My wife is a passerby villain

Chapter 375: Reaching the Earth Level
Seven C-level cultivators tensed their nerves and were in a stalemate with a dozen cultivators in ancient costumes.

The realms of the cultivators were all on the low side, but combined with the majestic formation, they were suppressed for a while and couldn't even lift their heads.

At the same time, the two B-level cultivators had reached a point where they could no longer continue.

"I have entered the secret realm, and this is the first time I have been beaten in such a mess." The B(-) realm cultivator who had just arrived spoke in a somewhat unclear voice. Feeling something was wrong, he spat on the ground, and was shocked to see There was a broken tooth in a pool of blood on the ground.

"It's just right. I've long found this tooth unpleasant!"

Being in the B (-) realm, he is usually quite serious when he is in the raiding group. After all, he needs to maintain a certain degree of dignity in front of his team members, otherwise he will make them feel that there is room for negotiation when executing some orders.

But now that I have met my classmates, the language becomes much more casual.

"Can't we defeat us at all?" The strong man in the B (-) realm assumed the posture of a warrior, surrounded by extremely surging spiritual power. At the same time, as he moved, part of the sword intent around him was swept up by him. , as if everything around him was integrated with his breath.

However, cracks can already be seen vaguely on his arm guard.

The young man next to him didn't say anything. The ink mark on his chest with the word "roy" was about to fade away, and the spiritual veins on his body were bleeding. As for the Thunder Lord... he didn't know where he had gone.

The strong man in the B (-) realm saw that his classmate ignored him and looked weak, so he shouted directly at the young man, "Good husband, two more rounds!"

The next moment, an extremely powerful sword energy passed by, and the cultivator in the B (-) realm flew directly backwards.

"I call you and other sect masters here, and I will spare your lives." The young man stood in the air, but his voice sounded hoarse with vicissitudes of life.

"Thank you!" After hearing this, the B(-) level cultivator immediately got up, hugged the boy with a fist, and then prepared to drag his extremely weak classmate away.

If you can't fight a little, you will die if you don't run!
You have to be cowardly, otherwise when will you be cowardly?
But before he could reach his classmate's side, a rusty giant sword suddenly cut through the sky and landed on his classmate with a terrifying roar, causing even the earth to tremble.

"Didn't your uncle say that we should be spared?"

"Yes," the young man said silently, his whole body filled with sword intent, "One life."

The strong person in the B (-) realm was confused. He thought the other party was talking about nouns, but it turned out to be numerals?
"Hey, are you still alive?" The B (-) realm cultivator shouted hurriedly, and at the same time, the dense cracks on the arm guard suddenly became more obvious. After the terrifying increase in spiritual power, they were about to break.

Someone from the camp had already rushed back to inform him of the situation, and now he had to quickly rescue his classmates!
"Smashing sky!"

The B(-) level expert's full blow hit the sword directly, causing his arm guard to completely shatter. However, panting, he discovered...the rusty giant sword in front of him turned out to be It's just tilted at some angle.

"Grandma, I'm not going to die here too, right?"

"Stubborn..." The young man held the sword, his voice still hoarse.

But at the next moment, a terrifying aura suddenly swelled on the horizon of 11-9, tearing the young man's sword array to pieces in an instant.

The intensity of the spiritual power was not very high, and he had no intention of attacking, but just the pressure contained in his breath actually made the young man spit out a mouthful of blood.

At the same time, the unstable spiritual energy fluctuations in the surrounding space due to the battle were calmed down abruptly.

Both cultivators and cultivators all looked at the sky at this time...but there was nothing there except the bright white fish belly.

They were in a stalemate like this for half a minute, and then a car covered with beautiful anime girls came out of the depths of the forest.

The model of the car is a bit old, and it is obviously different from the current Dogen class special service car. At the same time, the owner's driving skills seem to be somewhat unsatisfactory. The strong body of the car has not been damaged, but the vehicle is stained with various bark and stone fragments. crumbs.

Immediately afterwards, an uncle wearing an anime vest got out of the car angrily, scratching his head and looking particularly embarrassed.

"Hello fellow Taoists."

boom--!
A rusty sword was sacrificed by a cultivator, and then he volleyed straight towards the dead man and stabbed him in the air!

"Hey, are you just half a minute late?" The old man was frightened and hurriedly raised his butt to hide. The young man who finally escaped from the giant sword as the sword formation was lifted was immediately furious. burn.

He directly drew the characters with the blood on his body, but as soon as the character 'kill', which contained a terrifying aura, was formed, the uncle of the dead house broke it up with an inadvertent wave of his hand.

The cultivator seemed to be extremely angry, but when he was about to continue attacking, the young man next to him waved his sleeve and forced him to take a few steps back and stand beside him.

Seeing this, Uncle Shizhai clasped his hands slightly and said respectfully: "There must be some misunderstandings between us. Can we take a step to discuss it in detail?"

"Misunderstanding?" The sword energy around the young man swayed again, "Between you and me, what is there to talk about in the game of life and death?"

Uncle Shizhai frowned slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he continued to ask in a deep voice: "Are you from outside the Pure Land?"

His words were not understood by even the cultivators present, let alone the cultivators present.

Beyond the Pure Land?
Aren’t they the weirdos in the camp?
"Pure Land?" The young man also showed a puzzled expression, "We are from Quyang."

"Quyang..." Uncle Shi Zhai pondered for a moment and asked: "The Quyang Dynasty is one of the dynasties in the Western Region, with hundreds of sects and more than 500 million subjects?"

"That's true, what does it have to do with you?" The cultivator next to the young man said angrily: "What dynasty and country are you from!"

Uncle Shizhai shook his head slightly, avoided the question, and then said: "You guys, Quyang, is located in a remote area. If there is a disaster, it is difficult to estimate the dead. In a long time, I am afraid there will be hundreds of thousands."

"But this kind of famine, a small disaster every three years, a major disaster every ten years, even if there are capable people in the yellow rank who take action, they can only save one county. If we encounter the monster again, it will be thousands of miles of bones, and the wolves and dogs will be full." belly……"

When Uncle Shizhai said this, the young man's expression did not change, but the cultivator next to him seemed to have been greatly humiliated and said angrily: "I, Quyang, are working hard to govern. The emperor guards the country, the king dies in the country, and the fairy family All of us must practice wholeheartedly to inquire about the way of heaven, slay the evil spirits, destroy evil spirits and monsters, and save the world from vicissitudes!"

"But the way of heaven is unfair. We have been tested many times. What is your intention in saying this? How much better is the small land you govern than me?"

The young man did not stop the cultivator from saying these words, but just ignored him.

The uncle of the dead house said this, and he understood the specific situation, and then changed the subject and said: "But if the fight continues, both sides will lose."

"Our common enemy should be this mountain of beasts..."

"If you are willing to help us win this game, I can guarantee that from now on, there will be no injustice in Qu Yangchao...the way of heaven."

"What a loud tone..." The young man's eyes showed a hint of coldness, "But you just want us to die."

"However, we don't care whether we live or die. Ever since we set out on the path of cultivation, we have already been prepared to die..."

"However, the subjects of my dynasty are all the Taoists we have cultivated to this point. How can we abandon them?"

"Of course," Uncle Shizhai said helplessly, "We are also doing it for the people of our country..."

"So, there is absolutely no possibility for us to give in." "Haha..." The young man stared at the dead man, his voice getting hoarse, "Originally, between black and white, we could play chess and win together in this secret realm."

"But in order to monopolize the secret treasure, you Black Chess broke the agreement, putting me in a desperate situation, and even massacred my entire sect..."

"Now you dare to promise that there will be no more unfair heaven and let us die obediently. This is really a good plan!"

"Tie?" The dead man frowned slightly.

"Ten years ago, we made an alliance with blood. Five years ago, we abandoned it like a shoe. Now, can we pretend to have forgotten it?"

"Then, do you remember me?" Uncle Shizhai suddenly asked.

The young man hesitated slightly.

"What about the monks around me?"

Seeing that the young man was still silent, the dead man continued: "The Secret Realm of the Chess Saint has a limit of the middle level of the yellow rank, just for the purpose of playing two chess games."

"So there won't be a huge difference in our realms of cultivation...except for me."

"But if none of the monks like me waiting here have taken action, and others can easily kill you..."

"Then what's the point of playing chess? Just flip the table over and kill the players."

Having said this, Uncle Shizhai took a deep breath and sighed: "And a draw is impossible."

"Black and white are competing against each other, and the opponent is you and me."

"But if it's a draw, it's a game with that chess master."

"As far as the cost is concerned...it's far better than killing all of you."

"Ha, you admitted it!" the cultivator next to the boy scolded, "What's the point of talking so much!"

"No," Uncle Shizhai spread his hands, "Our survivors can be said to be the hostages of the chess master, and we are trying to protect everyone. Even if the price is hundreds of people, it is unacceptable."

"So, we had to make a compromise..."

"Otherwise, what is a mere chess master?"

When the dead man said this, his expression showed real anger for the first time.

"Are the survivors of your kingdom more valuable than our subjects?" These words clearly touched what the young man cared about the most, "tens of thousands of us have stayed in this secret realm forever, and the remaining survivors... No matter what, we must rescue him."

"We have the same idea, but it's a pity that it's contradictory." Uncle Shizhai slowly raised his hand, "The peace treaty you mentioned ten years ago was indeed not made by us."

"But, that doesn't mean I won't do it..."

After the uncle of the dead house said this, he gently shook the hand he just stretched out, and a terrifying breath spread out. The few cultivators who stayed here, except for the young man's bun that was blown up, were all the same. Time revealed its terrifying true appearance.

"This..." The B(-) level cultivator was suddenly a little stunned. At first, he felt that something was wrong with this group of cultivators. After being beaten, what was exposed looked like old wounds. But now that he looked at it, it was simply They are all a bit infiltrating.

"It's impossible to reconcile between us in this regard," Uncle Shizhai looked at the young man silently, "And when you asked me to come, you must have already prepared to make concessions, right?"

"Of course, I will try my best to compensate you for the mistakes I have made because of this."

"Compensation?" The cultivator next to the young man sneered ferociously: "We are just trying to lure the snake out of the hole. If that's the case, then let's keep your life!"

"My life..." Uncle Shizhai didn't move at all, and he didn't even move his body. Then he said in a very awkward ancient language: "I have no life to compensate you, but I can entrust my family to protect my life." Quyang Dynasty has been blessed with abundant spiritual power for at least a hundred years, and good weather for thousands of years."

"No?"

"You can also notice that my realm is 'infinite' and exceeds the middle level of the Yellow Level Realm, and the limit of the secret realm is also the middle level of the Yellow Level Realm, and it can only be broken through after entering."

“So, if I want to come in, there’s always going to be some price to pay.”

"As for my price, it is just like you...the body is destroyed and the Tao disappears. I use all my cultivation and cooperate with my family's secret treasure to forcefully send my remaining soul in while being torn apart by the 'realm'."

The young man actually noticed this, otherwise when the Chess Saint's Secret Realm was discovered 17 years ago, one of the elders of Qingyang Sect would have come over.

But at that time, they tried all their methods, but they all ended in failure, and the elders at the top of the Yellow Rank of Qingyang Sect couldn't do it, so why could the other party do it?
"What level of cultivation did you have before entering the secret realm, and which country's national treasure was unsealed?"

Uncle Shizhai hesitated slightly, but finally sighed: "I am at the top of the earth hierarchy."

"As for the secret treasure, it is a forbidden secret of my family, so please don't ask any more questions."

The young man's face froze for a moment, but the cultivator next to him said somewhat confusedly: "Earth...Earth steps?"

"If you don't believe it, after leaving the secret realm, my family will go to Quyang, the Western Territory to prove it... Ah, yes, you probably won't be able to leave the secret realm. It's a pity, it's a pity."

"However, what I promised can still be easily accomplished."

The young man was silent for a long time and did not speak any more. The cultivator next to him saw that his senior brothers were silent and he did not dare to say anything more.

After all, in the sect, they are not inner disciples, but close disciples of the elders.

As for his senior brother, he was trained as the next sect master, and his talent and strength naturally need no elaboration.

But even so, the highest realm they can access is just the secluded ancestor of the sect, an old monster at the lower Xuan level.

And... when he reached the upper levels of the earth hierarchy, his imagination was somewhat lacking.

But, how could such a being die for the sake of a mortal?
This is unreasonable, because this kind of existence, in a single thought, is the life and death of hundreds of millions of living beings. No dynasty dares to take such a risk. If there is a slight mistake, the national destiny will be destroyed.

"Which country and dynasty are you from?" The young man frowned and asked, "A high-ranking person will die for the sake of a mortal. What kind of stupid national policy is this!"

"If evil spirits invade and the demon tribe causes chaos, what should you do?"

"I..." Uncle Shizhai wanted to say it, but he hesitated for a moment and sighed slightly: "My realm is not enough, even if I can tell my true name... let alone the remaining spiritual thoughts like you, even this way The secret realm will be torn to pieces.”

"All traces of its existence will be erased."

(End of this chapter)