"W-What's going on?"
"Why do I feel like I've heard a great secret? Is it the Ghost King Clan that's doing something, or is it Bafang City that's doing something..."
"What does Zhong Lanling mean?"
"Do you understand?"
"I thought he was a mysterious master trained somewhere, but I didn't expect he was picked up! I was wondering, how did he suddenly appear..."
"What development..."
Outside the Eighteen Layers of Hell, in the Seventy-Two Cities of the Extreme Realm, everyone was dumbfounded.
Seeing that someone had already entered the seventeenth floor, the matter of Ding Yuan should be settled soon. The moment Jianchou met Zhong Lanling, they almost thought that a fight would break out the next moment.
Who would have thought that they would actually start chatting, and the topic was so vague!
Especially...
Zhong Lanling's self-narration of his origins and experiences actually made people feel creepy. He actually woke up from the Yin-Yang battlefield in the Extreme Domain, and it seemed to be related to a big secret in the Extreme Domain!
At this time, Ding Zheng's attention is gradually increasing.
As soon as this incident came out, it immediately sparked heated discussions among all parties. Smart people have begun to speculate whether the Eight Directions Hell Palace has something to do with this incident, and what is the identity of the mysterious old man who gave Zhong Lanling to the Ghost King Clan...
The core area of Fengdu City was filled with shock.
The clan that resides here is the strongest of the ten major ghost clans, the Ghost King Clan. The meeting hall is located in the deepest part of a dark building.
Sitting on several chairs made of giant animal bones were several elders who were discussing the current competition for the cauldron.
They had just been discussing the possibility of Zhong Lanling winning, but who would have thought that such a thing would suddenly happen.
The elder sitting at the head of the group was so angry that he slammed his head and said, "What on earth does this monster want to do? He, he actually... He is heartless!"
King Qin Guang and Emperor Song both said that without a heart, one cannot infuse consciousness and cannot survive. But in the end, Zhong Lanling survived like a miracle, and now he has found another powerful enemy in the Dingzhan to ask about this matter!
Shouldn't he just kill the female cultivator in front of him? !
If this gets out...
God knows if this will cause any trouble!
Seeing how furious he was, the elders around him looked at each other in bewilderment.
The existence of Zhong Lanling was actually a secret to them, and only a few elders in the clan knew about it...
The relationship between the ten major ghost clans and the Eight Directions Yama Palace has always been delicate.
Judging from the tone of Zhong Lanling's narration just now, this matter might be related to the Eight Directions Hell Palace.
I just don't know what the situation is...
Everyone became curious for a moment.
But they didn't know that even in the Eight Directions Hell Palace, not everyone knew about this matter, so much so that when they heard about this matter, some people actually said "Huh", stood up, and asked King Qin Guang: "What's going on?"
There are eight seats, and one is vacant.
What's missing is the city king Jiang Chang who left long ago. She had left before the old woman from the Snow Region perished, and she won't show up now.
King Qin Guang was sitting on the throne at the moment, one hand on the armrest, and he saw the boat on the river in the picture. His eyes fell on Zhong Lanling, and he laughed: "It's just a failed defective product. Old Su said it's okay. It's human nature to trace the source now. Maybe it's also affected by the residual soul fragments of those Yashan monks. King Taishan seems to think something is wrong?"
Mr. Su refers to Su Daozi, the master of refining equipment in the extreme realm.
That is the one who made the Heaven-Devouring and Earth-Swallowing Void Demon Umbrella.
As he spoke, King Qin Guang turned his head and looked in the direction where he had just raised the question.
The Sixth Palace, King of Mount Tai.
His burly figure was like a small mountain, his fiery red hair was burning like magma, and each strand was like a steel needle, and he looked like a tough guy.
He has a serious face, but a somewhat honest look.
Hearing what King Qin Guang said, he seemed to be not quite satisfied. His thick eyebrows frowned and he said unceremoniously: "King Qin Guang, you may have forgotten it? I didn't know anything about this matter from beginning to end! Why are you bothering those thousands of souls on Yashan? It's only been six hundred years since the Yin-Yang War. What are you trying to do now?!"
"… "
There was total silence in the hall.
After a long time, the King of Chujiang in the Second Hall leaned against the back of the throne and said lazily and slowly: "King Taishan, please be patient. You forgot that once you were in seclusion for cultivation, and we were discussing something, but you didn't show up. We were discussing this."
In the third hall, Emperor Song had no expression on his old face, and he didn't even seem to feel the explosive atmosphere in the hall at all.
He just looked at the scene, gazing at the female cultivator opposite Zhong Lanling.
"Anyway, the thousand cultivators in Yashan are just spirits. They have been dealt with now, so there is nothing to investigate. But as for this female cultivator, why should Zhong Lanling ask her for confirmation when there are so many others to ask?"
This question hits the nail on the head.
Putting aside Zhong Lanling's background, it was really suspicious that he said for no reason that he felt a familiar aura on Jianchou.
Yashan Qianxiu's soul was torn into thousands of pieces.
Zhong Lanling's soul was made up of these fragments. It should have been sewn into a powerful monster, but because the fragment in his heart failed to be inlaid, it became what it is now.
He could sense a familiar aura, could it be...
The Fourth Hall's Coroner Wang was holding his cat, with a sly smile on his pale face: "This female cultivator must have some strange relationship with Yashan, so Zhong Lanling would feel familiar with her."
The King of Hell in the Fifth Hall pulled his beard and said nothing.
The remaining young Chakravartin of the Eighth Hall narrowed his eyes and looked at King Qin Guang: "There are too many mysterious things about this female cultivator. I wonder if King Qin Guang..."
“No hurry.”
Prince Qin Guang supported his forehead with one hand, a bright and dark deep purple light flashed in his eyes, and his voice was deep, but it was the same sentence he had said before in reply to Emperor Song.
"It's already the last two levels. Once Ding Yuan is out and we get out of the Eighteen Levels of Hell, it won't be too late to deal with her then."
On the screen, the female cultivator with the secret has opened her eyes again.
She didn't look too different.
Perhaps it was because what Zhong Lanling said was so shocking, or perhaps it was because what he mentioned involved the Yin-Yang world war that most people were reluctant to talk about, so there was unexpected silence all around.
The air was filled with the rich aroma of fish soup.
But Chen Tingyan and others were no longer in the mood to pay attention, because even though the distance was a bit far, they still heard what Zhong Lanling had just said.
Zhang Tang, who knew Jianchou's origin, had a hint of worry in his eyes, fearing that many people outside the Eighteen Levels of Hell had already seen some clues.
Chen Tingyan, who knew nothing about it, was stunned, and even Gu Ling beside him felt scared.
Only Fu Chaosheng was holding a long-handled spoon in his hand, stirring the pot gently.
The snow-white fish soup has a bright color.
It's almost drinkable.
"Feel sorry."
When he opened his eyes, the murderous intent in Jianchou's eyes was completely hidden, leaving only a hint of genuine apology.
She looked at Zhong Lanling and said in a calm and certain voice, "I have thought about it carefully, but I really don't know anything about this matter. I don't know the people that Brother Zhong mentioned, and I have no connection with them."
"Then... Fellow Daoist Jianchou, don't you think there is something familiar about me?"
There was a hint of disappointment in Zhong Lanling's eyes.
Then, beneath those deep eyes, that hint of loneliness became even heavier.
Jianchou lowered his eyes and shook his head: "If I felt that there was something familiar about you, I would not have run away after you rescued me at the top of the Ice Prison for the first time. As for the fact that I have a familiar aura that you feel is familiar to you..."
The voice paused slightly, and she seemed to be thinking.
At last, he laughed and said without any flaws: "Fellow Daoist Zhong may not know that when I entered the Dingzheng, I was only at the Soul Pearl Realm and my strength was very weak, so I brought many magical instruments and many killer maces. But because of the variety, I have not had time to examine them one by one, and their origins are not clear. Perhaps, one of these items, like fellow Daoist's zither, came from the underworld, or from the Yin-Yang battlefield?"
Fu Chaosheng, who was standing aside, looked at Jianchou with a strange look in his eyes.
Because, only he knows—
Jianchou is lying.
In contrast, all the expressions on Zhong Lanling's face suddenly became silent.
In the fight for the throne, they are all enemies.
Seeing that Chou had ventured all the way to the seventeenth floor, it was already inappropriate for him to come and ask about it. Now that she said the reason might be the magic weapon she was carrying, he could not ask her to show him all her magic weapons.
At this point, you should give up.
After all, Jianchou came from the City of the Dead, and her origin and identity should be recorded. Even if she really had been to the Yin-Yang battlefield, it might be related to those things, but she was unwilling to say it, and no one could do anything about it.
Zhong Lanling finally stood up, holding the zither, and bowed to Jianchou: "In that case, it is Zhong who disturbed Daoist Jianchou and made him listen to my nonsense."
"Brother Daoist Zhong, you are too polite. After all, I was at the top of the Ice Prison and was saved by Brother Daoist Zhong. There is nothing wrong with chatting with him now."
Jianchou also stood up and returned the greeting.
"We have already reached the seventeenth level of hell, but I wonder if Brother Zhong wants to fight for the Ding Yuan himself or help others fight for the Ding Yuan?"
If you look at the nebula atlas, you will know that there are only a few cultivators left in the Ghost King clan.
Pan Hexun, the original favorite to win the championship, had been turned into smoke and ashes by Jianchou's Heaven-Swallowing and Earth-Devouring Void Demon Umbrella. The other dark horse, "Li Han", was on the boat at this moment.
When Jianchou asked this question, almost everyone in and outside the Eighteen Layers of Hell screamed in surprise: No one expected that she would still be thinking about this while talking to Zhong Lanling! Was she trying to win over Zhong Lanling
Everyone immediately became nervous.
Even the people on the boat were surprised.
Everyone looked at Zhong Lanling.
Zhong Lanling himself did not expect that Jianchou would ask such a question. This seemed to further prove that Jianchou might have nothing to do with his origin.
Because she was concerned about Ding Zheng from the beginning to the end.
The look in front of him was calm, and the invitation seemed very formal. But when he turned his eyes, he could see "Li Han" holding a soup spoon over there.
This "fellow tribe member" whose place was taken by the sudden appearance of me.
The previous battle was still etched in his mind. Li Han did not hide his hostility towards him at the time, and he did not even want him to get close to Jianchou.
With such a person around, Ding Yuan should have nothing to worry about.
Just see whether "Li Han" wants to win Ding Yuan himself or help Jianchou win Ding Yuan.
In just a flash of thought, Zhong Lanling smiled slightly, stood barefoot at the bow, and declined politely: "I will not fight for Ding Yuan, nor help others to fight for Ding Yuan. I am only prepared to stay on this level. I hope to see you, fellow Daoist Chou, and have a smooth journey ahead."
“…Thank you very much.”
There seemed to be a sigh hidden in Jianchou's voice.
He clenched the Six Meridians Spirit Mirror in his sleeve, but eventually he slowly loosened it.
Zhong Lanling just said "goodbye" and turned into a faint breeze just like when he got on the boat, and disappeared among the overlapping green hills on the shore, and soon disappeared without a trace.
Only Jianchou was still standing at the bow of the boat.
She couldn't tell what she felt inside.
He wanted to kill.
Not only did he want to kill Jiyu and Bafang Yandian, he even wanted to kill Zhong Lanling, because he should not exist in this world.
It is not even a person, nor a soul.
Even consciousness...
Or perhaps it doesn't belong to him either.
But she didn't do it after all.
At this moment, only the body is cold.
She couldn't help but imagine the conspiracy behind this incident, the tragic truth behind it, and everything that would happen in the future...
There is also a kind of oppression of not being able to take revenge temporarily.
All around me, there is the sound of splashing water.
In the middle of the boat, there was the sound of a soup spoon hitting the edge of the pot. A strong aroma was also emitted, and Fu Chaosheng's voice rang out: "The soup is ready."
When Jianchou heard the voice, he turned around with no expression on his face.
Fu Chaosheng had already taken out a set of coarse porcelain bowls from somewhere, put them down, filled one of them with soup to seven-tenths, picked it up and looked at it, then said to Jianchou, "Want a bowl of soup?"
Chen Tingyan: “…”
Zhang Tang: “…”
Gu Ling: “…” Let’s line up together.
Jianchou had guessed it when he saw him catching fish and setting the pot, but he didn't know why he was going to cook soup at this time.
Seeing the bowl being handed to her, she still moved her feet, walked over and took it in her hands.
"Thank you very much."
The fish soup was warm and the soup bowl was also hot.
Jianchou's cold fingers finally touched a trace of warmth. She sat casually on the boat, right in front of the soup pot, holding the soup bowl in both hands, silent and silent.
Fu Chaosheng then casually served a few bowls of soup and handed them to Gu Ling and Chen Tingyan. Finally, he looked at Zhang Tang who had been standing aside without moving.
At this moment, Zhang Tang was also looking at him.
In other words, this powerful and cruel official of the former Great Xia had been watching him all the way.
Facing the person who was framed and killed by him, Fu Chaosheng did not feel any guilt in his heart.
Not of the same species.
The concepts of right and wrong are also completely different.
He just thought it was interesting.
So Fu Chaosheng held a bowl of soup in his hand and handed it to Zhang Tang: "Master Zhang, please—"
Zhang Tang's cold and sharp eyes swept across his face.
"Li Han" is moody, and his pair of glass-like blue eyes hide a feeling that makes him extremely uncomfortable.
This action is almost a provocation.
He stood there, not moving for a moment.
But Fu Chaosheng never took his hand away. He just looked at him with an almost playful smile on his lips.
Either it's close or it's provocative.
Zhang Tang vaguely confirmed something.
He lowered his eyes, and the dark official robe covered him, making him look so unkind. But he reached out his hand, and without saying a word, he took the soup bowl from Fu Chaosheng.
When their eyes met, they could hear drums and horns clanging and swords and knives flashing.
But it went out in the blink of an eye.
Fu Chaosheng loosened his grip, and the bowl of soup fell into Zhang Tang's hands.
He sat down again, facing Jianchou. There was a pot between them. There was no fire, but the soup was boiling, and a cooked fish was lying in it.
The last bowl of soup was poured into the last soup bowl by Fu Chaosheng and held in his own hands.
After taking a bite, it should be okay this time.
But he looked across and saw Jianchou holding the bowl of soup but not drinking it, so he asked with a smile, not a smile, not a mockery, "Daoyou Jianchou, you actually let that Zhong Lanling go. Are you moved by compassion?"
This is a question to Jianchou as to why he didn't kill Zhong Lanling.
To others, this sentence was perfectly normal. After all, they were all rivals, and Li Han had an old grudge against Zhong Lanling. It was indeed a little strange that Jianchou didn't attack Zhong Lanling.
But to Jianchou, these words had another meaning.
She knew Zhong Lanling's background, guessed some of the secrets behind him, and even suspected that there were many people like him, or in other words, there were "interested" people, "successful" groups...
Fu Chaosheng also knew.
In fact, he knew it earlier.
Jianchou closed his eyes slightly, and finally took a sip. His body temperature gradually returned to normal, but his heart was still cold: "I wanted to kill him, but his final answer was to withdraw. I won't kill anyone who doesn't want to fight."
What is pieced together on Zhong Lanling's body are the soul fragments of Yashan Qianxiu!
As soon as she saw him, she felt a chill in her heart, nausea and horror, and as if she was suffering from heart-wrenching pain, but was this person wrong
Although he should not exist in this world, he has not done anything sinful.
Even though he might do it later...
But the evil deeds in the world must be judged by their “traces”.
How could she kill someone based on speculation
I really can't explain how I feel inside.
She could only find an excuse that was barely acceptable and that Fu Chaosheng could understand, and explained the reason.
Fu Chaosheng shook his head and sighed: "Mercy..."
This is also a trait he does not understand.
The characteristics of "human beings".
But he did not ask about this matter anymore. He just used a spoon to poke the fish in the soup pot and hit the fish head casually. One of the fish's eyes was affected by the force and popped out.
"Thu."
With a slight sound, Fu Chaosheng had already caught it in his palm easily.
"The fish in this water are also of a different species. Even their eyes look extraordinary..."
The grayish-white fish eye was twisted between his fingers, and the faint aura flowing out was indeed a little different.
Fu Chaosheng's eyes fell on it, he played with it for a while, and suddenly snapped his fingers. The fish eye flew out with a "whoosh" sound and shot towards Jianchou's face!
Jianchou frowned and raised her hand, but her movements were as fast as the wind. In the blink of an eye, the fish eye had been caught by her and grasped in her palm!
"I heard that eating more fish eyes can clear your mind and improve your eyesight. I am just trying out Daoist Jianchou's skills, please don't mind."
Fu Chaosheng looked at her with deep meaning in his eyes.
Borrow a fish eye, return a fish eye.
This fish eye is that fish eye.
The moment the fish eye fell into her palm, Jianchou knew that this was the cosmic eye that she had obtained from the fish eye's grave at Zuo Sanqian's meeting in the past.
It can be seen from ancient times to the present.
This was originally borrowed by Fu Chaosheng.
But now he took this opportunity to come back.
But she couldn't control it at all, and...
Turning his eyes, Jianchou looked up at Fu Chaosheng, but shook his head, and actually let go, returning the fish eye to him: "My heart is clear, I don't need to use my eyes to clear it. But fellow Daoist Li Han, you are moody and kill people at will. You must know that the road ahead is difficult and dangerous. You should also eat more fish eyes to clear your eyes and mind."
"… "
At this moment, Fu Chaosheng suddenly felt very subtle.
The road ahead is difficult.
He smiled slightly: "Thank you for your concern, Daoist Fellow Jianchou..."
To others, this smile revealed a sense of evil and wantonness.
After all, he had just asked Jianchou why he didn't kill Zhong Lanling, and this conversation sounded like a precursor to an impending breakdown.
Everyone else on the boat became secretly alert, and the atmosphere became a little tense.
But Jianchou was drinking soup, and Fu Chaosheng was also drinking soup.
No one had any intention of taking action.
Chen Tingyan looked around and finally noticed something was wrong, but then he changed his mind and glanced at the tripod ring on his finger. He suddenly said, "Zhong Lanling took a shortcut, where are the others?"
Jianchou frowned and focused his mind on the tripod ring to check the current situation.
"Logically, we should be in the front..."
But the time they spent passing through the middle ten levels was really too long, long enough for many people to have adventures, and also long enough for some unexpected changes to occur.
If there is someone like Zhong Lanling who surpasses them, it is not impossible.
Therefore, the important thing is to check how many people are still in the dispute and who they are.
There is no need to mention their team; Zhong Lanling, who just left, is also safe and sound; in addition, there is Sima Languan, who almost fought with Jianchou before, and can be said to be the number one rival among those who remained.
"I'm afraid there are still many people from the Zen and Esoteric Buddhism who are still alive. But both sects regard Dingzheng as a place for enlightenment and cultivation, so it shouldn't pose any threat to us..."
Chen Tingyan was also looking at the nebula scroll and analyzing it accordingly.
Everyone agrees with this.
But when Gu Ling heard the word "Tantra", she had already tightly grasped Xiumei, and there was even a hint of murderous intent on her young face.
The old woman’s death is still a shadow in her heart.
Jianchou glanced at her but said nothing in the end: She herself was unwilling to let go of her hatred, and did not agree to let go of hatred, so how could he persuade her
So, after just a glance, she withdrew her gaze and focused on the nebula scroll again.
The sparsely arranged statues look like rare stars.
There aren't many left.
The third round of the fight was truly a feast of bloodshed.
Jianchou's feeling was indescribable for a moment. When he was about to put away the Nebula Atlas and plan the next move with everyone, his mind suddenly paused -
"This person..."
A statue of a man, with a noble bearing, like the bright moon in the sky.
Among the few remaining "living people", such an appearance actually gives people a feeling of standing out from the crowd.
Jianchou saw the name: Smilax glabra.
Almost no one who can survive to this day is a simple person.
Especially in that melee, the stronger ones should have appeared. Even Zhong Lanling, who did not appear at that time, was seen by Jianchou just now, and was encountered by Fu Chaosheng very early.
But only this Shanglu...
Jianchou's brows suddenly furrowed, and he asked everyone, "I have no impression of this person. Have you ever met him?"
Zhang Tang also frowned.
Chen Tingyan and Gu Ling both shook their heads, obviously they had never seen it either.
Only Fu Chaosheng remembered the "Pan Hexun" he met in front of the "Reincarnation Code" before, and smiled and said: "This—"
The words came to an abrupt end after just two words came out of his mouth.
His pupils suddenly shrank, and at this moment, without hesitation, he jumped up. His wide navy blue sleeves seemed to turn into bat wings, and like a dark cloud, he overturned towards the sparkling river surface!
“Bang, bang, bang!”
A powerful spiritual force pushed the river surface down three inches. Then, the surrounding water surface suddenly exploded!
Waves dozens of feet high splashed up!
At this moment, dozens of figures in red or white clothes suddenly shouted in unison and had to rise up along with the huge waves!
Snowland Tantra!
The clothing and style were so impressive that Jianchou could clearly tell the identity of each person without even seeing their face!
These people actually emerged from the river!
ambush
Jianchou couldn't be sure, but he had noticed that these dozen people were connected by light blue light.
A strange and unfamiliar force was transmitted between the bodies of these dozen monks through the light.
This is…
Formation
And it’s a terrifying formation!
Jianchou's mood was already extremely bad at the moment, let alone seeing this annoying Snowland Tantric Sect, and encountering such despicable means!
“It’s you!”
Gu Ling, who had been silent throughout the whole process, finally shouted angrily. Her big eyes immediately turned red, and flames ignited around her body. She actually pounced directly towards one of the dozen figures!
Dozens of monks stared at the people on the boat with cold eyes.
They had expressions of hatred on their faces, and even when they saw Gu Ling coming, they couldn't help but sneer: They killed a Buddhist mother who betrayed the Tantric Buddhism, and now there is a little one to avenge her!
"court death!"
For some reason, the still-alive Zong Tu did not appear among the group.
The leader now was a monk with a gloomy face. He raised his hand to seal and slapped Gu Ling high up: "Boom!"
“Be careful!”
Seeing that the Six Meridians Divine Mirror was in his hand, he was ready to strike out immediately!
But unexpectedly, there was someone who was faster than her - Fu Chaosheng next to her, his pale right hand was completely covered with black scales, even the fingernails had turned black!
Ghost claw!
The Dharmakaya of Acalanatha of the Ghost King Clan!
Of course Fu Chaosheng imitated him very well. He blocked in front of Jianchou and at the same time swung his claw at the leading monk with unparalleled ferocity!
"I'll handle this place. We are close to the eighteenth floor. It's important for you to hurry up!"
Hurry up...
Just as Jianchou was about to stop an attack, he saw Fu Chaosheng flying into the formation and moving around in front of him.
Worthy of being a great demon!
Even though he was disguised as Li Han and had to suppress his cultivation to the Jade Nirvana Stage, the murderousness and innate cruelty in his movements were far beyond those of ordinary cultivators.
Just by looking at it, she felt secretly frightened.
Of course Gu Ling is fine now.
But the formation in front of them was still tricky. Several Tantric Buddhists rushed directly towards the boat, and Zhang Tang and Chen Tingyan immediately engaged them in battle.
Each person is connected to a formation, and the formation is constantly expanding as their range of movement expands!
Fu Chaosheng is right—
She can't wait!
Tantric Buddhist practitioners have already appeared and are lying in ambush here. If we delay any longer, we will never be able to describe what the eighteen levels of hell are like.
She did not forget the strategy she had set for herself.
Reach the eighteenth level of hell as quickly as possible.
There is the Shi Tian Creation Array there, and since she is originally a living person, as long as she takes out her physical body and unites her body and soul, she can easily pass through the array and return to the Nineteen Continents!
The light in Jianchou's eyes flickered and then faded. But the decision was just a flash of thought: "Then I'll trouble you."
“Hula!”
The cold wind from the river suddenly blew in my face, as sharp as a knife!
Jianchou flew up directly, and his whole body turned into a flash of lightning. He flew away from the boat and broke out of the encirclement of the Tantric Buddhist practitioners!
Amidst the waves, she rushed towards the end of the river!
The surrounding mountains and rivers, which seemed like a fairyland on earth, were flying past at the edge of her vision.
In the blink of an eye, it's already thirty miles away!
But just as she saw the end of the river and the prison of the Desire Realm at the end of the sky, a soft laugh suddenly came, floating in the air and spreading all over the surface of the river.
"Sister Jianchou, why are you leaving so fast?"
It was Zongtu's voice.
But the tone was slightly different from Zongtu's.
Seeing that his brows suddenly turned cold and wrinkled, although he didn't see any trace of his movements, he had already slashed towards his left side with a mirror!
"boom!"
An illusory light flashed by, and was caught by a blooming red lotus.
The figure of the red-robed monk slowly emerged from the red lotus. His eyes were solemn and sacred, as if he was inviolable, distant and clean.
The golden patterns on the edge of his red robe added a bit of awe to him.
The Buddhist beads hanging around his neck were now held in his hands: "Senior Sister Jianchou, I am honored."
Zongtu…
Jianchou's figure was forced to stop, and his clothes fluttered as he hovered in the air above the river. For a moment, he felt absurd.
"You are not Zongtu."
"oh?"
"Zongtu" seemed a little surprised. He just put his hands together and a smile appeared on his solemn face.
"Qian Nuo! Could it be that Senior Sister Jianchou was so anxious that she couldn't even recognize the Zongtu?"
Jianchou had a blank expression on her face. Behind her was the sound of Fu Chaosheng, Zhang Tang and others fighting with others, but she was not worried about their lives at all. Instead, she was worried about the man in front of her...
"Fellow Daoist Shang Lu, are you in such a hurry to 'go on the road'? I'll give you a ride—"
"Okay?"