Nothing is to blame

Chapter 116 Try Again

The moon and stars are sparse, and the breeze is rustling.

Luchen Street surrounded by darkness seemed to exude an inexplicable cold atmosphere. The breeze rolled up palm-sized sycamore leaves, rose several feet high and low, rotated irregularly seven or eight circles, and then fell slowly.

The lottery drawing for the first pre-meeting of the "Pin Zhen Hui" has long since ended.Most of the Jindan monks gathered here, if they are still interested in participating in the main meeting, are living in the temporary cave at the western end of Luchen Street at this time; while most of the monks who just want to win a lot of money and win a lot of money, most of them are sent via teleportation. Return to their respective sentry islands.

Gui Wugui was walking on Luchen Street, and there was a down-to-earth sound of "stepping" and "stepping" in a very rhythmic and rhythmic way.He didn't gallop against the wind, but just kept walking at the speed of ordinary people, walking leisurely.

Gui Wugui thought to himself.Didn't it mean that Yu Xuanzong had completed absolute control over the inner island of Zhongqu Island?Even if they were as lawless as the Red Clothes Society, they were just intercepting and looting in the barren sea, and they had to stay far away from the scope of Yu Xuanzong's island patrol monks.How could someone really dare to act so recklessly?Is it because I only have spiritual cultivation, causing the other party to misjudge the situation, or is the thing in my hands too important to that person, so that I take the risk?
After the monk in the bamboo hat exchanged the treasures and left for a few breaths, Gui Wugui felt a faint aura sticking to his surroundings.You don't need to bother to distinguish, if you don't blame you, you know that the person used a feint to leave, but secretly watched.It's just that he didn't know what to blame, and his meritorious deeds clearly reached the limit of the spiritual form, and the subtlety of his aura was no less than that of a golden core monk.This level of investigation is like holding a lantern and candles high in the dark night, it couldn't be more glaring.

If you want to hide Gui Wugui's induction, unless the Daoist Yuanying is more than ten miles away, carefully probe with spiritual consciousness.

The scenery on both sides of Luchen Street, palaces and buildings, vegetation, mountains and rocks, fallen leaves and flying flowers, gradually rushed towards each other at an increasing speed and passed by each other.

Gui Wugui's steps became lighter, faster and faster, more and more drifting, as if this street is a wide river, and Gui Wugui is one of the lonely boats going down the river.

Half an hour later, the quiet Luming Mountain Bieyuan is in front of you.Gui Wugui turned around and strode into it.

Due to the fact that no one has lived in it all year round, the Luming Mountain Cave Mansion has not arranged any decent magic circles.The day before yesterday, Gui Wujiu came here for the first time, and temporarily set up a three-return power formation.But unexpectedly, he seemed to have forgotten to open the magic circle at this time, the middle door was wide open, and Shi Shiran went to the inner room.

The Luming Mountain Bieyuan is half a cave, half a temple structure, which is more spacious than ordinary residences.

Outside the quiet room, it can be clearly seen through the doors and windows.Gui Wugui first lit a few pieces of spices, and then made a rustling sound, as if he was fiddling with the tea stove and kettle, and started to make tea.After a quarter of an hour, the sound of water gradually became louder, and the sound of water flowing with emerald green jade resounded all around, and the aroma of tea seemed to flow in the air along with it.

After another quarter of an hour, it seemed that the tea was finished, Gui Wujiu closed the door, after a while the figure swayed, one could vaguely see from the afterimage on the window that Gui Wujiu was sitting cross-legged, apparently he was practicing.

A hundred feet away from the door of this quiet room, there is a strange and gloomy shadow lightly attached to the top of an old locust tree, watching all this quietly.

After waiting for half a stick of incense, this ghostly ghost moved.After only three or four steps, his figure became lighter and lighter until it was completely transparent and melted into the deep and infinite night.Among the small supernatural powers of concealment, this move can be regarded as extremely clever.

He walked briskly, but made no sound.At the moment when his figure completely turned into nothingness, he could vaguely see that his feet were still five or six inches away from the ground.

The monk's perception of flying in the air is more acute, so he chooses to walk as usual; but in order not to make a sound, he is not keeping his feet on the ground.This technique of flying a few inches above the ground is not brilliant in terms of supernatural powers, but it is quite old-fashioned in terms of tactics.

Ten zhang...nine zhang...eight zhang...

Five feet away.

This man is like a dormant hunting liger suddenly baring his fangs, his right arm in a night suit suddenly turns into a red-hot iron, his whole body is red, revealing the temperature that melts everything!It seems that all the forbearance, lurking and hiding are for this momentary explosion, tearing the prey into pieces!
His whole body turned into a straight long sword and broke through the door. It was as swift as the wind and as powerful as fire, wrapped in the turbulent Dansha power, and went straight to the man who was meditating and breathing.

At this distance, a Golden Core cultivator personally attacked and killed a spiritual cultivator.There is almost no possibility of any accidents!

Gui Wugui seemed unaware of the earth-shattering changes around him, his eyes were still closed, his hands were on his knees, and he was sitting cross-legged and performing exercises.

Succeeded?
Just when his body was still three feet away from Gui Wu Jiu.The man suddenly felt...

The world in front of me seemed unreal, and it was shattered in an instant.

This valley, this quiet room, seemed to be broken like a bubble.After the dream bubble, everything returned to its original state, as if nothing happened?

at this moment.He was startled to feel his body go limp, like a punctured ball, suddenly leaking air.A feeling of powerlessness rose up, and he was about to collapse to the ground immediately.

He is also an old Jianghu, and he immediately understood that he had been tricked, no matter what kind of trick, he couldn't understand it for a while!

But he thinks he still has a chance.The invisible and colorless means used by these spiritual monks can only suppress themselves for a while at most.But he didn't believe that it could pose a fatal threat to the Jindan cultivator!As long as he rises up and kills the person in front of him with a single blow, and then escapes quickly, he will have plenty of opportunities to heal his injuries.This game is still won by himself.

All of this is actually just a flash in the air.If there is a third bystander here, in his eyes, a shadow breaks in, raises his arms like a knife and goes straight to blameless who is meditating, the whole process goes smoothly... except for the shadow seems to shake slightly.

This man's arm is only an inch away from Gui Wugui!
Stab hard!

And then... his arm, his body, passed through the body of the blameless.With a bang, he felt that the whole floor seemed to stand up, touching his forehead, touching his nose, his lips.He finally understood that the calculation he was making was more powerful than he imagined.He couldn't hold it anymore.

His mind is still clear, even though the clear mind has repeatedly sent such a message: he has missed, and the miss is due to a strange method of a spiritual cultivator.

The footsteps of "step" and "step" sounded again.Gui Wujiu walked out slowly from a small study connected to the southwest corner of the quiet room.

Although the person in front of him was wearing black clothes and black boots, and a black cloth mask, but Gui Wugui knew it clearly.The person in front of him is the one who wears a large bamboo hat during the day.

Gui Wugui's voice was calm and slow, as if there was no smoke and fire: "One in ninety-eighth, one in seventy. Such a coincidence is very rare, and it was originally a good fate. I even took this opportunity to exchange It's not impossible to have a friend. After the lottery was drawn, and the treasures we wanted were exchanged, wouldn't everyone be happy? You see that I only have spiritual cultivation, and I think it's easy to deal with, so I became greedy?"

The person lying on the ground tried to use the alchemy several times, but he only felt that the golden alchemy seemed to be separated from his body, and he couldn't absorb a single bit of strength.He was silent for a moment and finally spoke, his voice hoarse: "You are right, I am..."

Gui Wugui quickly interrupted him: "I'm not right."

The blow from the man knocked down the doors and windows, and at the same time, he casually knocked out the lights in the room.At this time, it was pitch black in the quiet room, and the face of this person could not be seen clearly at all.But from his flickering eyes, one can vaguely perceive his surprise and surprise at this time.

Gui Wugui said: "I took a fancy to that demon pill. I signed the lottery without any hesitation and placed a heavy bet. You are a Golden Core cultivator, the power of spiritual consciousness will not be weaker than mine, right? A person who has lived for hundreds of years People, you will not be weaker than me in acting decisively and savagely. Then, you waited for a long time before finally signing. What are you hesitating about?"

(End of this chapter)