Chapter 114 I Am No Longer the Me I Used to Be

in the secret room.

Lu Zhou used Gang Qi to blast the mysterious box for a while.

The box is still intact, not even a trace.

Unopenable box...what do you mean? 2000 wasted?

Lu Zhou leaned down and observed it carefully.

Apart from the groove on the top of the case, there is nothing special about it.

Lu Zhou remembered his weapon "Unnamed".

Thinking so firmly, what will happen when you meet Weiming?

The right hand was slightly raised, and the exquisite and exquisite Unnamed Sword appeared in the palm of his hand.

Just wave.

boom!

The Unnamed Sword collided with the mysterious box.

Sparks fly!

Lu Zhou immediately raised his hand and looked at Weiming Sword. No marks, no damage.

look at the box...

Like the Weiming Sword, it is intact, but there is a little scratch on it. In the blink of an eye, however, the scratches on the case disappeared. As if fused.

It can be seen that the Weiming Sword is even better.

But the material of this box is extremely strange, and it can be restored to its original state.

The Weiming Sword can even cut off the black knight's top-level weapon, indicating that the material of this box is stronger than that of the sky.

Lu Zhou got up.

Decided to give up and continue researching the box.

Since the system has sold this box, it must be useful.

It is useless to be too anxious, the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, and there will always be a way.

"Book of Heaven."

Lu Zhou sat cross-legged and entered the state of comprehending the Book of Heaven.

After this period of comprehension,

Lu Zhou found that he could easily enter that immersive state.

Moreover, he no longer needs to browse the contents of the flip-flop interface, as long as he enters meditation, the words of the scripture will appear in his mind. One by one, the characters and symbols, like TV images, play in a loop...

at the same time.

Right in the first place, the Qingyutan Council Hall.

The fifth elder Zhang Chu told the head Zhang Yuanshan the ins and outs of the matter one by one.

One snot and one tear made the other elders shake their heads.

"Sect Master, Mosha Zong Ren Buping deliberately lured you away, which is obviously a plan to move the tiger away from the mountain. Ji Tiandao took advantage of the emptiness and killed Elder Zhang! I said earlier that the devil is not credible!"

"Zhang Chu, are you sure what you are seeing is Ji Tiandao from the Demon Heaven Pavilion? And the Sword Demon Yu Shangrong?" Zhang Yuanshan said with his hands behind his back.

"It's absolutely true... Even if I lied, so many disciples in Qingyutan were present at the time, they can all testify!" Zhang Chu raised his hand, "My finger was cut off by the sword demon!"

Everyone was shocked.

"Sword Demon shot, can you still stand?"

"me……"

"enough."

Zhang Yuanshan scolded, and the whole hall was quiet.

All of them did not dare to speak, and all looked at the sect master.

Zhang Yuanshan frowned and said loudly: "There are still many doubts about this matter, don't make a rash judgment before it is confirmed. Zhang Qiuchi's affairs should be put on hold first...

"Elder Zhang, just died in vain?"

"Why... you want to avenge him?" Zhang Yuanshan asked rhetorically.

At this rhetorical question, the council hall was silent.

Who dares to go to Motian Pavilion to find trouble?

The four black knights of the Anbu of God's capital have not been heard from since they left.

The Zuoxin Chan of Mosha Sect, the only master in the world who relies on Mochan to reach the Primordial Spirit Tribulation Realm, was buried in the Demon Heaven Pavilion. Who else would dare to go?

The only thing they can rely on is to wait.

Waiting for Ji Tiandao's real limit to come!

At that time, Motian Pavilion will cease to exist.

at the same time.

In Tangzi Town, which is dozens of miles away from Jinting Mountain.

An old man and a middle-aged man had a tea break.

The middle-aged man hesitated, but still said: "Master, do you really want to go to Demon Heaven Pavilion? It is said that those people are full of evil demons. If you have an accident..."

The old man sighed and shook his head: "In the past 20 years, I have hesitated many times for my teacher. Sometimes I am afraid, sometimes I worry about ruining Yunzong's reputation, but I also think about it, if Ji Tiandao is old and can't move anymore, this will happen. If the heart is knotted, it will be buried with the teacher. At that time, the teacher will die without resting his eyes."

"But righteousness and demons are incompatible."

"If it weren't for the identity of the elder Yunzong, how could the teacher be delayed until now?" the old man said.

Seeing that the middle-aged man did not continue to speak, the old man sighed: "You are still young, don't think about some things that you can't figure out... When you reach the age of being a teacher, you will understand everything."

"The disciple really doesn't understand and doesn't want to understand."

"Nie Barrier! The master's mind has been decided, and this matter will not be mentioned again." The old man put down the teacup in his hand and said solemnly.

The middle-aged man did not dare to raise objections.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

Lu Zhou comprehended the celestial book several times in Motian Pavilion.

That familiar mental state returned.

He opened his eyes slowly.

Taking another look at the remaining merit points on the system interface, there are still 3862 points.

Counting on these tasks, the accumulation of merit seems to be slow.

Lu Zhou suddenly remembered that devout worship can also get merit points, and he couldn't help but let a few apprentices move around.

Just as he was about to get up, Xiao Yuan'er's voice came from outside——

"Master, someone at the foot of the mountain is asking to see you."

"who?"

"Flowers have no way."

Lu Zhou was a little surprised.

I didn't expect Hua Wudao to come so soon.

If he really has the heart to fear the strong, and dare to come to Motian Pavilion, his courage is not bad.

hum...

The door to the secret room slowly opened.

Lu Zhou walked out of the secret room and walked with his hands behind his back.

"Master, you are getting younger again." Xiao Yuan'er said with a smile.

Lu Zhou reprimanded: "If you have this kung fu to flatter your teacher, it's better to practice hard. It's okay, learn less from your fourth senior brother."

"Oh. Got it." Xiaoyuan'er nodded.

The two walked towards the main hall of Motian Pavilion.

in the hall.

Zhou Jifeng, Pan Zhong and the female cultivator of the Yanyue Palace were all present.

Duanmusheng, Ming Shiyin, stood on the other side.

"Pavilion Master, Hua Wudao will speak in a while." A female cultivator bowed.

Lu Zhou stroked his beard indifferently, took his seat, suddenly remembered that Zhaoyue was still in the cave of thoughts, and asked, "How is Zhaoyue's reflection?"

Ming Shiyin bowed and said, "The Fifth Junior Sister has been conducting in-depth reviews every day during this period of time."

"Has witchcraft worsened?" Lu Zhou was more concerned about this.

"No deterioration yet."

Lu Zhou nodded.

The power of witchcraft is very strange. At present, it only restrains Zhaoyue's cultivation, but it is uncertain what the masters in this palace have left behind.

"Closely."

"Yes."

At this time.

Outside the main hall, a female cultivator and two elderly practitioners slowly entered the main hall.

Everyone's eyes looked over.

On the left is an old man with a hunchback. Seems to be in a normal state of mind.

On the right is a slightly younger, middle-aged man with a knife on his back.

The middle-aged man's expression was obviously a little nervous. He entered the hall and looked around.

The old man was calm, with a serious expression, not in a hurry.

Is this Hua Wudao who fought against the ancestors of Motiange?

When he came to the middle of the hall, the old man did not kneel, but cupped his hands and said, "Meet again."

A few disciples frowned slightly.

Lu Zhou's eyes fell on the old man.

"Give a seat."

Hua Wudao was not polite, took a seat, and said, "I should have come to visit earlier...However, there are important things that have been delayed until today."

Lu Zhou stroked his beard without worrying, and said lightly, "Hua Wudao, you are from Yunzong, and since ancient times, the righteous and the devil have been incompatible. You are so arrogant to come to my Demon Heaven Pavilion, are you not afraid that this seat will kill you?"

Hua Wudao said calmly: "If it were a few years ago, maybe I would have been afraid... But now I am not the me of the past. I have seen through life and death... If I was just afraid, I would not be here today."