Fortune Teller

The eyes of the eight people were dull, their faces were full of disbelief, and they had even forgotten about the fight!

In fact, they were unable to move. The aura of the God King was so violent that it filled the void, like heavy iron water flooding a hundred feet of space. They were lucky not to be crushed to death.

Dozens of feet away, a dark figure in the depths of the wilderness stared at the God King whose body was shattered, his pupils dilated, his expression full of fear and confusion.

A god in golden armor fell before his eyes. This scene was really terrifying.

The shattered golden armor and the continuous pouring out of golden light all represent the rapid loss of the god's vitality.

Gu Yue fell in the sky, her gaze was like a sword glaring across the crowd. Her appearance had changed a lot at this moment. Compared to her previous outstanding appearance, she was slightly inferior, but she still had a vague aura of purity.

"Are you a god...a god?"

The silver-armored assassin's voice trembled.

Gosh!

They actually want to assassinate a god?

"God?" Gu Yue glanced at the Golden-armored God King, "If it weren't for finding this God King hiding in the dark, he would have been dead long before you took action!"

Everyone's bodies trembled violently.

The golden-armored God King was actually killed by the woman in plain clothes in front of him. Is the weak woman next to Gu Ximing a god?

No, no, how could a god kill a god? Only demons kill gods.

"You are the devil, you are the devil!"

The faces of the eight warriors were full of fear.

There was actually a demon in the city of Yuliang, and it was the beauty beside Gu Ximing. In an instant, everyone suddenly thought, Gu Yue is a demon, and who is Gu Xiuyun?

Their hearts were chilled to the bone.

Gu Yue shook her head slightly, raised her hand, and invisible waves filled the area, turning the six silver-armored assassins and the black shadows in the field into ashes.

As for the maids and guards on the ground, the venom has been driven away by spiritual power, and the wounds have gradually healed, but this memory has completely disappeared, as if they have never encountered the assassin, nor have they seen the golden-armored God King with his body broken.

Gu Yue walked back to the nanmu sedan. Du Lingyu, who was only five years old, was still sleeping soundly on the soft couch. She had no idea that there had been a fight outside.

call!

A strong wind blew by, and the guards, maids, and sedan bearers who had fallen on the ground stood up one after another. The bearers picked up the sedan, and the maids followed behind. The guards were waiting on both sides. They were no different from before the assassination, except that their faces were stiff, as if Like a zombie.

And the two soft-armor warriors also returned to the depths of the wilderness.

After the strong wind dissipated, everyone's bodies trembled violently, and they regained consciousness one by one, but they just looked around and continued to move forward.

Their memories only stayed at the moment before the assassination, when the strong wind blew by their ears.

The team continued to move forward along the official road. In the wilderness, the golden-armored God King stood up, the golden light around him gradually converged, and there was a sense of indifference and depth in his eyes.

This god king has been controlled by Gu Yue's split soul Qiansi Nian.

…

The battle on Xuanliang Mountain is still going on. Gu Xiuyun and Beiting Gong are fighting inextricably. The warriors on the mountains on both sides are watching with excitement.

They couldn't see the specific battle scenes, but they could see the mountains breaking apart everywhere, huge rocks flying, and the sound of collisions resounding throughout the sky. Sometimes it was like the sound of gold and iron, crisp and sweet, and sometimes it was like drums at dusk and bells in the morning, shocking the mind.

"Xiantian... my biggest dream in this life is to become a Xiantian warrior," a young man trembled with excitement, "As long as I can step into the Xiantian realm, I am willing to die."

"Dreaming," said an old man beside him, "There are so many warriors in the world, and there are countless geniuses from aristocratic families. How many of them can step into the Xiantian? The Xiantian realm requires not only demon flesh and blood, but also will and opportunity. "

On the high platform, the eldest prince looked into the distance, his expression showing envy and longing.

Innate warriors are not only strong men in the human world. Even if they die, they can also turn into gods and live in the world forever.

The selection of gods and men in the Spirit Realm is very simple: first, the soul must be pure and powerful enough.

Two: Be a decent person and have a pure and kind mind.

There are many good people in the world, but few can withstand the baptism of the divine realm and condense the body of a god. However, innate warriors are different. Their souls are extremely powerful and they have reached the level of gods before they die.

The baptism in the spirit realm is a life-threatening difficulty for mortals, but it is easy for innate warriors, so most innate warriors can become gods.

"Innateness and gods will all be mine." The eldest prince clenched his fists.

…

This battle lasted for three days and two nights. The entire Xuanliang Mountain collapsed completely, and the mountain as high as a hundred feet turned into a plain, almost paving a ten-mile radius.

The warriors on the hills on both sides continued to retreat, and finally fled to the wilderness, and could no longer see the battle scene clearly.

As for the eldest prince, he has already left here.

For three days and two nights, ordinary warriors would be hungry and their stomachs would growl, let alone the normally pampered prince.

Finally, there was no more collision sound deep in the mountains. Some brave warriors stepped forward to observe, but they only saw gravel everywhere, and many of the stones even turned into powder and covered the ground.

As for Beiting Gong and Gu Xiuyun, they have already disappeared.

…

In Du Zhiqiu's mansion, there is a lotus pavilion.

Gu Xiuyun and Beiting Gong sat opposite each other, with two jars of strong-smelling wine placed on the stone table.

"I didn't expect Brother Gu to have such advanced martial arts skills at such a young age," Beiting Gong burst into laughter. "Compared with Brother Gu, my 150 years of life have been in vain!"

Gu Xiuyun smiled slightly and was noncommittal.

One hundred and fifty years?

His training years are more than ten times longer than that of the other party.

"Everyone says that Beiting Gong is good at swordsmanship, and the Cold Wind Sword is extremely powerful. Brother Gao gave up his sword and fought me with his bare hands. I can't win this battle."

"Brother Gu, there is no need to be modest. You have only entered the innate realm a few years ago," Beiting Gong shook his head and said, "I entered the innate realm as early as ninety years ago. Since then, I have been practicing hard day and night for a full sixty years before I reached the innate realm. The second level, so far, has not been able to break through the threshold of the third level. For this reason alone, I am convinced that I have lost."

"The road to martial arts is too difficult!" Gu Xiuyun sighed.

"Yeah, it's so difficult!"

Duke Beiting was deeply moved.

…

By the lake, the eldest prince in a brocade robe appeared, flanked by General Lan Chonghe, and behind him a group of imperial guards.

Each of the imperial guards was wearing heavy armor, full of energy, and their strength was no less than that of a second-rate warrior.

In addition to General Lan and the imperial guards, a group of officials followed closely, including Du Zhiqiu.

"Your Highness, the boat is over there," Du Zhiqiu pointed to the left and said respectfully, "The boat is small and can only accommodate two people. Your Highness, please get on board with General Lan."

"Um!"

The eldest prince nodded slightly, with an overbearing power in his expression.

"Your Highness, both Beiting Gong and Gu Guogong are innate warriors. If they come uninvited, I'm afraid they will be annoyed." Lan Chonghe hesitated, "Why don't we wait aside and wait for Beiting's approval before we go Lotus Pavilion.”

The eldest prince frowned and glanced at the two people who were drinking in the distance, "That's fine. It's just that the two princes have just experienced a fight. I'm afraid their strength has been exhausted. They may not notice it here. Why not send a slave there first?" , and save us a wasted trip.”

Lan Chonghe instinctively felt something was wrong and was about to stop him, but was stopped by Du Zhiqiu's eyes.

Everyone knows the temper of the eldest prince. He is headstrong and has a high heart. It is not easy to listen to Lan Chonghe's words. If Lan Chonghe continues to speak, I am afraid that the eldest prince will be unhappy. However, this prince is the most The candidate who may succeed as the leader of Ao country will have good consequences in the future if he offends him.

Lan Chonghe shook his head helplessly.

A guard and his slave boarded the boat and sailed towards the lotus pavilion in the middle of the lake.