Inside the hidden chamber.
Lu Zhou bombarded the mysterious box with his energy for a long time.
The box was still intact. There was not even a scratch on it.
'A box that can't be opened … What does that mean? Did I waste 2,000 Spirit Stones? '
Lu Zhou bent down and studied the box.
Apart from the grooves on the box, there was nothing special about it.
Lu Zhou remembered his weapon, Unnamed.
What would happen if he encountered Unnamed with such a sturdy weapon?
He raised his right hand slightly. The exquisite Unnamed appeared in his palm.
He waved it casually.
Bam!
Unnamed collided with the mysterious box.
Sparks flew!
Lu Zhou immediately looked at Unnamed. There were no marks or damages.
He looked at the box again.
Just like Unnamed, it was intact. However, there were some scratches on it. In just a blink of an eye, the scratches on the box disappeared. It was as though they had melted.
Based on this, it was clear that Unnamed was superior.
However, the material of the box was extremely peculiar. It could return to its original state.
Since Unnamed could even break a peak earth-grade weapon of the Black Knights, it meant that the material of the box was stronger than a heaven-grade weapon.
Lu Zhou stood up.
He decided to give up on studying the box.
Since the system had sold the box, there must be a reason for it.
There was no point in being too hasty. He would cross the bridge when he came to it. He would find a way eventually.
"Heavenly Writing."
Lu Zhou sat down with his legs crossed and entered his meditative state.
After meditating for a while, Lu Zhou discovered that he could easily enter the meditative state.
Moreover, he no longer needed to browse through the contents of the Human Scroll's interface. All he had to do was meditate, and the words of the Heavenly Writing appeared in his mind. One by one, the characters and symbols played on a loop like a TV image...
Meanwhile.
In the Green Jade Altar's meeting hall in the Righteous Sect.
The Fifth Elder, Zhang Chu, explained the ins and outs of the matter to Zhang Yuanshan.
The other elders couldn't help but shake their heads as they listened to his story.
"Sect Leader, the Fiend Temple's Ren Buping deliberately lured you away to lure you away. Ji Tiandao seized the opportunity and killed Elder Zhang! I've told you that the Fiend Path can't be trusted! "
"Zhang Chu, are you sure you saw the Evil Sky Pavilion's Ji Tiandao? Sword Devil Yu Shangrong? "Zhang Yuanshan asked with his hands on his back.
"I'm telling the truth … Even if I'm lying, there were so many disciples on the Green Jade Altar at that time. They can all testify to my words!" Zhang Chu raised his hand and said, "My finger was severed by the Sword Devil!"
Everyone was shocked.
"How can you still stand when Sword Demon makes a move?"
"I … I …"
"Enough."
Zhang Yuanshan's rebuke silenced the entire hall.
No one dared to say anything else. They all looked at the Sect Leader.
Zhang Yuan Shan frowned and said in a clear voice, "There are still many doubtful points in this matter. Don't jump to conclusions before you confirm it. He decided to put Zhang Qiuchi's matter aside for now …
"Elder Zhang died in vain?"
"Why … do you want to avenge him?" Zhang Yuanshan asked.
This rhetorical question silenced the meeting hall.
Who would dare to cause trouble in the Evil Sky Pavilion?
There was no news of the Four Great Dark Knights of Luoyang's Secret Service after they went there.
The Fiend Temple's Zuo Xinchan was the only elite in the world who reached the Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm with the help of the Fiend Zen. Now that he was buried in the Evil Sky Pavilion, who would dare to go there?
The only thing they could rely on was waiting.
Waiting for Ji Tiandao's great limit to come!
At that time, the Evil Sky Pavilion would cease to exist.
Meanwhile.
In Tangzi Town, dozens of miles away from Golden Court Mountain.
An old man and a middle-aged man were drinking tea and resting.
The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment before he said, "Master, are we really going to the Evil Sky Pavilion? It's said that those people are villains who have committed countless crimes. If anything happens to you … "
The old man sighed and shook his head. "I've hesitated many times over the past 20 years. Sometimes, I'm afraid. Sometimes, I'm worried that I'll tarnish the Yun Sect's reputation. However, sometimes, I think that if Ji Tiandao grows old and can't fight anymore, this knot in my heart will follow me into the grave. At that time, I won't be able to rest in peace. "
"However, the Noble and Fiend Paths are irreconcilable."
"If it weren't for my status as a Yun Sect elder, I wouldn't have waited until now," the old man said.
When the middle-aged man stopped talking, the old man sighed and said, "You're still young. Don't think about things you can't figure out … When you reach my age, you'll understand everything."
"I truly don't understand, and I don't want to understand."
"Rascal! I've made up my mind. Don't bring this up again, "the old man said in a deep voice as he put down the teacup in his hand.
The middle-aged man no longer dared to raise any objections.
Two days passed in just a blink of an eye.
Lu Zhou meditated on the Heavenly Writing scrolls several times in the Evil Sky Pavilion.
He was in a familiar state of mind again.
He opened his eyes slowly.
Then, he looked at his remaining merit points on the system dashboard. He had 3,862 points left.
It seemed like he was accumulating merit points slowly by relying on these missions.
Lu Zhou suddenly remembered that he could earn merit points by worshiping devotedly. His eyes brightened. He felt that it was time for his disciples to get some exercise.
He was about to rise to his feet when Little Yuan 'er's voice rang from outside.
"Master, someone wishes to see you at the foot of the mountain."
"Who is it?"
"Hua Wudao."
Lu Zhou was slightly surprised.
He did not expect Hua Wudao to arrive so soon.
If he really had a knot in his heart that made him afraid of the strong, he was truly courageous to come to the Evil Sky Pavilion.
Whizz …
The hidden chamber's door opened slowly.
Lu Zhou walked out of the hidden chamber with his hands on his back.
"Master, you've gotten younger again," Little Yuan 'er said with a smile.
Lu Zhou reprimanded her, "If you have the time to flatter me, why don't you cultivate instead? Don't be like your Fourth Senior Brother. "
"Oh. I see. "Little Yuan 'er nodded.
The two of them made their way to the great hall.
In the main hall.
Zhou Jifeng, Pan Zhong, and the female cultivators of the Derived Moon Palace were all there.
Duanmu Sheng and Mingshi Yin stood on the other side.
"Pavilion Master, Hua Wudao will be here soon," a female cultivator said with a bow.
Lu Zhou stroked his beard calmly as he sat down. He suddenly remembered Zhao Yue was still in the Cave of Reflection. He asked, "How's Zhao Yue doing?"
Mingshi Yin bowed and said, "Fifth Junior Sister, you've been reflecting on your actions every day."
"Did the witchcraft spell worsen?" Lu Zhou was more concerned about this.
"It's not worsening yet."
Lu Zhou nodded.
The power of witchcraft was very strange. So far, it seemed that it had only restricted Zhao Yue's cultivation, but it was possible that the expert in the palace had some other tricks up his sleeve.
"Pay close attention."
"Yes."
At this moment.
Outside the main hall, a female cultivator led two elderly cultivators into the hall.
Everyone turned their gazes over.
On the left was an old man with a slightly hunched back. He seemed to be in a normal state of mind.
On the right was a slightly younger middle-aged man who carried a saber on his back.
The middle-aged man seemed slightly nervous. He looked to his left and right as he entered the great hall.
The old man, on the other hand, was calm. His expression was solemn as he moved at a steady pace.
'Is this Hua Wudao who fought the Evil Sky Pavilion's Patriarch?'
When they reached the center of the great hall, the old man did not kneel. Instead, he cupped his fists and said, "We meet again."
Lu Zhou's disciples frowned slightly when they heard this.
Lu Zhou looked at the old man.
"Have a seat."
Hua Wudao did not stand on ceremony. He took a seat and said, "I should've come earlier … Unfortunately, I was tied up with important matters and delayed my visit until today."
Lu Zhou stroked his beard. He was not in a hurry as he said indifferently, "Hua Wudao, you're from the Yun Sect. The Noble and Fiend Paths have always been at odds. Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you for coming to the Evil Sky Pavilion so brazenly? "
Hua Wudao said calmly, "I might've been afraid if this was a few years ago … However, I'm no longer the same person I once was. I've seen through life and death … If I were only afraid, I wouldn't be here today. "
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