Seeking the Way of Immortality

"In that case, I have nothing to say!"

Xie Mengdu agreed, and naturally no one would come out to cause trouble at this time, so all the cultivators agreed with this statement.

Whether they were cultivators of the righteous path or cultivators of the demon sect, they were all staring at the blood-colored light column in the center, expecting a higher-level magic weapon to fly out.

After half an incense stick, just when everyone thought there was no blood, the center suddenly became bloody, and dozens of streams of light erupted together. In addition to magic weapons, there were also jade bottles and other things flying out.

Wu Zheng's consciousness penetrated his body, and Dugu Yan beside him was also full of light. The two flew up and went towards the flying light.

Wu Zheng did not look for the one with the brightest light, but chose a relatively weaker streamer. There was no reason. There were several great monks at the scene. Wu Zheng did not want to fight with the great monks at this critical moment. That would be bad for both him and others. Dugu Yan was a smart person. She understood Wu Zheng's meaning. She flashed and ran towards another streamer like a bright light.

Everyone flew up, relying on their skills and speed. After seeing one, they ran up desperately.

After all, there were more monks than meat. There were no less than a hundred people competing with Wu Zheng, and there were dozens of people competing with Dugu Yan. After all, there was more than one smart person, and there were definitely many monks who had the same idea as Wu Zheng.

On the other side, Shui Muyang, Xie Meng and other old monsters flew towards the brightest streamer, and others naturally did not dare to compete with the old monsters.

Just when Wu Zheng was about to catch that flash of light, a murderous intent gushed out from behind. Wu Zheng's mind tightened and he had to give up the treasure in his hand. He put his right hand together and pointed the sword, and swung it back violently, shooting out a sword energy. Taking the opportunity to turn his body around, Wu Zheng realized that he had been surrounded! The flash of light would not wait for him. At the moment when Wu Zheng dodged and fought back, it flew directly into the distance.

Wu Zheng was furious, and the purple spear flashed in his hand: "Since you want to fight, then I will play with you."

On the other side, Dugu Yan got a flash of light quite smoothly. There was no time to look at it first, and it was directly stuffed into the storage ring by Dugu Yan. After all, she is the top beauty in Dingzhou, and the first family of Dingzhou is standing behind her. No one dares to be presumptuous in front of her.

Dugu Yan saw Wu Zheng was surrounded and was about to fly over to help him. At this moment, dozens of sect monks surrounded her. A young monk smiled and said, "Fairy Dugu, if you stand still after getting the benefit, we will not make it difficult for you. But if you want to help Wu Zheng, we will not be polite!"

"Oh, I want to see how you are not polite?" After speaking, Dugu Yan did not wait for the man to answer, and directly opened the ice light shield, and suddenly stabbed out with the ice sword in his hand.

On the other side, Liu Suifeng took a piece of flowing light with his extraordinary speed. He did not stop or fight with others. He directly shuttled around the palace with his speed, leaving the monks helpless.

Feixue relied on the broken sword, and no one dared to take it lightly. After all, he was a Yuanying stage monk, and no one would fight him at this time.

The brightest light that Shui Muyang and others fought for was finally won by Xie Meng, which made Li Fei and others very angry, but no one dared to say anything.

Shui Muyang curled his lips, stepped aside and stopped talking.

"Yan'er, you retreat." Wu Zheng's voice revealed that he could not be questioned. Dugu Yan was startled and immediately stepped aside. She knew that Wu Zheng did not want her to interfere in his battle at this time.

Wu Zheng thrust out his spear suddenly, directly knocking a cultivator at the peak of the Golden Core Stage away. The spear swept across, opening and closing, and no one could get within three feet of Wu Zheng for a while.

Li Fei and Wang Jiuming on the side looked extremely ugly. None of the disciples under his sect had a lower cultivation level than Wu Zheng, but they were killed by Wu Zheng alone and could not even get close to him. The face of the sect was completely lost by them.

Xie Meng laughed. With Xie Meng leading the way, his demonic monks became even more unscrupulous, and foul language kept coming out.

"Hey, the righteous sect is really good, using the majority to bully the minority, good job!"

"Isn't it? And it's using the big to bully the small!"

"Wu Zheng, good job, I love you to death!" A female cultivator of the demon sect, with bare breasts and a proud figure, a set of standard armor only covering two huge weapons, holding a sword in hand, long hair flying, a real Sailor Moon.

Looking at her cultivation, it has reached the level of the early stage of the Nascent Soul, which is even stronger than Dugu Yan.

"Wu Zheng, come to the Demon Sect! I am optimistic about you." A middle-aged monk standing next to the female cultivator looked at Wu Zheng with admiration, and his eyes did not hide the arrogant fighting spirit at all.

Dugu Yan's face turned pale and looked at the female cultivator with anger.

Shui Muyang smiled but said nothing.

Liu Suifeng gently waved his folding fan, smiling as he watched Duguyan and the evil female cultivator quarreling.

Feixue held the broken sword, motionless, but the fighting spirit in his eyes became more and more vigorous.

Several Buddhist monks held rosary beads and chanted "Amitabha!"

In just a few breaths, Wu Zheng had injured several people, but did not take anyone's life.

Li Fei and Wang Jiuming understood that Wu Zheng was not without strength, but was showing mercy. If they continued to fight, they would only lose face for their righteous sect.

So Li Fei had to say in a deep voice: "A bunch of useless things, why don't you get back to me."

Several monks heard Li Fei's shouting, their faces turned pale, and they had to bite the bullet and fly back.

Wu Zheng did not pursue him, and put away his spear: "Next time, I will not hold back!"

After speaking, he spread his wings of wind, used the wind flash to the extreme, and stood directly beside Dugu Yan in a flash. It was not until this moment that the monks who had just fought with him realized that they had already walked through the gates of hell. Wu Zheng had this strength. Their resentment because of Wu Zheng's words immediately disappeared without a trace.

It was not until this moment that they remembered Wu Zheng's other identity——the Nine-Nine Thunder Tribulation Master, and it was not until this moment that they realized how terrible the person they had been provoking was.

The one who was most shocked was not them, but Liu Suifeng. He had always believed that no one in the same stage would be faster than him. What he did not expect was that Wu Zheng, who was only in the Golden Core Stage, was not inferior to him at all.

How could he not be shocked!

Wu Zheng suddenly showed his unparalleled speed, not to show off, but to tell the monks who had been provoking him that he, Wu Zheng, was not a soft persimmon that could be squeezed by anyone!

The light that Wu Zheng was chasing was finally obtained by another cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. Wu Zheng did not say anything, but stood beside Dugu Yan without saying a word.

For a while, the field unexpectedly fell into silence. Everyone was thinking about how strong Wu Zheng was and how much they knew about Wu Zheng. Until this moment, they had heard more about Wu Zheng's legend. As for Wu Zheng's real trump card, no one had ever seen it. Even Li Fei, who had fought with him, was doubting Wu Zheng's true strength. Until this moment, Li Fei really understood that it was no accident that Wu Zheng could kill Xue Jinhua!

Shui Muyang looked cautious. He had always treated Wu Zheng vaguely. He only interacted with Wu Zheng for Dugu Yan's sake. In his heart, Wu Zheng was just a junior. However, it was not until this moment that he realized that he was wrong. It was not until this moment that he really looked at Wu Zheng and put him on the same level as himself and interacted with him on an equal footing.

Xie Meng's eyes sparkled with admiration, but this was obviously not the time to talk, so he could only suppress his thoughts.

The female cultivator of the Demon Sect stared at Wu Zheng without blinking, as if she wanted to swallow Wu Zheng into her stomach, not caring about Dugu Yan's murderous eyes at all.

Feixue's eyes were filled with more fighting spirit, and her hands holding the sword tightened. Between her eyes, she burst out with infinite fighting spirit, which did not decrease at all because of Wu Zheng's shock.

Wu Zheng didn't care what others thought of him, and just stood beside Dugu Yan with his eyes closed, without saying a word!