The days when I was working in the West Factory

Chapter 391
In Zhao Yu's memory, there are two versions of this alluring love.

The first is the sword move performed by a person with the same mind, holding the Wushuang Yin-Yang Sword.

Its power is not small, but it is pure nonsense to say that it can hurt Zhao Yu now.

Zhao Yu remembered clearly that in the film and television drama, Nie Feng and Mingyue used this set of sword moves, even the copycat version of Dugu Fang couldn't beat him, let alone himself who had already broken the golden bell cover?

This second version...

Zhao Yu couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

Looking at the eyes of the old monk, one can know that the alluring love hidden in Wushuang City is not a sword move, but a saber technique.
If it was the saber technique left by Martial Saints that could even pierce the void, not to mention the current Zhao Yu, even if Patriarch Bodhidharma came back alive, he would probably be no match for it!

However, Zhao Yu also understands that if this move is to come out, the key is to avoid Xiongba's two disciples.

Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun!

If Zhao Yu remembers correctly, if he wants to open the saber intent buried underneath, he must have the energy of these two people!

Zhao Yu lowered his head, already thinking about the countermeasures in his heart.

"The world is so big, there are countless strange people and scholars, even old monks and old masters, who practice the method of longevity, dare not underestimate the people of the world.

That's why Sou Shing Palace was founded a hundred years ago, with the aim of attracting strange people from all over the world, for the purpose of..."

Having said that, the great monk clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and said 'sin'.

God originally founded Sou Shrine, saying that he was seeking equality in the world. In the beginning, his idea was the same as that of the demon lord's sentient beings.

But even though he claims to be a god, and he has created the Immortal God Art that can make people live forever, he is still an ordinary person with seven emotions and six desires after all.

With the continuous growth of Sou Shing Palace, the ambition of the gods has gradually expanded.

In the end, his goal is not to seek equality for all beings, but to enjoy the world alone.

It's just that the deeper the god's cultivation, the wider his knowledge, the more uncertain his heart is.

Because with the power of Sou Shing Palace, many unknown masters gradually came into his sight.

When he was in the extreme north with God, he met a crazy and weird person. ,

That person claimed to have lived for thousands of years, and his cultivation level was even more unimaginable. Even if he was a god who already possessed Moko, he could fight him just as well.

And after he and God left, the old master inadvertently told him that when the lunatic fought with God, he was seriously injured.

The great monk was terrified.

A lunatic with a heavy burden can compete with the old master. If he was in his prime, even a genius like a god would be far from his opponent.

"The second thing the great monk said is this lunatic you mentioned?"

Zhao Yu frowned slightly when he heard what the great monk said.

I don't know why, but when the great monk described a lunatic who was seriously injured and could fight a god, Zhao Yu felt familiar.

His mind turned sharply, a figure and the description of the great monk gradually overlapped in Zhao Yu's mind.

"Dare to ask the great monk, is that man covered in ice armor?"

Zhao Yu looked at the old monk with folded hands and asked tentatively.

"The benefactor has already met the person?"

The great monk was also surprised, he didn't expect that this young man who had only been in the vision of a big man for only half a year should not be underestimated.

Not only did he know Wushuang City's peerless sword skills, but he also knew a thing or two about such a strange person who hadn't been born in a hundred years.

Seeing the great monk's reaction, Zhao Yu already knew it.

Who is that lunatic that the great monk and the god met in the extreme north, if not Di Shitian?
"It's just that the great monk said that when you and God met that man, that lunatic was seriously injured?"

Zhao Yu asked with a slight frown.

If he remembered correctly, for thousands of years, the only person who injured Di Shitian was Wu Wudi!
If this is the case, then the peerless divine art that is invincible in all directions should already be in Lingyun Grotto!
"Monks don't lie..."

The old monk looked at Zhao Yu, and then subconsciously glanced at the imperial palace not far below Jingshan Mountain.

As for why that person was injured, God has already figured it out in the past hundred years.

And this is why the gods came to Jingshan to save King Xin at all costs and let him join the Sou Shrine as the emperor himself!

In the final analysis, all of this is closely related to luck!
The number of luck has an impact on ordinary people, but it is not so obvious.

A hundred years is gone in a flash, and all the things in the previous life will disappear with a handful of loess.

But people like Shen and Di Shitian, who can enjoy the supreme longevity, can't eliminate the disaster.

This is the price of not dying! !
The reason why Di Shitian was defeated by Wu Wudi and the phoenix blood was knocked out of his body was not because of his own skills and martial arts cultivation, but precisely because Di Shitian had not paid back his debts!
Immediately, the great monk did not hide it, and said the third thing.

It's just that the third thing that the great monk said made Zhao Yu puzzled.

According to what the great monk said, many people in Soujingu Temple have heard of his legend, but no one has seen his true face.

Whether it exists or not, he doesn't know.

It's just that this person was passed down thousands of years ago. It is said that anyone who can find him will fulfill a wish of the visitor.

Not to mention the secrets of magical skills, even if he wants to ascend to the position of Ninth Five Supreme, it is easy for that person.

After the great monk finished speaking, he looked at Zhao Yu.

And Zhao Yu also understood the meaning of the Great Monk, if this kind of person really existed, it happened to be found by Zhao Yuqiu's family, which would be regarded as a threat.

It's just that even the gods who search for the shrine can't search for a hundred years, and others want to find it, it's even more nonsense!
"Fourth..."

The great monk lowered his head and his voice was as flat as an ancient well.

Zhao Yu smiled slightly, pointed to the bowl in his hand and said, "Isn't this four in the hands of the Great Monk?"

"No, no..."

Seeing Zhao Yu look at the bowl in his hand, the great monk shook his head slightly.

No?

Zhao Yu looked at the face of the old monk who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and frowned again.

"Although this sacred stone is strange, it is a dead thing."

The great monk got up, pointed to the dead god and said: "The great monk has obtained this thing four times from under the West Lake, but he has never done it. Do you know why?"

Zhao Yu was taken aback, looking at the headless corpse on the ground, subconsciously said: "Dead thing?"

"Not bad!"

The great monk held up the bowl in his hand slightly, and said calmly: "If the benefactor hadn't captured the old monk and the old master today, even if there were thousands of sacred stones, the old monk would never be able to kill the old master."

"The great monk said, what is this last one?"

Zhao Yu couldn't help being irritable in his heart. After struggling so hard for so long, he still had to catch a lot of people who could kill him in the end!

"Since you know the God Clan of the Bu Clan and the lineage of the old monk and the old master, a rare genius will emerge in a hundred years. In this way, if the old monk and the old master can create the Godly Art of Immortality, they can naturally do it too."

"But none of them can live for a hundred years. Do you know why?"

The great monk looked at Zhao Yu, as if he was telling Zhao Yu, but there was a hint of warning in his tone.

(End of this chapter)