Chapter 378 Gaze Into The Void

The morning of the fourth day.

When Chu Chouli appeared in front of the crowd, it inevitably attracted a wave of astonished gazes from the crowd.

Whether it was Yan Zhan or Ning Zhumang, they weren't stupid people. Although they were surprised by Chu Chouli's resurrection, they had probably guessed that this was definitely related to the profound and unfathomable Master Wei. However, they were extremely tactful and did not ask about the details. However, they were truly happy for Chu Chouli's safety.

As a result, the group of people went on their way again.

After leaving Wuzhou Town in Long Zhou, he took another step towards Yan Zhou.

As usual, Master Wei, who was carrying a wooden chest, walked in front of the group. It seemed to be no different from before, but his bent body seemed to have bent down a little bit more than before.

Xu Han and Ning Zhumang continued to walk at the end of the team. Ning Zhumang didn't mention anything about Chu Chouli's situation. He had personally investigated Chu Chouli's injuries, Naturally, he knew that such a depletion of vitality was not something that could be cured by any medical means, The mysteries contained in this were obviously not something that could be casually spoken to others. Naturally, he would not ask any more questions. Instead, he quietly followed Xu Han and looked at the large man walking in the middle of the line, his face filled with complacency as he boasted to Yan Zhan and Xue Ning about the mysterious deeds of saving his master's life in the Soul Returning Dream yesterday.

"Brother Chu's life and death are not alarming. In the blink of an eye, he returned to his normal state." After looking at it for a while, Ning Zhumang suddenly sighed.

Hearing this, Xu Han glanced sideways at the other party and smiled, "Isn't this good?"

…

"So, Yuehu is dead, right?" Ya Qi Mountain, the Lunar Temple that was shrouded in black matter, no longer looked like the immortal energy that once lingered around it.

The handsome man dressed in black looked sideways at the white-robed scholar beside him and asked.

The white-robed scholar cupped his hands and lowered his eyes as he said, "There has been no news since I sent him to invite half a demon into the palace a few months ago. I have sent people to search the antler plains, but there is not a trace of him. I only found the corpse of the Sovereign Lord's incarnation in one place."

Hearing this, the handsome man nodded slightly.

However, the white-robed scholar seemed to be unable to restrain the doubts in his heart. At that time, he asked, "But Palace Master, I have already deduced several times during Yuehu's trip. There shouldn't be any variables. Why did something like this still happen?"

The white-robed scholar was extremely respectful of the Lunar Temple's deductive technique called "Heavenly Transformation". Previously, even Earthly Immortals had little chance of escaping from their schemes. Why did something go wrong on this trip? He couldn't help but be puzzled.

The handsome black-robed man turned his eyes to look at the other party and said in a deep voice, "There is a heaven beyond the heavens. There is someone outside. Remember, no matter what realm you reach, you must never underestimate anyone."

The black-robed man said as if he were speaking, but his eyes flickered. He remembered that day when seven stars came from above his head, and his eyes were filled with blazing sunlight. Of course, there was also that seemingly ordinary youth who seemed to be hiding a great secret within his body.

When the white-robed scholar heard this, he was stunned. He was intelligent and quickly recovered his senses.

Previously, the Palace Master's plan to devour the Dragon Qi was all planned. It didn't seem to have any flaws, but in the end, it was still a failure. Thinking of this, the white-clothed scholar's heart trembled as if he wanted to say something. However, just as his words reached his mouth, the black-clothed man still closed his eyes, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

He knew that this was a sign that the Palace Master had no intention of discussing this matter with him.

Naturally, he would not disobey the man's intentions, so he withdrew his words to the side of his mouth at that time, slightly cupped his hands towards the man, and then retreated.

When the white-robed scholar withdrew from the pitch-black Phoenix Arrival Pavilion.

The black-clothed man's closed eyes suddenly opened. His black robe that was sitting on a large wooden chair suddenly surged. The space in front of him suddenly began to distort. Gradually, three different images appeared in front of him like flowing light.

A white-clothed old man had yellow sand on his back. Above the yellow sand were densely packed swords inserted into it, like tombstones.

One was a kind-eyed monk dressed in a golden robe. He was over fifty years old. Although he sat cross-legged, bursts of Buddhist light flickered around him. He could be said to be as motionless as a mountain and dignified as a treasure.

The last one was a young Taoist standing in front of the Taoist temple. He was in his early twenties and had red lips and white teeth. He was carrying a basket of basket puppets. What was inside was not some heavenly treasure, but some wild fruits and vegetables that sold poorly.

"Southern Desolate Sword Mausoleum, Great Xia Long Yin, Great Zhou Dao Sect … Why are you looking for me?" When he saw the scenery in the three images, the black-clothed man raised his eyebrows and asked indifferently.

"The monitors have been to this world." Tyrant said.

The black-clothed man's expression was relaxed as he asked, "So what?"

"We don't have much time left." The old man in the Mausoleum of the Sword said.

The expression on the black-clothed man's face was still incomparably relaxed. He added, "Sooner or later, this calamity will come. Everyone should have expected it."

"At this moment of great calamity, our four sects have been ordered by the great sages of ancient times to guard this world. We should all work together to save the lives of the common people from this calamity." The monk seemed to be rather displeased with the man's attitude. He frowned and said again.

"Ancient Virtuous Paragon?" However, the black-clothed man sneered, "The immortals of Kunlun have long since left us. This world has already been reduced to abandoned children. How can we resist that mighty heavenly tribulation?" "We don't know what exactly exists in the Myriad Domains of the Universe, but just the departure of the Immortals is enough to prove that this calamity is far beyond our ability to resist. Rather than holding onto the righteousness of life, I think we might as well find another way out."

" Supreme True Man ! I can't watch you negotiate with the Dark Asura Palace, but if you do anything that violates the Four Directions Alliance back then, my Southern Desolate Sword Mausoleum will be the first to refuse!"

"My Lord Sword Immortal, watch out for your fierce sword. It's not your turn to judge my Lunar Temple." The black-robed man didn't care about this and immediately retorted. The old man in the image instantly had a gloomy expression, and the sword behind him was faintly sounding.

Just as the atmosphere between the man, the old man, and the monk was tense, the young Taoist who had not spoken suddenly opened his lips and whispered, "A few days ago, Grandmaster left the mountain."

These words weren't loud, but when they spoke, the atmosphere between the three of them suddenly became quiet, almost to the point where the needle could be heard.

"He actually left the mountain" The black-robed man stood up with a solemn expression on his face.

"Where is he" The monk's body trembled as if he was facing a great enemy.

"What does he want to do?" The old man swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said.

The young Taoist said softly, his expression calm. "I don't dare to speculate about Grandmaster's thoughts, but I think it has something to do with the arrival of the monitors."

However, the expressions of the rest of the people present changed, and they fell silent again.

After a few breaths, the old man and the monk found an excuse to leave, and their images were extinguished at that time.

Only the image of the young Taoist remained in front of the man, his eyes staring straight at the black-clothed man.

"Is there anything else you can teach me, Daoist Priest?" The black-clothed man was slightly stunned for a moment before he finally regained his senses and asked with a smile.

The young Taoist shook his head. After a while, he calmly said, "Palace Master guarded the void in the name of our ancestors."

"This is righteousness…"

"But when you stare at the void, the void is also staring at you…"

"See if you can…"

"But Palace Master, don't watch too long…"

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