The Fierce Taoist of Online Games

"We made a sneak attack on Xuan Kongzi and missed...I was sealed here by him...I hate it..." Hei Mist's voice contained pain and hatred.

"Who is Xuan Kongzi?"

"Xuan Kongzi... high-ranking gold core... he is... an unknown person!... An unknown person from the Tianyuan Sect! Hahahaha!..."

Hei Mist laughed loudly, like crazy.

Zhou Xing watched the surroundings vigilantly, there seemed to be only such a strange black fog here.

"who are you?"

"Boy, listen up! I'm...the great elder of Tiandaozong...Situ Kong!...boy! Why are you not afraid when you hear my name? Why don't you kneel down and beg for mercy?" Heiwu roared hysterically.

Zhou Xing sneered in his heart, and said, "You are the defeated opponent of the unknown generation of Tianyuan, why should I be afraid?"

"Believe it or not, I killed you!" Hei Mist's face was full of hideousness.

"Believe it or not, I will kill you now!" Zhou Xing tit-for-tat, did not give in, and said in his heart, if this old man is really capable, would he be trapped here and unable to get out?

"Death to the old man!"

In an instant, the humanoid black mist recovered a chaotic state of fog, and then quickly expanded and enlarged. In the blink of an eye, it enveloped the surroundings, the light was blocked by it, and the surroundings became dim, as if it were night.

Zhou Xing let out a sneer, meditating silently in the heart of the righteous qi jue's third-layer exercise mantra, and quickly pinched the tactic with his hands, but he hadn't completed the seal, and countless purple lights suddenly appeared. He was taken aback and wanted to dodge, but found that the target of the lights was not him. It was a large area of ​​black fog. After being touched by electric light, those black fog instantly turned into white smoke and disappeared. There was more and more light around, and it was back to daylight in a blink of an eye.

"Boom! Boom!..."

"Ah!...Don't!...Ah!..."

The black mist that was attacked by the electric light kept screaming in pain, it quickly became smaller, and quickly retracted back to its original state. The previous fierce aura disappeared, leaving only weakness and panic.

Zhou Xing suddenly realized that it turned out that there was a prohibition against the black mist here. No matter how strong the old man was during his lifetime, he would be vulnerable after turning into the black mist.

"who am I?"

Black mist was beaten back to its original form.

"You are the bastard." Zhou Xing cursed and turned away, not talking nonsense with it.

"Oh... I'm... Pharaoh... Thank you..." Hei Mist murmured, and went back into the cave.

Zhou Xing left while cursing bad luck. He had already discovered that the arrangement of so many fork roads under Broken Soul Cliff was completely divided according to the strength of the black mist. The black mist was the weakest when he first entered, and the darker he went inside. The stronger the fog. The crazy old man he met just now should have been cultivated in the Golden Core Realm, otherwise he would not dare to organize people to sneak attack on Xuan Kongzi in the Golden Core Realm. Then if he continues to walk in, he will most likely encounter Yuan Yuan. The black mist in the infant world is even more powerful.

These black mists have been imprisoned by the ancestors of Tianyuan for hundreds of years. They contain countless pasts and secrets. He is very interested in these pasts, because history has always been a treasure, and it contains countless precious information. To get some substantial benefits, he did not believe that the lord had just thought about letting him come here, and had no other intentions.

He now knows that no matter how strong these black mists are, they are subject to restrictions. Since his safety is absolutely guaranteed, he needs to talk to the stronger, because many truths in the world are only known to the strong, and the weak often know. It is a carefully fabricated lie.

This place is like a labyrinth. Zhou Xing has walked many wrong paths. Invisibly, his awareness of different levels of black mist has also increased a lot. He found that only the golden core black mist can retain a certain level of consciousness. It's a completely unconscious state of chaos.

He went around, the route became more and more familiar. About an hour later, he accidentally discovered a road that was closed and covered, and he moved away the stone and wood that was blocking the road.

Here, he saw a cloud of black fog that was obviously stronger than Situ Kong.

"Who are you?" When Hei Wu saw Zhou Xing, he immediately transformed into a human form. The limbs and facial features of the human form it transformed were more realistic, looking like a middle-aged man in his forties.

Zhou Xing had listened to this question more than a dozen times, but he immediately noticed that the question was different this time. The other party's words were crisp and clear, not confused, and not violent, just like a normal person.

"I am Zhou Xing, the disciple of Tianyuanzong. Who is the senior?" He has said the same thing many times, but now, instead of being impatient, his tone is more respectful.

"I am Qu Wangyou, the founder of Wangyouge. It is the first time I have seen someone come in many years." Qu Wangyou said with emotion.

"Why are you detained here?"

The middle-aged man smiled: "I have almost forgotten about the past, but it is the winner and the loser, and there is nothing to say."

"Dare to ask what kind of cultivation was senior?"

"Yuan Ying is only a mid-level, compared to your Tian Yuanzong, it is just a ants, not enough to hang on, and now there is only a trace of remnant soul." Qu Wangyou waved his hand, seemingly indifferent, "It's you, how did you get there? Is here? This is the first time I have seen a Tianyuan disciple come here."

Zhou Xing smiled awkwardly and said the truth: "I was punished to think about it here."

Qu Wangyou nodded slightly, without saying anything.

Zhou Xing felt that this Qu Wangyou was particularly calm, with no joy or sorrow on his face, without the grief and hatred of being trapped for hundreds of years, as if it was someone else who was trapped here, not him. Zhou Xing looked at him carefully, only to realize that Qu Wangyou was dressed as a scholar, and he was holding a black fogged folding fan in his hand.

Zhou Xing thought this person was different and interesting, so he wanted to talk to him, but he didn't know how to start the conversation for a while. This feeling of wanting to chat but not knowing what to talk about is terrible!

"Is Wangyouge still there?" Qu Wangyou asked suddenly, breaking the dullness here.

"It's still there!... Well, I came to besiege my Tianyuan not long ago."

"Well, it's okay to be still...what? Siege Tianyuanzong? My Wangyou Pavilion?" Qu Wangyou suddenly became calm, his face was full of shock.

Zhou Xing touched his nose and smiled bitterly, not knowing what to say.

"Who is the current Pavilion Master?" Qu Wangyou was very concerned about Wangyou Pavilion.

Zhou Xing shook his head and said, "I don't know this. A total of ten sects came last time. They didn't stay long and left without fighting."

"Little brother, tell me what is going on."

Zhou Xing knew it was inconvenient to talk about some things, but when he thought that this person had been trapped here for so long, he didn't even have a speaker, and it was quite pitiful, so he said what he knew.

"It turns out that it's not that Wangyou Pavilion has grown stronger, but the Tianyuan Sect has declined. This is exactly the answer to the cycle of heaven, and things must be reversed." Qu Wangyou said with emotion.