World of Cultivation

Without saying anything, Zuo Mo raised his hand and waved the no-empty flag.

The dark iron flagpole carries a large flag as black as ink, with the two red letters "无空" written like swords, almost trying to fly out from the flag body!

As soon as the Wukong flag came out, the sword intent surged, like an invisible hand stirring up a pool of calm spring water. The surrounding air was biting and cold, with undercurrents surging.

Zuo Mo looked at the cultivators getting closer and closer in the sky, and he quickly played various magic tricks with his hands.

The Wu Kong flag above his head suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and countless sword lights of different colors flew out from the flag body, like countless fish of different colors, swimming around Zuo Mo.

Zuo Mo, protected by the sword light, couldn't help but feel brave.

The Wukong Flag is the sect's token, which was jointly refined by several Jindan elders, and contains the sword radiance of various Jindan masters. Due to his limited cultivation, he was unable to exert the maximum power of the Wu Kong Banner, but the sword light of a master of the golden elixir was still an extremely dangerous and terrifying killing blow for the cultivators of the pulse condensation stage.

Fortunately, there are no golden elixir masters among this group of people!

Zuo Mo couldn't help but feel nervous as he stared at the cultivators flying closer and closer in the sky. It was the first time that he faced so many cultivators alone, and it was obvious that they had bad intentions.

However, although he was nervous, he didn't have too many distracting thoughts in his mind. His mind was extremely clear. As long as the other party made the slightest move, he would not hesitate to launch a thunderous strike!

The cultivators in the sky stopped and faced each other from a distance.

Zhang Hao stared at the black flag with hesitant expression.

Zou Han's face was ferocious and twisted, his single eye revealed deep hatred, and his fists clenched loudly.

Wei Rong's face turned pale, and his body was trembling like a bamboo pole. When the others saw the flag, they felt as if they had seen a ghost, with a look of deep fear on their faces, and their bodies could not help but shrink back slightly.

For a time, a group of more than seventy people suddenly fell into a strange dead silence, and there was no sound.

"Boss, I have been with you for ten years, and you know your temper. I don't want to drag everyone down. I will take my revenge on myself. Don't stop me, boss!" Zou Han's voice seemed to come from the depths of Jiuyou, and everyone listened. Everyone's expressions changed drastically, especially those who were as timid as Wei Rong.

Some time ago, the unscrupulous Black Wind Thieves happened to encounter the Wu Kong Sword Sect, and the team led by Wei Sheng was immediately beaten to a pulp and suffered heavy losses. One of Zou Han's eyes and a leg were injured by Wei Sheng.

Wei Sheng's Wu Kong Sword Technique is now a small success, and the sword's intention invades the body. Zou Han has tried all the elixirs, but they can't be cured, and the hatred for Wu Kong Sword Sect is deeply rooted in his bones. He had always thought of revenge, but the only way he could realize it was to meet a lone Wukong Sword Sect disciple and kill him to relieve his anger.

Unexpectedly, I actually met a disciple of Wukong Sword Sect.

Staring at the big flag, Zhang Hao said nothing. He could naturally tell how extraordinary this banner was. This disciple was undoubtedly the core disciple of Wukong Sword Sect. If this Wukong Sword Sect disciple is really killed today, the Wukong Sword Sect will never let it go.

He was almost killed by Wukong Sword Sect before, so how could Zhang Hao not have any resentment in his heart? It's just that he clearly understands the situation. It's the strength of the Black Wind Thief. Looking for trouble with Wu Kongmen is asking for death. If you can endure this tone, nothing will happen. He knew very well that in the eyes of Wukong Jianmen, they didn't take the Black Wind Pirates seriously at all. As long as he didn't provoke them, Wukong Jianmen would never remember that there was such a number one figure as them.

But if Zou Han is allowed to seek revenge alone, what will the other brothers think? Zou Han is the veteran of the Black Wind Thief. He has been with him for ten years and has made countless contributions. If you are so cold, other brothers will be completely disappointed.

When people's hearts are dispersed, the blackbirds will also be dispersed.

Besides, the secret realm...

The secret realm was like a heavy weight, and the balance in Zhang Hao's heart suddenly tilted.

This is the boundary river. Kill this disciple and escape to the small mountain world. No matter how powerful the Wu Kong Sword Sect is, they can't do anything to them. But with these brothers under his command, there is a way to survive wherever he goes.

He never thought about whether he would lose. It took such a long time, but the other party came out alone, and he was still a foundation-building cultivator.

No matter how powerful the Wu Kong flag is,

If such a large group of people can't kill a single foundation-building cultivator, just go back and feed yourself.

What a pity this flag...

He knew clearly that Wu Kong Banner was extraordinary, but he didn't dare to ask for it. A sect magic weapon like this will definitely leave a unique mark on it. Holding it is equivalent to telling others where they are. Wukong Jianmen only needs one Jindan elder to dispatch, which is enough to kill them all.

Zhang Hao took a deep breath, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and said fiercely: "What are you talking about? Our group of people, come and go, we are a fucking family! Wukong Sword Sect is amazing ! We can’t defeat them! But we can’t fucking give in! We were fucked so badly last time, if we have to go around even a little baby, who the hell can afford to humiliate this person?”

Zhang Hao looked around, and many people had a look of shame on their faces. Yes, no matter how powerful the Wukong Sword Sect is, if they even meet one of their disciples and take a detour, it would be really embarrassing if word spread!

Zhang Hao's tone softened slightly: "Where is this? This is the boundary river! As long as you cross the boundary river, you will reach the small mountain boundary! How powerful is his Wu Kong Sword Sect? Can he go to the small mountain boundary to run wild? Hehe, we group of people, when the time comes Wherever the cats go, can they find us?"

Everyone else nodded after hearing this.

Zhang Hao continued to add fuel to the fire, full of incitement: "Secret Realm! Brothers! As long as we catch those three guys, we will be rich! With the spar, we can't be free wherever we go? We are all the same wherever we go. man!"

In just a few words, Zhang Hao suddenly aroused the desire of the group of people. Everyone's eyes were fierce and murderous, and they just wanted to raze Huang Mujiao to the ground immediately!

Feeling that the other party's murderous intent was getting stronger and stronger, Zuo Mo knew that a battle was inevitable, and he didn't take any chances. He didn't know who the other party was, but he was not afraid when he saw Wu Kong Banner. He was definitely not an ordinary cultivator.

With a pair of seventy, he knew that his chances of winning were extremely slim.

But there is nowhere to escape in this vast ocean. Moreover, the junior disciples he brought were all producing cultivators. If he abandoned them, they would only have one fate.

He stopped all other thoughts and stared at the group of murderous cultivators in the sky, feeling a sense of heroism suddenly rise in his heart.

Isn’t it just a fight?

Brother, you guys have a mouth full of broken teeth and blood!

He felt the blood boiling all over his body and the fighting spirit surging in his chest.

Just as he was about to activate the Heavenly Ring and Moon Ming Formation, he suddenly let out a soft sigh, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Sky Ring Moon Ming Array...

The disciples of Wukong Jianmen gathered together, and everyone looked calm. The only one who was calmer was probably Gongsun Cha. Even Chun Yucheng's face turned a little pale.

"Where did this group of people come from? How dare they attack our Wukong Sword Sect! Aren't they afraid of our pursuit?" Chun Yucheng's voice trembled.

Gongsun Chai sneered: "This group of people must be bandits, I don't know which band they are. Hunt them down? How to hunt them down? If they run into the small mountain realm, the sect will have nothing to do."

"What can we do...what can we do..." Chun Yucheng said.

Gongsun Cha shrugged and spread his white palms: "Just look at Senior Brother Zuo."

"Senior Brother Zuo is the only one..."

"There is no other way, just accept your fate."

About dozens of miles away from Arangmu Reef, among a group of white clouds, a group of people were also staring at Araki Reef in the distance.

"Haha, now it's interesting. Who do you think has a chance of winning?" the yellow-faced man said with a smile.

Next to him, stood a cultivator in black clothes. He was as skinny as wood and had sinister eyes. He was clearly the ghost wind who had appeared in the sword trial. On the other side, he had an indifferent expression, his hair was as straight as a wire, and his collarbone was made of copper rings.

The other cultivators looked at the three in awe, subconsciously keeping a distance from them.

Gui Feng's eyes were dark green, and his cultivation was obviously much deeper than before. His voice was hoarse: "He has no pulse." The implication was self-evident. He still has no clue as to the origin of the yellow-faced man, and it is extremely mysterious. He only knew that the Yellow Han man called himself Fu Feng.

What he practiced was the "Little Ghost Sword", which was an extremely partial sword technique. Although he has great talent, the "Little Ghost Sword" is already incomplete, making it even more difficult to advance further. At this moment, Fu Feng came up with a trick to recruit him. "Nine Ghost Nail Curse", a mental technique whose name he had never heard before, made him choose to join it without hesitation.

But when he saw Chang Heng, he couldn't help but feel slightly shocked. He estimated that Chang Heng was in a similar situation to his, but he didn't know what Fu Feng was thinking about Chang Heng.

As for the other groups of foundation-building cultivators, he didn't take them seriously. He actually felt that it was quite unnecessary. With him and Chang Heng around, these thirty-six foundation-building cultivators could not play any role at all. The problems that the three of them can't solve, plus these thirty-six foundation-building cultivators, can't solve them, but will slow them down.

These thirty-six foundation-building cultivators were all recruited by Fu Feng, and Gui Feng would not bring trouble upon himself.

"What do you think?" Fu Feng turned to Chang Heng and asked.

Chang Heng said calmly: "Zuo Mo Sheng."

"Hey, you really have full confidence in him." Fu Feng said with a somewhat surprised smile. Fu Feng's appearance is unremarkable, extremely ordinary, but his demeanor and demeanor have a power that shocks people's hearts.

When Gui Feng heard this, he felt quite dissatisfied. This is not a sword trial. Zhang Hao and his group of squid thieves are all extremely vicious people. This is a battle to the death. A foundation-building cultivator, not to mention winning, can be proud of being able to resist for a few hours.

But he didn't say anything. He was still quite afraid. There was no need to have a grudge against the other party over such an insignificant issue. His strength has increased greatly during this period, and Chang Heng's increase in strength is probably not inferior to his own.

Fu Feng did not dwell on this issue. He glanced at both sides of the confrontation from a distance and said in a calm tone: "No matter how they win or lose, we still need to get the exact information about the secret realm from Zhang Hao and the others."

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