Lu Zhou was slightly surprised to see a Great Yan cultivator at the peak of the Imperial city.
Although he was masked and dressed in black to conceal his identity, he had nowhere to hide from Lu Zhou.
Name: Wei Zhuoran
Identity: Human of Great Yan
Realm: Primordial Soul.
…
Under the golden mirror's illumination, Wei Zhuoran's Six-leaf avatar appeared dazzling.
This meant he had been working hard to raise his cultivation base to the Six-leaf stage for a long time.
At the same time, Wei Zhuoran, who used to be a little reserved and timid, had the aura of a superior after a long period of nurturing.
Conch took a few steps back.
Lu Zhou stood before her and said, "There's no need to be afraid."
Wei Zhuoran regarded Lu Zhou with a complicated gaze. He scrutinized Lu Zhou for a moment before he said, "Although I don't know what method you used to deceive the others, I can see the truth under the golden mirror."
"The truth?"
Lu Zhou said calmly, "What do you think the truth is?"
Wei Zhuoran glanced at the chaos in the city from the corner of his eye. The spies were caught one by one and executed on the spot.
But these spies had nothing to do with him. He smiled and said, "Xiufan Temple has Vajra, doves and pigeons cannot enter, birds cannot perch. Bodhidharma Mo Yun said, 'Obtain the truth.' No matter when, there is only one truth."
"You're right," Lu Zhou said as he stroked his beard, "However, how can you be sure that what you saw was the truth?"
Wei Zhuoran pointed at his head, eyes, and the sky.
"Some are smart, some are stupid, some are born to be enslaved, such as them …"
He pointed at the people in the city and the cultivators who were fighting with all their might.
"And some people are born to lie. They pretend to be very knowledgeable, as if the world is in their hands, and talk nonsense to deceive people who don't know the truth."
Wei Zhuoran stepped forward …
In his eyes, the old man and the young man in front of him were prey waiting to be slaughtered.
Lu Zhou stroked his beard and said,
"Wei Zhuoran."
"Hmm?"
Wei Zhuoran's eyes widened in shock. He looked at Lu Zhou and instinctively took a step back.
How could he recognize it?
"Do you think your wings have hardened?"
"You should be grateful that I helped you replace Wei Zhuoyan's position …" Wei Zhuoyan said.
Wei Zhuoran calmed himself down and said, "Times have changed! Senior Ji, since you recognized it … then don't blame me for not being courteous! "
He glanced at the situation of the battle below the city.
He knew that he couldn't wait any longer.
He moved swiftly toward Lu Zhou's face.
His palms staggered, rotated ninety degrees, and pushed forward.
Just when he thought this palm strike could not kill Lu Zhou, it would at least heavily injure him.
Lu Zhou raised his palm and stretched his arm forward.
It was like the palm of Buddha.
The golden palm print, with subtle blue extraordinary power, met the attack head-on.
Bang!
The distance was so close that there was no time for him to dodge. The palm print, which was as tall as a person, sent him flying!
The black cloth on his face was torn, the bridge of his nose caved in, and his forehead looked like it had been flattened!
Boom! It then crashed into the tower at the peak of the Imperial City. The tower cracked and cracked, on the verge of collapse.
"If I can protect your life, I can also take your life."
Lu Zhou placed his hands on his back as he walked forward.
Wei Zhuoran's eyes widened. He looked at Lu Zhou who was walking toward him in confusion. He stammered incoherently, "No, no, no …"
Just as he was about to activate his avatar and leave, he felt a powerful suction force pulling him back to the Heavenly Sword Pavilion.
The Fiend Monk's Hand Seal!
Lu Zhou grabbed Wei Zhuoran and pulled him back.
Wei Zhuoran's heart sank. 'Impossible!'
'Nothing is impossible.
To me, anyone below the Eight-leaf stage is the same. There's no difference. Those who are more powerful are nothing more than a slap or two. '
Lu Zhou looked at Wei Zhuoran and asked,
"Who are you working for?"
Wei Zhuoran's eyes widened, but he did not reply.
Lu Zhou pulled Wei Zhuoran toward him and tossed him to the ground. Wei Zhuoran exhaled and said, "So, the Five-leaf stage is the fake one?"
After saying this, his head lolled to the side, and he breathed his last.
"Ding! Killed a target. Reward: 1,500 merit points."
Lu Zhou noticed Wei Zhuoran's pupils were slightly dilated, and there was a hint of fear on his face.
The Fiend Monk's Hand Seal had yet to close. The palm strike earlier should not have taken his life. Why did he suddenly die? Did he die from shock?
At this moment, Ye Tianxin flew back at a low altitude.
Her movements were swift as she flew.
Under the golden mirror's illumination, Ye Tianxin's white robes fluttered in the wind. The Eight-leaf Golden Lotus next to her was awe-inspiring.
"Eight-leaf!"
"The Evil Sky Pavilion's Miss Sixth!"
On their way back, the Great Yan cultivators finally noticed that the white-haired, white-clad woman was an Eight-leaf cultivator!
"How many Eight-leaf cultivators are there in the Evil Sky Pavilion?"
"With this one … there should be three."
For many sects, an Eight-leaf cultivator was usually the best candidate for the position of sect master.
Some sects did not even have a Seven-leaf cultivator.
However, the Evil Sky Pavilion had three Eight-leaf cultivators!
What kind of strength did they have?
Ye Tianxin ignored the shocked expressions of the others. She swiftly flew to the peak of the Imperial city.
Lu Zhou noticed that Ye Tianxin was sweating. Clearly, she was not in the condition to handle such an intense battle.
Ye Tianxin landed on the peak of the Imperial city. She bowed and said, "Master."
"Sixth Senior Sister!" Conch ran over.
"Protect Conch," Lu Zhou said.
"Yes, master." Ye Tianxin walked up to Conch.
Lu Zhou glanced in the direction of the golden mirror.
He was observing the situation in the Divine Capital.
Since there were no powerful enemies, the entire process was relatively smooth. It was not as bloody as the Nether Sect's attack on the city.
They basically captured everything they saw.
The Divine Capital was indeed huge.
However, with so many Nascent Divinity realm elites, it did not take long for them to find the city.
In the skies.
The Golden Taixu Mirror kept absorbing the curtain-like power in the sky.
At this moment, Lu Zhou saw a huge goshawk circling in the air.
"Hm?"
Usually, beasts would not simply step foot into human cities.
Some cultivators had studied this before. Even beasts that did not absorb Primal Qi would not simply approach human cities. They seemed to have a natural sense of distance from places that were densely populated. Naturally, this did not mean the beasts would not attack humans. On the contrary, some of the weaker villages and cities had been attacked by beasts more than once.
However, after humans began to cultivate, they became stronger. With the protection of the barrier, the beasts did not dare to approach them.
How dare this goshawk be so bold?
Usually, it would have been shot down by the city's ballistae.
Lu Zhou studied the goshawk.
At this moment, the goshawk descended and approached the Golden Taixu Mirror.
"Livestock!"
Lu Zhou turned around and said, "Conch."
"Master?"
"Chase the goshawk away," Lu Zhou said.
A mere beast was not worthy of Lu Zhou's extraordinary power.
"Mhm."
Conch removed the Lantian Jade Flute from her waist and placed it before her lips.
Chirp!
The sound of the flute was not pleasant, but it was extremely piercing to the ears. It sounded like a spinning cone.
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