Eternal Sacred King Chapter 542: Top 10 door-to-doors

The other monks of the Three Great Gates seemed to be frozen in the air, no one moved, and they were silent. 【】

After the black-clothed swordsman appeared, even Tuobafeng, who had just been fierce and mighty, calmed down at this time, and there was a trace of fear in the depths of his eyes.

The scene everyone expected did not appear.

On the contrary, under the gaze of countless gazes, the swordsman in black just walked through the three gate valves step by step without any hurries.

This distance is not long for a cultivator.

Whether it's spreading the body technique or walking with the sword, it only takes more than a hundred breaths.

But this swordsman in black has walked for a full quarter of an hour!

What's even more bizarre is that in the whole process, no one came forward to stop him, and no one even spoke.

It's like everyone is strangling their throats!

Murong Wushuang frowned slightly, looking at the eyes of the swordsman in black, with an inexplicable affection, like pity, love, worry...complex and difficult to understand.

The swordsman in black was completely unaware of the hot gazes of the people around him.

His gaze was a little dizzy, as if he couldn't find the focus, he walked step by step, still not rushing, keeping his pace, and gradually disappearing from everyone's sight.

"Who is this person?"

The many monks onlookers are not fools, and they gradually come back to remember.

"Only one of the four main gates is missing, this person is most likely the arrogant of the lonely family!"

"When you said this, I remembered that the Dugu family really had a terrifying sword repair in the Golden Core Realm, named Lonely Sword, born for a sword."

"I have also heard of him. It is said that this man is withdrawn, no relatives, no friends. For decades, he was accompanied by only a black sheath long sword. He has truly reached the goal of'she sword, nothing else. 'The realm."

Hearing the surrounding discussion, Bai Yuhan whispered: "Dongqing, it seems that the Dugu family has given up the fight for Zhu Guo, otherwise he would not only send one person."

"Not necessarily."

Mu Dongqing shook his head and said: "Zhu Guo was born, and only one or two people came. Apart from us who give up fighting for Zhu Guo and plan to fish in troubled waters, there is another possibility."

"What?" Bai Yuhan asked.

"This person is terrible, and he doesn't even need help from others!"

In midair, the moment he saw the swordsman in black appeared, Tuobafeng had already put away the golden core vision.

After the black swordsman disappeared completely, Tuobafeng breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "I was still thinking, the three gate lords gathered together, why didn't I see the Dugu family? It turned out to be paralyzed. Up."

The black-clothed swordsman was always expressionless, and his face was paralyzed. Naturally, it was just Tuobafeng's ridicule.

Not far away, a monk couldn't help but smile, and said: "Facial paralysis, hehe, it's really appropriate."

"Huh?"

Murong Wushuang's face sank and turned slightly.

She didn't say a word, her big sleeves waved, and a rainbow light suddenly passed away, and it fell into the middle of the monk's eyebrows and disappeared.

Puff.

The person's head burst, blood splattered, and he fell to the ground!

The group repair is in an uproar.

The monk next to him paled with fright, and retreated subconsciously, looking at the sky with lingering fear, standing on the old chariot with the murderous and stunning woman.

Murong Wushuang said with a cold face, and said slowly: "The four big gate lords, you can also make fun of?"

No one answered.

The three of Tuobafeng, Yuwen Wujia, and Murong Wushuang stood in the air, like stars arching over the moon, radiant and radiant, like a **** coming to the world, looking away!

Under such pressure, who dares to speak out?

Murong Wushuang turned his head, glanced sideways at Tuobafeng, and said coldly: "Tuobafeng, don’t blame me for not reminding you, it’s best to take care of your mouth, and beware of disasters!"

"Ha!"

After the black swordsman left, Tuobafeng regained his arrogance and laughed: "I want you to control? I can say whatever I like!"

"Good!"

Murong Wushuang's eyes were cold, and he said: "You are so courageous, now go to Dugu and repeat what you just said!"

Tuobafeng's face was gloomy and he snorted, but did not refute.

Murong Wushuang took a long sigh of relief, calmed his mind, and said faintly: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, there is news that the top ten disciples from the Northern Territory have all gone down the mountain."

Hearing these words, Tuobafeng and Yuwen Wujia frowned.

"If you want to pick Zhu Guo, the Golden Core of the Northern Territory will be king. It is not so easy! The descendants of the ancient family of the Northern Territory may show up!"

After saying this, Murong Wushuang waved his hand, leading dozens of chariots behind him and galloping towards the ruins of Dagan.

Tuobafeng and Yuwen Wujia also calmed down, tacitly chose to abandon the fight and leave.

In a blink of an eye, the sky over the edge of the ruins returned to calm again.

"Hey! The crowds are competing, it seems that even the arrogance of the four main gates may not be able to pick Zhu Guo."

"Yes, I haven't heard that the top ten disciples from the Northern Territory have all come here. At that time, there will be a battle of Tianjiao!"

"It seems that this Zhu Guo is not only a treasure of heaven and earth, but also has a deeper meaning. Whoever competes for Zhu Guo is the number one real person in the Northern Territory!"

"In another twenty years, it will be when the Intermediate Ancient Battlefield opens. This time the major sect forces have gathered, and the Tianjiao of the Northern Territory must decide what to do."

Listening to the surrounding discussion, Mu Dongqing and Bai Yuhan looked at each other with solemn expressions.

The situation in the ruins of Dagan is more chaotic and terrifying than the two imagined!

"What are the top ten door-to-doors?" Bai Yuhan asked.

Mu Dongqing showed a reminiscence, and said: "I heard that True Monarch Yuan Ying in the palace inadvertently mentioned it once. Gathered in Zhongzhou, relatively few scattered in the four regions of the southeast, northwest, and ten in the northern region."

"What kind of sect can be sealed as a ‘door-to-door’?"

"Not sure."

Mu Dongqing shook his head, and said: "It is said that the sect forces known as ‘Going to the door’ must fit together and be able to sit down!"

The fit is great!

Hearing these four words~IndoMTL.com~Bai Yuhan was shocked.

There are nine realms of cultivation, including Qi-Condensation, Foundation Building, Golden Core, Yuan Ying, Void Return, Dharma Phase, Combination, Mahayana, and the legendary Cross Tribulation.

The reason why Da Zhou was able to establish a dynasty that lasted for nearly ten thousand years was because the King of Da Zhou had a Dharma and Dao Sovereign.

How terrifying is the strength of a door-to-door who fits and can sit down?

How many Dharma and Dao Monarchs will there be under his sect?

What kind of strength will the Tianjiao under his sect?

Only when you really leave Dazhou, can you know that there is a sky outside the sky, and can you feel the horror of the entire world of cultivation.

If you enter the birthplace of cultivation, the most prosperous cultivation civilization, Zhongzhou, where the major super sects and the most powerful gatherings are, what will it be like?

(End of this chapter)