In the stone hut west of Yunwai Valley, clouds and mists surging on the scroll behind Master Li Su, making it difficult to see the situation of Cangwu.

Half a month passed, and people outside Cangwu only knew that great changes had occurred in the Cangwu realm, and those Qi-refining men in the Heavenly Palace who had not yet returned to Cangwu were still trapped in it. At this time, someone finally petitioned Master Li Su: "Please ask the saint to take action and rescue the tribe."

"I will take action, but not now." Master Li Su finally made a promise to make everyone feel relieved. "At present, half of Cangwu has fallen into the control of Zhizong. If I take action at will, I cannot save people, and I will suffer. Only by taking advantage of the six pillars to finally refine the last step in the Cangwu Realm, I will lead the long river of Fuli Avenue to bring back the people of the tribe."

"The saint is eager to be kind to the saint." The petitioner couldn't help but say ashamed.

Everyone discussed each other again, and many people shook their heads and sighed. Although it was a blessing for the saint to take action, the seven masters of the True Shape Realm who attacked the Hao Palace might not be able to come back. These seven true Shapes were all great masters who started the sect, but they died in this battle, which really hurt Fu Li's vitality. Although the saints were extraordinary, they were not immortal. If a saint breaks the void, transforms into the Tao, and returns to nothingness, the seven heavenly palace will be in danger of being in the blue and yellow.

Mr. Li Su looked at everyone indifferently and sighed, but suddenly said, "The eight of them, including Sun She, have no vitality."

Everyone was surprised. Huo Ran was the most calm. As a disciple of Master Li Su, he could not help but ask the question everyone wanted to ask: "What did the saints calculate? Where is their vitality?"

"Life and death are mixed." Master Li Su said, "It depends on the choice between life and death."

Everyone looked at each other, puzzled. Some people guessed: "Zhi Zong is the leader of Cangwu, with extraordinary ambitions. If they are put back, it is possible to win people's hearts with this move."

Someone immediately retorted: "Once you enter the true form and understand the original mind, how can you be shaken by these methods? The Zhizong would not not understand this and would not set fire to the mountain."

"But the saint said in person that they are life and death..."

Everyone was quarreling, and Master Li Su finally calmed down the argument and said, "Before Zhizong entered the Cangwu Realm, he asked me for some questions about cultivation. At that time, I didn't expect that he would have the current cultivation level."

Master Li Su's words left silent in the hut.

After a while, someone suppressed the surprise and muttered: "Is it possible..."

"He is a Fulizhong?"

"No," Li Su nodded, "As early as a thousand years ago, someone calculated the Cangwu crisis. Back then, the Zhizong sneaked into Cangwu to completely solve this problem, but many years have passed, his achievements have long exceeded my expectations. If his original intention had not changed, and now the six pillars are raised, he would definitely destroy Cangwu's elite in one fell swoop when the disaster period is coming, and eliminate the subsequent troubles. However, many years have passed, now he has the opportunity to become a saint. If the Cangwu realm is completely refined, I dare not say that he can stop him."

Master Li Su's words shocked everyone, but when he calmed down, someone sighed: "To fulfill the righteousness, it is still a dilemma, a dilemma!"

"If we speak outside of our hearts, we will naturally be the first to be righteous, but if we really give me the opportunity to become a saint..."

"What's more, he has been in Cangwu for many years, and it is inevitable that he will be difficult to give up the people of Cangwu. If he says he does not change his original intention, it will be easier!"

Everyone is a qi refiner with outstanding realms. He speaks without being hypocritical and very straightforward. Most people think that the Zhizong will not give up the opportunity to become a saint.

Even Master Li Su nodded and said, "You are right. Now we just need to see how he chooses. If he wants to destroy Cangwu and bear this sin, he will eliminate future troubles for Fuli. By then, Cangwu will be destroyed by disasters, and I will lead him back regardless of the cost. But if he is unwilling to give up becoming a saint, he will lead him into Fuli with Cangwu Realm. At that time, I will do my best to stop him and ask you to help me."

"I will definitely be despised!"

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"Although the people of Cangwu are of the same origin as our tribe, they have been separated for thousands of years and have become aliens. Even if we die, we will not let them go to the East Ji!"

Everyone made a promise.

Someone asked again: "Who is the one from Zhizong?"

This question is really top secret, but everyone present is qualified to know the top secret.

Master Li Su glanced gently to the back side, and swept through the mist on the scroll from the corner of his eye, and said lightly: "To be honest, you have heard of this person's name."

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Artemisia Palace.

After Zhao Dongliu and others were shot by the green light, they thought they were dead, but who knew that when they woke up, they were just blocked from their cultivation, and no one could stop them from entering and leaving the Artemisia Palace.

Even Sun She, who was used as a human pig and used as a nourishment for the Artemisia Palace, was put down and changed into good clothes. He seemed to have never been tortured.

In the past half a month, except for not being able to leave the Haogong Palace and never seeing Zhizong, everyone was treated like an envoy from the upper country. But even Sun She didn't know what Zhizong was trying to do.

Today, Zhao Dongliu and his men were finally called to the main hall of Haogong by Zhizong.

Everyone just thought it was a Hongmen Banquet and was about to die generously. Unexpectedly, they still didn't see Zhizong this time, but they just got the follower of Zhizong. The general manager of Haogong told everyone that they could leave Haogong.

"Does Zhizong really want to let us go?"

Zhao Dongliu couldn't help asking. The news was too sudden, which made them feel that there was a deception in the first reaction. But then they thought, with the magical means of Zhizong, why should they make a deception? They must really let them go. This is incredible. Could it be that Zhizong is so arrogant that he doesn't take the eight Qi refiners of the True Form Realm seriously?

"Yes, you can leave, but it's best to avoid the six-pillar elite outside the palace. This should not be difficult for you." Haogong General Pipeline.

"Why is Zhizong like this?" Nong Weikuan, the number one master in Huangzhou, couldn't help but ask.

"Zhi Zong said that the people of the two realms are from the same source, so there is no need to kill each other." The general manager of Haogong smiled, "The villain is just a messenger, and I don't know any more. However, I still know that if you don't leave, maybe Zhi Zong will change his mind."

"There is no need to kill each other in the two realms? I wonder who gave the order to invade Dongji from the crack of the Tianzhu." Sun She shrugged his shoulders and sneered.

"Brother Sun, it's not the time to talk about this." Zhao Dongliu said in a deep voice, "Since Zhizong is willing to release people, then we will say goodbye!"

Although Sun She looked unhappy, he stopped talking.

"Everyone, go slowly."

The general manager of the Haogong Palace smiled and sent everyone away, then came to the back of the hall, and said to a door: "Bizhizong, they are all gone."

Behind the curtain, Zhizong's voice came: "Just leave. Why do you want to say something but stop? What else is there?"

"It has been seven days since the head of the six pillars of the tribes were outside to seek a visit."

"No, don't let someone disturb me again these days."

"Yes." The general manager of Haogong turned around and left without asking much questions.

Behind the door, the bronze beast light was bright, and Zhizong was half lying on the chair. A thin line hung on the beam, and a jade plaque with the strings swayed in front of him.

He looked at the jade plaque quietly for a long time, then raised his head again, his eyes as if pierced through the roof of the palace, and looked at the rich gray clouds in the sky.

After a long time, his expression changed, sometimes he was ambitious, sometimes he shook his head and sighed. Finally, he pulled off the jade plaque and pressed the handrail of the beast's head. A closed door opened behind him, and he walked into it with his hands behind his back.

Behind the door is a secret room, with bright lights in the secret room, and swords, spears, pens, ink, calligraphy and paintings hanging in the room, and countless words carved with weapons are hung on the four walls.

Although there are many words, they are just repeating a name. Sometimes they are very deep, as if they are afraid of forgetting and want to remember it. Sometimes they are crazy and a little ironic in comparison. Sometimes they are written upright, but they are cut off by a sword mark with hatred.

The name that appeared on the four walls countless times, with different handwriting and different moods was: Zhao Changqing.
Chapter completed!