Nothing is to blame

Chapter 719

Before deciding to take a trip, Gui Wujiu's new disciple Zhong Ye once asserted that there should be a chance for the trip.

Regarding the words of this slightly evil disciple, Gui Wugui did not take it lightly.

It's just that Gui Wugui didn't ask for it deliberately, and everything went with the flow, until today, the answer to the mystery was finally revealed.

After more than ten breaths, another person caught up in the camp facing him.

This person has half-white short hair. Apart from the faint redness of his eyes, his complexion is slightly blue. The movement of reaching out to grab the cloud ring is also a little sluggish.

Gui Wugui could see at a glance that he was far inferior to the previous monks in terms of qi and death.

This is also the truth, no matter how firm your mind is, you can't resist the bloody facts grinding before your eyes like a millstone.Gui Wugui didn't show a trace of hostility from the beginning to the end, but every blow he took in his spare time had no chance of reaping a life, and there was no possibility of escaping.

In fact, if this person was the first to appear on the stage, he might not have lacked courage; but due to the order of the sect, he had to fight with his life.

For all of this, I have no blame.But his mind was as solid as iron, so naturally he wouldn't say a word——

At most, just keep two points of patience and wait quietly.

After more than ten breaths, the man on the opposite side breathed a sigh of relief, and finally let go to attack.

Wind and clouds move.

The martial spirit appears, in the shape of a blue bird.

After this person tried his best to attack, Gui Wujiu nodded secretly in his heart.

It turned out that after experiencing fear, hesitation, and hesitation, and after tens of breaths of mental adjustment, the power of the white-haired cultivator's near-death blow was not only not discounted, but slightly better than the previous seven people. He has reached a realm that he has never reached before.

It's just that although Gui Wugui applauds it in his heart, he won't hold back because of it.It was still a perfect blow, deciding the outcome of life and death, taking this person's life.

Wuhun enters the body, regulates breath and nourishes qi.

The moment when the vitality gradually recovered, Gui Wujiu took a closer look, and sure enough, the silver armored man had returned to the battlefield as promised.

It can only be seen through the silver mask that this person's pupils are slightly constricted, and his attitude is obviously different from before.

In fact, what he was thinking at this time, Gui Wugui could roughly guess.

The psychology of Yinjia people is the opposite of that of Shang Mingbo, Le Siyuan and others.

When Gui Wugui faced the first and second players, he must be very happy in his heart.Because the strength shown by Gui Wugui is obviously inferior to his own.But starting from the third person, Gui Wugui regained his composure after adjusting his breathing steadily for [-] breaths after each battle, which made the Shining Armored Man very unpredictable.

At this moment, the two are very close to each other, and the Shining Armor is also trying to secretly release his energy sense, trying to find out whether Gui Wugui is strong on the outside but does nothing on the inside.

It's a pity that the divine sense is sensitive, and it's dark and unclear, so it's impossible to know the reality.

A faint intuition came to the mind of the Yinjia man—it seemed that even at the expense of eight people, he hadn't been able to lose even a single bit of the strength of the blameless.

After more than ten breaths of stalemate, Gui Wujiu had an idea in his heart, and suddenly said: "If fellow Taoists are not sure, there is no need to limit to eight people; you might as well send a few more people."

The silver-armored man tilted his head slightly when he heard the words, without any hesitation, he said loudly: "Okay! This is a request from fellow daoist, but it is not a forced request from my Shuangji Temple. Once the words are settled, there will be no regrets!"

Gui Wugui seemed greatly surprised by the attitude of the Shining Armored Man, and couldn't help being a little startled, even a little dazed.

It's so easy to come by.

After discovering the mystery of the fusion of martial souls, which is similar to the "Thousand Marriage Alive Refining Method", Gui Wujiu couldn't help feeling a sense of urgency in his heart: get five more people, and you're done.

But this sense of urgency was immediately dispelled by his state of mind——

Because Gui Wujiu and the Yinjiaren agreed on the conditions for going to battle, to win eight people first.After the eight people, it was time for the Shining Armored Man to fight in person.

Once Gui Wujiu and the Yinjiaren decide the winner, this battle will be settled in advance.

But using the "Soul Sacrifice Method" to fight, unless the opponent actively uses it, it cannot be forced by the initiative.

Therefore, Gui Wujiu had already prepared himself mentally. Although he had already learned the art of combining martial souls, he might not be able to achieve it in one step in today's competition.Perhaps it will not be completed until the real life-and-death battle of the giant sect.After all, his disciple Zhong Yezhi's prophecy of "extending Hebei to the southeast" seems to be inconsistent with today's position.

It's just that Gui Wugui saw that the Shining Armor man seemed to have doubts just now, so he asked the question with the attitude of giving it a try.

Unexpectedly, the other party took it without hesitation.

The man in silver armor seemed surprised to see that there was no blame, and laughed loudly: "Whether you want to use this trick to show your confidence in winning, or you want to consume our morale and manpower; It's useless to teach someone to doubt whether the 'Soul Sacrifice' will work for you or not. As far as someone is concerned, it is practical and not empty, as long as it is a change that is beneficial to oneself, there is absolutely no reason for hesitation."

"You might as well let the truth out for fellow daoists. My Shuangji Palace has signed a contract. There are as many as twenty-four elders who are enough to die for the sect. Even if eight people died, there are still [-] people at the moment. With a single step Dare to accept it one by one?"

"Friend Daoist, you miscalculated."

Gui Wugui knew it in his heart.

In the heart of the Shining Armor, as long as he firmly believes that facing more opponents will more or less consume no blame, then he will take it without hesitation, and will not consider what it is. Strategies, strategies to attack the heart.

The essence of these Dao thoughts is the absolute confidence of the Shining Armored Man in his own status.Only he himself is the reliance on the side of the Double Pole Hall to win.As for the survival of the elders in the other sects, he didn't care at all.

Now that the big gift came to the door, Gui Wujiu was in a good mood, and said with a smile: "Sixteen people...you are serious. No matter what, you must leave some kindling for the sect. Even if you send someone's life Fill in, when is your time to fight, you choose it yourself."

The man in silver armor thought he had a plan, and he fled away complacently.

In front of the simple camp set up on one side of the Shuangji Hall.

Seeing that the silver-armored man returned to the battle, more than a hundred people had different reactions.

Wei Zong and Great Elder Wu Wenlin, who were in charge of the Shuangji Hall, who were sitting in the front seat and the side seats, were only slightly stunned, and then their demeanor returned to normal, as if they were throwing their hands away from the shopkeeper.

But the more than a hundred monks sitting around the seats couldn't help whispering.

Seeing that the decisive battle was coming ahead of schedule, these people gathered their energy and planned to watch a good show.I didn't expect it but I couldn't enjoy it.

Only under the main hall, on the left side of Wei Zong, there were more than ten people lined up one by one, it was obvious that their expressions seemed to have changed slightly.

As soon as the silver-armored man landed on the ground, Wei Zong squeezed out a smile on his face, and asked casually: "Why did you go and come back, my virtuous brother?"

Great Elder Wu Wenlin also bowed his hands to pay tribute.

The Yinjia man didn't answer, Wei Zong himself answered very quickly: "In short, it has already been agreed that the arrangement for this battle and the choice of advancing and retreating are all up to my virtuous brother, and Wei will not interfere."

As soon as these words came out, the man in silver armor said: "Since he wants to be brave, how can I not fulfill his wish?"

Turning his head to glance at the seats on the left, the man in silver armor said indifferently: "What are you waiting for? Please go ahead."

The faces of more than a dozen people whose colors had changed slightly before became even more ugly now.

These more than ten people are all elders of the Bipolar Hall who signed the death contract.

Those who dare to make a death contract are naturally not without courage.In addition, most of them don't have much life expectancy, and it is inevitable that the big waves will wash the sand.

All the elders previously had a will to die, and whoever would fight was determined by drawing lots.The first eight people were selected in turn, and the remaining sixteen people survived the catastrophe, and there was always some joy in their hearts.

But the swing between life and death is the most tormenting.

At this time, they relaxed slightly, thinking that they would be lucky enough to live a whole life and take care of themselves, but they turned around again.No matter how good the heart is, there must be some fluctuations.

On the third-to-last seat, a middle-aged man in a green robe roughly cupped his hands and asked with some difficulty: "Dare to ask... how many people are still needed?"

The man in silver armor waved his hand, and said impatiently: "If I feel that the chance of victory has come, I will not lose my life in vain than you and others."

Seeing the opportunity, Wu Wenlin stretched out his hand to signal.

Immediately a young cultivator dressed as a palace guard stepped forward, holding a golden pot in his hand.

Although the mouth of this pot is open, there is a hidden strict restriction to prevent prying eyes.

The elders didn't delay any longer, and at the same time concentrated their fingertips together, and lightly tapped on the golden pot.

Feeling a lifetime, more than ten nail-sized copper balls shot out from the mouth of the pot, and bounced to the palms of each person without any difference.

Wait until the strange brilliance of the copper ball, like a wax seal, fades away.Taking a closer look, the copper balls in the palms of the other eleven people are all purple; only one person is holding a black ball.Coincidentally, it was none other than the green-robed elder who just played the role of asking questions.

Now that it's settled, delaying it will only make people laugh in vain.The green-robed elder immediately got up, saluted everyone around him, sighed slightly, and went to Zhongtian.

The silver armored man's eyes sharpened suddenly, and he followed him closely.

From landing on the battlefield, greeting each other, adjusting the breath, and attacking with all your strength... until death and the hand of innocence, everything is in sight.

After more than ten breaths, Yin Jia spat out two words: "Continue".

The drawing of lots and the order of playing will be repeated again.

second person.

third person.

fourth person.

After the fourth person entered the battle, the elders had already let go of their hope of surviving.

At this time, they have already seen clearly that although they are expensive as an elder, they are just pawns when facing a higher level game.The pillar of the sect doesn't mind exchanging a few lives for [-]% of the final victory.

But at this moment, the silver-armored man's eyes froze.

He identified clearly: after the death of the fourth person, Yuwu adjusted his breath to more than twenty breaths, and never recovered.

The palace guard holding the golden pot had already stepped forward again to carry out the fifth round, the thirteenth round in total.The silver armored man reached out his hand to stop, and said loudly: "His limit has been reached."

(End of this chapter)