was just like a dream."
Gongsun Wuzhi smiled calmly and shook his head gently, "It's not recovered yet, but at least there is an explanation.
To be honest, I have only been to Yongdu a few times. I have only heard of many of its sights but have never seen them. When everything is done, I must take a good look at them, otherwise I will feel sorry for all the hard work I have put in."
"That's good. As a half-landlord, I can accompany you, Wuzhi, to visit the Central Plains." Xiu Ting Dao Jun glanced at her lightly, and his eyes were full of tenderness.
"We think that if we can achieve the status of Yuanshen, we will have enough time to slowly appreciate the beauty of the world. Since Wuzhi is interested, he will definitely come after the end of the abyss, but I should not be left out!"
Feng Qiandaojun turned his beautiful face to the side and looked at Gongsun Wuzhi seriously. His faint smile was naturally very beautiful, but the seriousness in his smile was enough to make people feel guilty.
Gongsun Wuzhi didn't comment and turned away. "It's too far-fetched to talk about this right now. I'd better subdue the Fate Sword first. This is the way to go step by step."
Faced with Gongsun Wuzhi's indifference, the two Sword Masters did not take it as an offense at all. After looking at each other, they covered their mouths and chuckled at the same time.
In this world, since someone has hurt him, there will naturally be someone who will pity him. He looks like a piece of hard stone, but whether it is true or not, he is surrounded by tenderness and transformed by true feelings. How can we not see his true feelings?
All of you sword masters are connected by cause and effect, Gongsun Wuzhi, you can't escape!
Gongsun Wuzhi sat directly in the middle of the Lanzhou. At his level, his inside and outside were clear and bright, reflecting the heaven and earth. As a Shura, he was most sensitive to killing. With two swords of killing to protect his body, even the most powerful demon saint or the most wonderful emperor would never be able to launch a sneak attack on him.
When his mind sank to the deepest part of the spiritual platform, seven balls of light were shining brightly in it. At this moment, the seven souls had already connected with the magical bodies of the seven great free emperors.
The seven souls are corpse dog, hidden arrow, sparrow’s vagina, swallowing thieves, non-poisonous, removing filth, and smelly lungs.
The seven destructions are for the sake of Nianci, trapped in the world, lucky, desperate, killed, killed hatred, and separated from family.
At the moment when Daozi's mind sank into the spiritual platform, something suddenly changed. A faint and sad sound rose up to the sky and turned into a torrential rain, sweeping towards Daozi's true spirit.
This true spirit is condensed after the achievement of the primordial spirit. It is the living embodiment of the primordial spirit's form, the essence reflected by the supernatural powers, and the purest self.
Endless murderous intent suddenly boiled over like the sea, far exceeding the usual murderous intent that was aroused by the hatred of heaven and earth, and the difference was even a hundred times as much.
Jiang Moshu's heart trembled, and he kept his mind calm, but a violent murderous aura emerged out of nowhere, like a rapidly rising tide, which seemed to swallow up everything and drag all the beauty into the abyss.
"I resent it, I hate it, I am unwilling to give in..."
"Why is it so difficult to protect the world? Why did the Emperor betray us? This is not justice..."
"The world has been reduced to a den of demons, and we have been reduced to subordinates. How can this be possible! How can this be possible!"
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Isn't it hated by heaven and earth? Jiang Moshu looked at the many terrifying resentful and murderous thoughts in his spirit and couldn't help but think about it.
The murderous aura aroused by the hatred of heaven and earth is rootless and difficult to distinguish, but it is extremely pure, just like the gurgling clear mountain spring flowing into the river, indistinguishable from each other.
But the murderous intent that erupted at this time was extremely filthy, filled with resentment and violence. It was like a mountain torrent, with great momentum, rolling down, and was about to swallow up all the clean lake water.
Looking at five of the seven light balls, which gradually became dull and dim, and even had a trace of bloody black resentment entangled in them, Jiang Moshu nodded slowly.
It really is the resentment of the heavens! I guess it was the emperor of Ruochen who took action...
Daozi heaved a long sigh of relief. Yingxin's second soul could also be a solution, but this method might pollute the Qilin's wonderful appearance. He would not do this unless it was absolutely necessary.
Fortunately, he still had other ways to block the hidden attack launched by Emperor Zhumai Ruochen.
Jiang Moshu's stern eyes became calm again. Amidst the fierce murderous resentment, a warm and clear light suddenly appeared.
Ten thousand years of warm jade!
(End of this chapter)