A mob of clones

Looking at the sword light suddenly flying in front of him, the crying old man was shocked. He waved his hands suddenly, and ghost shadows flew out from his hands.

The dark rules suddenly gathered around and bit at the flying sword light.

But what surprised him was that the sword light did not seem to be as powerful as he had imagined, and it tore the red sword intent into pieces without even a wailing.

With such an attack, let alone being a master of the outer scene, he might not even reach the standard of a peerless strong man.

With this level of power, you dare to challenge the crying old man?

But when he saw the initiator of the attack, he was so angry that he laughed.

Because the one who attacked him was not someone else, but the real target of his trip, the Changhong Swordsman - the mysterious Wu He.

At this time, the mysterious Wu He still maintained his image of white clothes and red arrows, with a lotus crown on his head, and his whole body was filled with youthful madness.

This was his position, from behind the Zhang family ancestor to in front of the other party.

That look was very clear.

Just as the other party said just now.

The crying old man’s opponent on this trip is none other than the mysterious Wu He!
Upon realizing this, the crying old man felt boundless anger in his mind, but then the anger slowly subsided, and was replaced by a laughter that was almost earth-shaking.

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha--"

It is better for old people to cry, and naturally they rarely laugh like this.

But there was no doubt that the scene before him really amused him.

It made him laugh so hard that his face turned hideous, and even made tears flow from the corners of his eyes.

Until a certain moment, he lowered his gaze and looked straight at the mysterious Wu He in front of him. The smile on his face slowly faded, but the smile on his face was still there. This smile was no less than the most hideous ghost face.

He waved his hand, and his pair of dark eyes suddenly moved downward. The ghost shadows around him suddenly turned into ghost heads, biting towards the mysterious Wu He.

Each ghost head swelled up in the wind as it fell.

When they were about to touch the mysterious Wu River, they all turned into dozens of meters in size.

A mouth full of sharp yellow teeth exuded a fishy stench, and that smell alone was too much for ordinary people to endure.

If it weren't for the protection of the Zhang family's ancestor, in this instant, all the people from the Wu family who had managed to survive would have been wiped out.

When the mysterious Wu He saw this, sword intent flashed in his eyes.

With a swing of the sword in his hand, a cold and chilling aura spread out to the outside world.

In an instant, cold ice rose into the sky, condensing all the water vapor in the air and instantly freezing several ghost heads.

The next moment, red sword energy shot up into the sky.

Two sword lights of extreme cold and extreme heat folded in the air, carrying a sense of cold and heat, yin and yang, the positive pole giving birth to the negative pole, and the negative pole giving birth to the positive pole.

Birth and death, an endless cycle.

The surging circulation power instantly tore into pieces the dozens of ghost heads that pounced on him, and strangled the crying old man in the sky.

Seeing such a scene, even the contempt in the crying old man's eyes could not help but be slightly restrained, and a hint of solemnity appeared in his eyes, but only for a moment.

The next moment, he pressed his palm downwards and slapped it down. Countless twisted black shadows drilled into the two sword energies that were swirling and circulating in front of him. Ghostly shadows clung to them, twisting constantly, and actually dispersed them in the blink of an eye.

However, after a while, the contempt for the mysterious Wu He in the crying old man's eyes could not help but fade away slightly.

There was a hint of disbelief in his eyes when he looked at the mysterious Wu He.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the Zhang family ancestor behind the mysterious Wu He, his voice was sharp.

"That was the secret teaching of Zhenwu just now."

"You! Joined the Zhenwu Sect?!"

However, as soon as the words came out of his mouth, the crying old man immediately ruled out this possibility.

Because he saw that the ancestor of the Zhang family also had an expression of disbelief on his face.

If Guimi Wu He had joined the Zhenwu sect and learned the Zhenwu secrets directly through normal channels, this old ghost would definitely not have such an expression.

Based on his understanding of the other party, the other party would definitely have a smug look on his face and even show off to him.

Since there is no...

"Heh, secretly learning the secrets of the Zhenwu School."

"Why, old ghost of the Zhang family, are you trying to protect outsiders?"

"If the other two branches of the Zhenwu Sect knew about this, I wonder how your Zhang family would deal with it?"

Listening to the mocking laughter of the crying old man beside him, the astonished expression on the face of the Zhang family's ancestor slowly subsided.

He thought for a moment and immediately understood the general situation.

Recalling the mysterious Wu He that Zhang Yuanshan had mentioned to him, he had previously created a sword move similar to the "Sword Out of Selflessness" when he went to Xijian Pavilion, and learned the moves of the "Green Lotus Sword Classic" when he went to the Zhenwu Sect.

The tricks he saw before him were probably learned from Zhang Yuanshan when they were traveling together.

Although it was unbelievable, when he thought about the incredible powers displayed by the mysterious Wu He, and then thought about his own lifespan that had been added out of thin air, the ancestor of the Zhang family was immediately relieved.

You know, even the great masters of the Dharmakaya realm cannot solve the problem of longevity, but the little guy in front of him, who is only in the awakening stage, has solved it.

If one can accomplish such incredible things, what does it matter if one has only a little bit of learning ability?
Feeling relieved, the Zhang family's ancestor raised his head and looked at the crying old man who wanted to sow discord, and a hint of sarcasm suddenly appeared on his old face.

"Let's not talk about whether Young Master Changhong has secretly learned my Zhenwu secrets. Even if he did, what would happen?"

"There has never been a lack of outstanding young men and women joining our Zhenwu sect."

“If my Zhang family can bring the number one on the Human Ranking and even a future Dharmakaya genius to my Zhenwu sect, what else can the other two sects do but to submit to me.”

"It's you, the crying old ghost."

"I didn't even plan to fight you. I just wanted Young Master Wu He to fight you. Don't you think you can hold on?"

"You are so active in sowing discord, do you really think you can't defeat Young Master Wu He?"

"If that's the case, you might as well kneel down and kowtow to admit defeat."

"Young Master Wu He is a very easy-going person. If you kowtow and admit defeat, we might be able to spare your life."

There was a great deal of sarcasm in the words of the Zhang family patriarch at this moment.

The crying old man, who had originally been smiling and wanted to watch the show, suddenly had a gloomy face.

The pair of eyes looking towards the ancestor of the Zhang family were filled with a cold expression.

But now he is not fighting on home soil.

If we are unable to win a quick victory in Jiangdong, other unexpected events may easily occur.

The person who comes by then may not necessarily be the Zhang family ancestor who he thinks he can definitely defeat.

Thinking of all these hardships in his heart, the old man could only suppress the resentment in his heart for the time being, and looked towards the mysterious Wuhe with a pair of resentful eyes.

At this moment he didn't say anything else but just roared towards the sky. Black gas rose behind him and condensed into an ancient door.

At this moment, the sky was covered with dark clouds.

Without the barrier of the barrier, the horrifying vision directly covered the entire Jiangdong area.

Countless people in Jiangdong saw the sky suddenly turn gloomy. Although most people didn't know what had happened, an inexplicable fear quickly spread in everyone's heart.

Screams of fear continued to spread.

The crowd was running around like a stream of water.

In such a scenario, only a few people could barely keep their composure and kept asking questions while running away, only then did they understand the truth of the matter.

"He is a strong master!"

"With such a powerful attack, only a master-level warrior could fight in the city with all his might!"

"If you don't want to die, you'd better run away quickly!"

……

Not only the people in the city were alarmed by this strange phenomenon. Jiangdong, as a land of fish and rice, naturally gave birth to many powerful people.

One after another, the powerful warriors from outside felt the movement here and all looked solemn.

One figure after another quickly rushed out of the house and rushed towards the direction where the wave came from.

But before they reached their destination.

One after another, the field experts seemed to have sensed something and looked terrified, and quickly ran away.

Even a small number of outdoor masters are like this.

……

The crying old man, a top-level warrior outside, would naturally be able to feel the commotion in Jiangdong City.

Feeling those running figures and seeing those powerful warriors and even the Grandmasters running away directly, as if they were unwilling to be his enemy, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He exerted his power even more unscrupulously.

"The reputation of the ancestor is so terrifying!" "How dare a little beast in the awakening stage to tease my tiger whiskers!"

The gates of hell opened, ghosts rushed out, followed by countless vengeful spirits, surrounding the mysterious Wu River in front of them. It was gloomy and terrifying. At the same time, the crying old man's body turned into sand and was swept over by the wind.

Judging from the posture, it seems that he is going to use thunder-like means to kill the mysterious Wu He directly.

However, facing this situation, the mysterious Wu He was not afraid at all, and drew one standard circle after another with the sword in his hand.

The power to control cold and heat. His hands kept waving, drawing one Tai Chi after another, sweeping away all the ghosts that were surging like a tide around him, creating a pure white land three feet around him.

Seeing that his attack was blocked, the crying old man let out a long cry to the sky.

A pair of eyes kept paying attention to the ancestor of the Zhang family while staring at the mysterious Wu River in the center of the Pure Land. Two ghost shadows actually crawled out of the pair of eyes.

Two ghost shadows tightly grasped the two nodes on both sides of the cold and hot sword intent.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into two huge ghost hands, which actually stuck the sword in the mysterious Wu He's hand and stopped the constantly rotating Tai Chi diagram.

At the same time, the ferocious face of the crying old man broke into the pure land in front of the mysterious Wu He the moment the Tai Chi diagram stopped.

Looking at the mysterious Wu He in front of him, whose body was tightly bound by ghosts and completely unable to move, the look in his eyes was full of proof.

"Little beast!"

"Indeed, I admit that your method is indeed good."

"Not only does it have traces of Xijian Pavilion, but it also touches on the true teachings of the Zhenwu School."

"But you are only just beginning to understand!"

"It is indeed a miracle that you were able to kill that loser Zeluoju."

"If you are allowed to grow up, you might really be another divine sword from outer space."

"Even your useless father's so-called Dharmakāya is not impossible."

"but!"

The crying old man looked at the mysterious Wu He in front of him with a fierce murderous intent in his eyes, and a hideous arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The coldness in his eyes was directed not only at the mysterious Wu He in front of him, but also at the ancestor of the Zhang family behind the mysterious Wu He.

Given the distance between him and the mysterious Wu River at this time, there was no possibility for the Zhang family ancestor to rescue him.

But the crying old man was still extremely wary of the Zhang family's ancestor, and most of his attention was still focused on the other party.

Be vigilant and do not reveal any flaws to prevent the opponent from playing games with you at any time.

However, he was confident that just a small amount of attention would be enough to kill a kid in the enlightenment stage.

He slowly stretched out his hand and pointed it towards the face of the mysterious Wu He in front of him.

The dark ghostly shadow squirmed madly in his hands.

"But even this level of strength is not enough in front of the ancestor!"

"But as long as you are still in the awakening stage, you will never be able to defeat me, your ancestor!"

"I admire your courage very much."

"It's a pity that you provoked me, the ancestor."

"Your fate was determined the moment you turned against me, your ancestor."

As the palm went deeper, the smile on the crying old man's face became more and more ferocious and terrifying.

It seemed that this act of stifling genius could make him feel an unprecedented pleasure in his heart.

Just as his palm was about to completely touch the mysterious Wu He's cheek, a strange phenomenon occurred.

The crying old man's outstretched palm suddenly felt a strong and masculine hot breath.

The hideous and wriggling ghost shadows in his hands were all burned to ashes in an instant.

The sudden horrific scene made the crying old man pull back suddenly.

A pair of eyes stared at the mysterious Wu He in front of him, who suddenly closed his eyes and was emitting light all over his body. His pupils suddenly shrank.

At this moment, because of his burst of power, a scorching sun suddenly appeared in the dark sky.

The sun is shining brightly in the sky, illuminating everything.

The originally dark world was illuminated in an instant.

That sunlight seemed to be more than just ordinary sunlight.

There seems to be some sacred and noble aura within it.

The people who were fleeing in the city looked at the scorching sun that suddenly rose in the sky.

Feeling the warmth emanating from the scorching sun, everyone couldn't help but stop.

The blazing sun hanging high in the sky seems to have some strange power to soothe people's hearts.

Under the shining of the sun, the originally panicked people regained their peace and tranquility.

What is honey to me may be poison to others.

For ordinary people, this scorching sun is like the warm spring breeze, refreshing and giving people a sense of security, warmth and comfort.

But it’s different for the crying old man.

His entire body was connected to the countless wronged souls, and he felt the scorching sun hanging high in the sky was dazzling. He felt like a mouse seeing a cat, with his hair standing on end. He could not look directly at the scorching sun.

The ghosts that kept hovering around him were even more unbearable.

They had been wailing in the air, and now it was as if sulfuric acid was poured all over their bodies. Their bodies were constantly disappearing, and their wailing became even more intense.

Even the intense pain pierced into the crying old man's heart through the connection, causing him to groan.

Fortunately, this little damage could not cause any substantial impact on the crying old man.

He tried hard to open his eyes and look at the mysterious Wu River that caused all this.

Looking at the mysterious Wu He, whose whole body was enveloped by a strange force of heaven and earth, as if he had become the master of heaven and earth, his eyes widened.

He clenched his white teeth for a long time before finally squeezing out four words from between his teeth.

"A quick rise to the top?!"

"How dare you ascend to heaven under my nose!"

"Are you using me, the ancestor, to hone yourself?!"

"You think of me, your ancestor, as a whetstone?!"

Looking at the person in front of him, his face was filled with astonishment and disbelief.

Seeing the expression on the old man's face quickly change from shock to anger, Guimi Wu He didn't feel anything was wrong. He walked forward leisurely and looked at the old man in front of him, but shook his head slightly at his remarks.

"Crying old man, senior, you misunderstood."

"I'm not using you as a whetstone."

"For me, things like whetstones are totally unnecessary."

"My inner vision has already been adjusted. It's just a matter of wanting to achieve success."

"Just now I just felt that the time had come, so I took a leap of faith."

Seeing Guimi Wuhe's look, the anger on the crying old man's face subsided slightly. Just when he thought Guimi Wuhe would say something flattering, Guimi Wuhe actually smiled.

But immediately after he opened his mouth, the crying old man in front of him suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"You seemed to say just now that as long as I am still enlightened, it will be impossible for me to defeat you."

"Actually, I feel the same way."

"The gap between enlightenment and mastery is still too big."

"This fundamental gap cannot be made up by skills at all."

"The gap is a bit too big, it's not easy to play."

"So I thought, I'd better be a location stylist!"

"I really don't mean to use you as a whetstone."

"after all……"

At this moment, the corners of the mysterious Wu He's eyes curved slightly, and the expression on his face made people feel inexplicably terrified.

The look he gave the crying old man in front of him was like a giant dragon in the sky looking down at the ants on the ground.

"Are you worthy of being my grindstone?"

……

(End of this chapter)