The other monks from the three gates seemed to be frozen in mid-air, no one moved, and they remained silent.
After the swordsman in black appeared, even Tuoba Feng, who had been so ferocious and arrogant just now, calmed down, with a hint of fear deep in his eyes.
The scene that everyone expected did not appear.
On the contrary, under the gaze of countless eyes, the black-clothed swordsman passed through the feet of the three gates step by step, unhurriedly.
This distance is not too long for a cultivator.
Whether it is unfolding the body technique or walking with the sword, it only takes more than a hundred breaths.
However, this swordsman in black walked for a full quarter of an hour!
What’s even more weird is that during the whole process, no one came forward to stop it, and no one even spoke.
It was like everyone was being held by the throat!
Murong Wushuang frowned slightly, looking at the swordsman in black with an inexplicable emotion in his eyes, like pity, like admiration, like worry... it was complicated and hard to understand.
The swordsman in black was completely unaware of the burning gazes of the people around him.
His eyes were a little distracted, as if he couldn't find the focus. He walked step by step, still unhurriedly, maintaining his own pace, and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.
"Who is this person?"
The many monks who were watching were not fools either, and they gradually came to their senses.
"There is only one difference between the four great clans, and this person is most likely the genius of the Lonely Clan!"
"When you said this, I remembered that the Dugu clan actually had a terrifying sword cultivator in the Golden Core Realm, named Gu Lonely Sword, who was born for the sword."
"I have heard of him too. It is said that this man is lonely, has no relatives, and no friends. For decades, he has only a black sheath long sword by his side. He has truly reached the state of 'having nothing but the sword' .”
Hearing the commotion around him, Bai Yuhan whispered: "Dong Qing, it seems that the Dugu clan has given up the fight for Zhu Guo, otherwise they would not have sent just one person here."
"not necessarily."
Mu Dongqing shook his head and said: "When Zhu Guo was born, only one or two people came. Apart from us who gave up fighting for Zhu Guo and planned to fish in troubled waters, there is another possibility."
"What?" Bai Yuhan asked.
"This man is so scary that he doesn't even need help from others!"
In mid-air, the moment he saw the swordsman in black appeared, Tuoba Feng had already put away the golden elixir phenomenon.
After the black-clothed swordsman completely disappeared, Tuoba Feng breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "I was still thinking that when the three great clans gathered together, why didn't I see the Dugu family? It turned out that this person was paralyzed."
The swordsman in black always had an expressionless face, and the words "paralysis" were naturally just Tuoba Feng's words of ridicule.
Not far away, a monk couldn't help but smile and said: "Facial paralysis, hehe, it's really appropriate."
"Um?"
Murong Wushuang's face darkened and she turned around slightly.
I saw her saying nothing, waving her big sleeves, and a rainbow light passed suddenly, disappeared into the monk's eyebrows in an instant, and disappeared.
There was a pop.
This man's head exploded, blood splattered everywhere, and he fell to the ground and died!
The cultivators were in an uproar.
The monk next to him turned pale with fright, and subconsciously stepped back, looking at the murderous and beautiful woman standing on the ancient chariot in the sky with lingering fear.
Murong Wushuang had a cold face and said slowly: "Are the people from the four great clans also the ones you can make fun of?"
No one answered.
Tuoba Feng, Yuwen Wujia, and Murong Wushuang stood in the sky, like stars over the moon, radiating light, as if gods had come to the world and looked down upon the eight wastelands!
Under such pressure, who dares to speak out
Murong Wushuang turned his head, glanced at Tuoba Feng, and said coldly: "Tuoba Feng, don't blame me for not reminding you. It's best to watch your mouth, and be careful of trouble coming from your mouth!"
"ha!"
After the black-clothed swordsman left, Tuoba Feng regained his arrogance and laughed, "Do you want to take care of it? I can say whatever I like!"
"good!"
Murong Wushuang's eyes were cold and he said: "You are so brave, go to Dugu now and repeat what you just said!"
Tuoba Feng's face was gloomy and he snorted, but did not refute.
Murong Wushuang breathed a long sigh of relief, calmed down, and said calmly: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, there is news that all the top ten inheritance disciples from the Northern Territory have come down the mountain."
Hearing these words, Tuoba Feng and Yuwen Wujia frowned.
"It's not that easy to pick the vermilion fruit and become the king of the Northern Territory's Golden Core Realm! There's a chance that descendants of the ancient aristocratic families in the Northern Territory will show up!"
After saying these words, Murong Wushuang waved his hand and led dozens of chariots behind him to speed towards the ruins of Daqian.
Tuoba Feng and Yuwen Wujia also calmed down, tacitly chose to give up the fight and left.
In the blink of an eye, the sky above the edge of the ruins became calm again.
"Hey! With all the heroes vying for the throne, it seems that even the geniuses of the four great clans may not be able to pick the red fruit."
"That's right, haven't you heard that all the top ten inheritance disciples from the Northern Territory are here? By then, there will definitely be a battle between geniuses!"
"It seems that this red fruit is not only a treasure of heaven and earth, but also has a deeper meaning. Whoever competes for the red fruit will be the number one real person in the Northern Territory!"
"In another twenty years, the intermediate ancient battlefield will begin. This time all the major sects will gather together, and the geniuses of the Northern Territory will have to compete."
Listening to the discussions around them, Mu Dongqing and Bai Yuhan looked at each other with solemn expressions.
The situation in Daqian Ruins was even more chaotic and terrifying than the two of them imagined!
"What are the top ten visits?" Bai Yuhan asked.
Mu Dongqing showed a look of reminiscence and said: "I heard the Nascent Soul Lord in the palace mention it once accidentally. It is said that there are 108 sects under the Immortal Sect, Demonic Sect, and Buddhist Sect, and most of them are gathered in Zhongzhou. , there are relatively few scattered in the four regions of southeast, northwest and northwest, and there are ten in the northern region.”
"What kind of sect can be called a 'sect'?"
"Not sure."
Mu Dongqing shook his head and said: "It is said that the sect forces known as the 'come to the sect' must be in charge of a powerful combination!"
Powerful combination!
Bai Yuhan was shocked when he heard these four words.
There are nine realms of cultivation, including Qi Condensation, Foundation Building, Golden Pill, Nascent Soul, Return to the Void, Dharma Appearance, Combination, Mahayana, and the legendary Overcoming Tribulation.
The reason why the Great Zhou Dynasty was able to establish a dynasty that lasted for nearly ten thousand years was because the King of the Great Zhou Dynasty had a Dharma Prime Minister sitting in charge.
How terrifying will the power of a powerful combination be
How many Dharma-Xiang Taoists will there be under his sect
What kind of strength will the genius under his sect have
Only by truly leaving Dazhou can we know that there is a sky beyond the sky and feel the horror of the entire world of cultivation.
If we enter Zhongzhou, the birthplace of cultivation, where cultivation civilization is at its most prosperous, and where all the super sects and forces gather, what kind of vast scene will it be