What was an expert?
Lu Zhou gave the others a serious demonstration. This was what an expert was like.
Kong Yuan, whom Leng Luo and Pan Litian could not do anything to at the moment, was so weak before the pavilion master.
They suddenly remembered something. Everyone said that the Evil Sky Pavilion's patriarch was nearing the end of his great limit. They had been guessing, probing, and attacking him year after year, but none of them had succeeded. Every time, they could find a reasonable reason to attack again, and this reason was the truth that everyone firmly believed in: the great limit of a thousand years of lifespan.
Under normal circumstances, one's cultivation would decline in the last hundred years …
In that case, there was only one possibility. Perhaps, the Evil Sky Pavilion's patriarch had found the way to the Nine-leaf stage.
If they did not witness it with their own eyes, they would not have believed that the Evil Sky Pavilion's master was capable of unleashing such terrifying power.
The three of them from the Old Age Pavilion thought of the same thing at the same time: Return to simplicity.
Perhaps, when one reached the level of the Pavilion Master, one's control over one's power would return to its original state.
There were no grand movements, no dazzling energy, and no dazzling moves.
…
Just like before.
As Ba Ma pounced, Unnamed slashed his body.
It was just like what he had told Yu Shangrong. If he wanted to kill his opponent, all he had to do was swing his sword.
The sharpness of Unnamed was beyond everyone's understanding.
Kacha!
The sound was like the sound of bamboo being split open.
It was crisp and refreshing.
It was an indescribable relief.
For the first time, the members of the Evil Sky Pavilion felt how wonderful the sound of something cracking was. It was so wonderful that all the pressure was instantly relieved.
Lou Lan's witchcraft genius, Ba Ma, fell just like that.
The surroundings of the Evil Sky Pavilion were quiet.
Lu Zhou glanced at the blood cultivator on the rock. He did not feel any sympathy for him.
Witchcraft was also divided into black and white … Unfortunately, Ba Ma chose the dark side.
"Master's divine might is unparalleled! My horizons have been widened! "Zhu Honggong was the first to break the silence.
The others looked at Zhu Honggong.
"Ugh, I can't help it … I can't help it …" Zhu Honggong scratched his head. The moment he scratched his head, he realized that the sharp edges of the gauntlet were slightly irritating.
Now was not the time for flattery.
Because they saw the puppets that were pushed back slowly moving forward.
Without anyone controlling them, they surrounded him like robots.
There were too many of them, and their defensive power was astonishing. If he were to kill them one by one, who knew how long it would take?
Lu Zhou looked up at the purple mist in the sky and the avatar that was supporting itself. He stroked his beard and said, "Whitzard."
He gave the order.
Moo —
Bai Ze stepped on an auspicious cloud, bathed in auspicious aura, and arrived above the purple mist.
The scene from the battle with the Ten Shamans replayed itself.
Hua Wudao's eyes widened as he watched Whitzard unleash the Auspicious Qi.
The Auspicious Qi quickly pushed down the purple fog until it landed on the ground.
Without the support of the purple mist, the puppets fell to the ground one after another.
This process lasted for quite some time until all the purple fog disappeared and all the puppets collapsed. Only then did Bai Ze let out a long howl … as if it had completed its mission, it flew back and disappeared into the darkness.
Lu Zhou noticed a notification saying that Whitzard was resting. He guessed it should be seven days.
Everyone stared in the direction where Bai Ze had disappeared in a daze …
They all rubbed their eyes.
This … isn't this a big joke?
Why didn't they release it earlier?
Naturally, Lu Zhou had his own plans. If he released Whitzard, Ba Ma might turn tail and run.
The safest course of action was to get rid of Ba Ma first before dealing with the puppets.
Lu Zhou shook his head when he looked at the puppets on the ground.
He had suffered a great loss in this battle.
There were no rewards for merit points, and he was in trouble.
Moreover, the purple mist had absorbed most of the vitality from the grass and trees near the foot of the mountain.
Many of the trees had withered.
Xu Jing stepped forward and descended. He looked at the puppets on the ground. He shook his head and sighed. He straightened his palm and said, "Amitabha!"
"Old monk, what's there to 'Amitabha' about?" Zhu Honggong felt chills run up his spine as he looked at the puppets.
"Although they were controlled by Ba Ma, they had no grudges with us when they were alive … All of this is the grand shaman's fault."
Zhu Honggong nodded. "You have a point."
Xu Jing turned around and said to Lu Zhou, "Benefactor Ji, all lives are meritorious. There's a limit to the cycle of reincarnation, and everything is in order. I'm willing to set up an altar at the foot of the mountain. I hope you'll agree to this, benefactor. "
Lu Zhou swept his gaze across his surroundings.
The dead were already dead. They should be respectful.
"Alright," Lu Zhou said.
"Thank you, Benefactor Ji." Xu Jing straightened his body slowly and said in a clear voice, "On behalf of the dead, I thank you, benefactors."
"Old monk, you're a good friend … I'll leave them to you, then."
"I won't shirk from this."
Mingshi Yin looked at Xu Jing and said, "You're the first monk I've found pleasing to the eye."
Lu Zhou returned to the Evil Sky Pavilion.
"Safe journey, Pavilion Master."
"Safe journey, master."
The others sighed in relief when Lu Zhou left.
"Old Pan, are you alright?" Leng Luo noticed Pan Litian's dispirited expression.
"I won't die." Pan Litian gripped his wine gourd tightly. He coughed twice before he stood up.
Pan Zhong flew down and supported Pan Litian. He said, "Don't force yourself when your cultivation base hasn't recovered."
Pan Litian was not angered. Instead, he laughed. "But … there are many things where you'll only know if you'll be able to pull through if you force yourself."
"Stop trying to talk nonsense into my head. I'll help you back."
The disciples looked at Pan Litian and Pan Zhong as they flew back to the Evil Sky Pavilion.
Hua Yuexing descended slowly from the top of the Evil Sky Pavilion.
She put the Falling Moon Bow away and shook her head. She was still far from being strong enough … She had only killed a limited number of puppets throughout the battle.
Hua Wudao walked up to her and said, "Don't be discouraged. Those are the pavilion master's direct disciples. Their strength can't be measured by conventional standards."
"Oh."
Meanwhile.
Lu Zhou returned to the eastern pavilion.
Although the two swings did not seem like much, he had expended two-thirds of his extraordinary power.
After all, they were more powerful than Eight-leaf cultivators.
Moreover, this was built on the foundation of Unnamed.
He flipped his palm.
Unnamed hovered above his palm.
'Black runes?'
Lu Zhou remembered the scene in the Mausoleum of Swords. Unnamed had absorbed the Demon Sword's black runes and turned them into its own power. 'Is this why it's sharper?'
With just a thought.
Unnamed turned into the shape of a hammer, but there were no black runes. There were no runes surrounding it when it turned into other shapes.
After putting Unnamed away, Lu Zhou cleared his mind of distracting thoughts. He sat down with his legs crossed and entered his meditative state.
This time, he had used a Deadly Strike Card and an Impeccable Card. His remaining item cards were dwindling. Based on the current prices, he would run out of cards sooner or later. He could only rely on his extraordinary power now.
At the same time, he had to think of a way to improve his cultivation base.
Early the next morning.
Lu Zhou had just opened his eyes when a voice rang from outside.
"Master, Xu Jing requests an audience."
"Alright."
Lu Zhou stood up and gauged his extraordinary power.
After one night, it had only increased by a little. The speed of his comprehension was worrying.
'Is it related to the fourth Open Heavenly Writing Scroll? Does my comprehension speed increase with every scroll I open? '
However, he did not dwell on it. Instead, he left the eastern pavilion.
When he arrived outside the great hall, he saw a lively scene.
Outside the great hall, a crowd stood between two majestic pillars. All of them wore monk robes.
Golden Court Mountain was not a small mountain. The area in front of the great hall was several thousand square meters. However, it was filled with monks.
'What's going on?'
The great hall faced the east. The morning sun shone on the Evil Sky Pavilion.
They saw Lu Zhou walking over slowly.
Xu Jing hurried out of the crowd. He straightened his palm and said, "Amitabha."
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