Chapter 893 The World

"Wanfa Sect."

Chu Kuang picked up the wine cup and murmured.

The Wanfa Sect doesn't care whether it's a righteous path or a demonic path, as long as it doesn't hinder the boundary gap between mortals and monks, it's all the same to the Wanfa Sect.

However, it was such a sect that made everyone hold their breath and concentrate when they appeared.

"Ouch."

Miao Ran smiled and said: "Whether it's the True Demonic Way or the Wanfa Sect, it all depends on what the superiors want."

As he spoke, he cupped his fists with his hands.

Chu Kuang nodded slightly, then changed the subject and said, "I heard that the Taoist priest from your ancient sacred land is also here."

When speaking, his eyes were pressed very low, hiding his sharp edge, and his words were mostly testing, as if he wanted to confirm whether the information was true.

Miao Ran laughed, but did not answer directly: "Isn't the Taoist disciple of Baijia Academy also here?"

Chu Kuang sighed secretly.

This is what worries him most.

Originally, it could at least be concealed and even have the strength to fight. If all Taoist disciples come, they will all be the top monks among the younger generation.

It seems that he is at the peak of becoming a god, but in fact he has already surpassed ordinary saints.

It is an existence that can truly fight across ranks, kill enemies across borders, and dominate an entire generation.

He has never met Daozi from the Ancient Holy Land. He only knows that the younger generation of the Ancient Holy Land all recognize his strength. It is said that that person possesses the Aragami Body.

The Tao body is a secret, and he doesn't know what it is.

The more this happened, the more Chu Kuang frowned.

He knew very well how powerful the Taoists of Baijia Academy were.

If so, he may not be able to fulfill his original promise.

"It won't work..."

Chu Kuang muttered in his heart.

He hurriedly said goodbye to Miao Ran and the two monks who looked at each other.

Miao Ran didn't try to persuade him to stay. Baijia Academy was very mysterious to begin with.

He and Chu Kuang had only met once.

At such a critical moment, the master is about to arrive, and the senior brother from the Holy Land will also come. Of course, they must be prepared to welcome their fellow disciples from the Holy Land.

…

Chu Kuang left the small town and entered the heavy fog.

The mist is steaming.

The thick evil spirit intertwined with the purple clouds above, turning this place into a forbidden area.

While Chu Kuang was walking, he suddenly discovered that his body-protecting Qi was rapidly wearing away, and it seemed that it would disappear completely in a short time. If he wanted to maintain it, he had to increase his mana.

At this moment, Chu Kuang was like carrying a high mountain on his back, and every step he took was so difficult.

"Is this... really the person I knew back then?" Chu Kuang couldn't help but have doubts.

When Tu Shanjun and Lu Xinhou faced each other back then, he indeed showed Daozong-level strength, but it was far from as terrifying as it is today.

Now he only feels that this place is insurmountable.

That is to say, the thunder tribulation above is not strong enough. If the thunder tribulation goes one step further, he may not dare to step into it at all.

Chu Kuang was walking when he suddenly noticed a figure walking in front of him.

After seeing the black clothes, Chu Kuang was surprised and said: "Senior brother?"

The black-clothed monk nodded slightly and turned around, grabbing Chu Kuang's shoulders. As the protective aura covered him, the weakness he felt just now disappeared in an instant.

Chu Kuang quickly raised his hands and said, "Thank you, senior brother, for your help."

The monk in black led Chu Kuang forward without saying anything, until his eyes suddenly became clear.

Under the dark sky is an endless city, and in the center of the city, the sky-holding weapon stands high in the sky, like an ancient sky pillar, an ancient war weapon, standing quietly between heaven and earth.

"This is……"

"Honoring Soul Flag."

The black monk spoke.

Black eyes, black hair, black clothes like ink.

When seeing the Zunhun Banner, the black-clothed monk's expression was still calm, and he just said lightly: "This is a magic weapon. The disciples of my Hundred Schools Academy are very concerned about this magic weapon that can bring trouble to the world.

Pay attention to."

"Junior brother,"

The monk in black looked sideways at Chu Kuang, and then said: "Don't make any mistakes."

"Although the demon soldiers are strong, they are not the right way."

Obviously, the monks in black regarded Chu Kuang as someone who coveted the Soul Flag.

Chu Kuang hurriedly explained the situation that day.

"I see."

"I didn't expect that although this is a magic weapon, the spirit inside it is so bold, free and easy."

The black monk's expression remained as usual.

The characters of weapon spirits are all kinds of strange, and they cannot be judged simply as good or evil.

Many demonic monks are not purely evil, they are just more suitable for that path, or they are on that path by chance. They cannot be changed and cannot be generalized.

"What do you mean, senior brother?"

The black-clothed monk said: "A villain who takes advantage of others by clever means is not a gentleman, just watch from the sidelines. Just do your best."

"Let's go."

"Not entering the city?"

The black-clothed monk pointed to the sky and said: "Once we enter the city, the aura of spiritual intelligence is activated, and the heavenly tribulation will completely lock you and me. It will be easy to enter but difficult to escape."

"Then he..."

Chu Kuang pointed at a figure that had entered the city at the city gate in the distance.

"He is the first step monk."

Hearing his senior brother's explanation, Chu Kuang suddenly understood. No wonder the senior brother stopped when he came here, and no wonder no saint elders stepped into this place. It turns out that this place has long been bound to the heavenly calamity. Saints cannot enter, and the transformed gods can only approach the city.

Daojun Ancestor should stay far away and wait quietly.

The monks who entered the city were at the peak of their golden elixir.

He followed the soldiers out of the fog, but instead of retreating, he advanced.

When he saw the big city, he entered the city without hesitation. The prosperity of time seemed to have nothing to do with him. He just walked step by step towards the center of the city, towards the distant Tianzhu.

I don't know how long it took.

He finally came to Tianzhu.

Plop.

The monk knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Junior Zhao Fulai, please accept me as your disciple."

Under the Tianzhu.

The tall red-haired monk sitting cross-legged opened his eyes, and his magnificent and deep black and red eyes looked at the young monk kneeling not far away. He seemed a little surprised that someone could walk all the way in front of him.

Looking at the opponent's cultivation level, there is only the first step.

The red-haired monk asked: "Do you know me?"

Zhao Fulai couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart.

He didn't know the red-haired monk, and he didn't know Tushanjun at all, but he had heard the stories.

The story of the magical treasure is widely spread in the ancient city.

Perhaps, as long as he can successfully become a disciple, he can be able to replicate that person and jump from a minor cultivator of the Golden Pill to a master of transformation.

For this reason, he risked his own death and walked in step by step from outside the fog. In the second half of the journey, he forgot how he walked. Maybe it was not walking, but crawling.

"The juniors don't know the seniors, but they have heard their stories."

Zhao Fulai was very excited, but he did not hide that he knew something about the inside story.

In front of the great monk, it is best to speak frankly about your thoughts and information channels, because the changes in your expression will certainly not deceive the great monk.
To be continued...