Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 192: Coming and going in conflict

"Is it not good?"

Although Zhou Yunuo didn't ask, at this moment, she thought of many scenes in the past few years.

It is no exaggeration to say that if Wu Mengmeng wants it, he can get everything that countless monks have dreamed of in their lives by walking out of this sword ruins!

Favored by the top sects...

Famous to the entire world of cultivation...

Countless fans of younger brothers and younger sisters, as well as many people who make friends and cling to them...

Although he is only a small foundation-building monk, he symbolizes the peak of the immortal talents in the past hundred years.

From now on, not to mention whether the talent can be successfully realized, this title alone will be worthy of countless forces vying for it.

There were so many things in it that Zhou Yunuo couldn't think of any reason to refuse.

But unfortunately, her premonition told her what decision the person in front of her was about to make.

"..."

"Fellow Taoist, can you keep it a secret for me?"

Wu Meng happened to put the demonic energy into the storage bag at this time, hung it on his waist, and said something half joking and half serious.

Zhou Yunuo's eyelids twitched.

If she hadn't seen it twice with her own eyes, how could she dare to believe that this ordinary storage bag actually contained a magic...

She shook her head and said seriously: "Don't worry, fellow Taoist."

……

After half a day.

The night is dark and the silver moon is like a disk.

Wu Meng stood by the lake, his figure reflected in the water and swaying with the microwave.

In front of him is Wang Xumeng who is sitting cross-legged in meditation.

After looking at the senior sister for a moment, he first let out a long sigh of relief, then couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head.

It was probably because he had acted too shockingly during the day, or because his emotions were going back and forth between the extremes of 'life and death'. As soon as the senior sister relaxed, she completely lost her strength and fell into a deep coma.

Later, when he saw the other party's injuries, he was shocked.

I felt helpless and admired at the same time.

The good thing is that the person cannot die, and the remaining sword intention in his body has been completely removed by him.

The bad thing is that, like Wuzun, the foundation has been irreparably damaged, and it is extremely difficult to build the foundation.

"It's not a big problem." Zhou Yunuo said aside.

He was slightly startled: "Is there a way to make up for it?"

"That's natural."

The other party smiled and nodded, and pointedly said: "Fellow Daoist Wang is a rare gem among young immortals in this generation. His character and qualifications are not bad, but his foundation is only damaged... You might as well guess the Sword Ruins. , how many people will rush to her door to help her solve her problems!"

"..."

Wu Meng opened his mouth, somewhat unexpectedly.

But is the foundation damaged?

The injuries that Taoist Wuzun suffered back then may not be as serious as Wang Xumeng's.

Even so, because the way forward was cut off, he was forced into the sword market, where his life and death were uncertain.

I don't know anything else, but within three continents at least, foundation damage is a serious injury that cannot be reversed, second only to death.

"How about it? As long as you think about it, you will get much more than her."

Wu Meng couldn't help but feel a little hot in his heart, but he still shook his head firmly.

"Fellow Taoist, please stop talking."

He grinned: "I still have something to ask..."

The two days passed by in a blink of an eye.

As Wang Xumeng woke up, the three of them embarked on their return journey from Jianxu.

Arriving outside the Stonehenge, Wu Meng jumped onto one of them, and finally turned to look in the direction of the sword-washing pool.

In that blue 'treasure mirror', there was not only a glimmer of hope for the master, but also the root cause of Zhan Tian's destruction.

If we talk about this world, the five levels are the pinnacle.

So in the past, will the Tianzhan Sect, which once stood at its peak, try to truly cut open the sky above its head?

And it reveals strange destruction everywhere, and how much is it related to this?

Wu Meng had a hunch in his heart that one day, he would set foot here again to explore the essence and secrets that were truly buried under the dust of history. He had this quiet and secluded scene deeply engraved in his mind.

Turning around, he completely disappeared into the forest.

……

The journey back was quick.

Because they had to take advantage of the vacuum period caused by the news of Meng Haoyi's death to leave the Sword Ruins.

Otherwise, if it disappears for too long and attracts the attention of interested people, it will become almost impossible to leave without anyone noticing.

As for whether anyone will doubt Meng Haoyi's death in the future...

Wu Meng already had a way to deal with this.

That is, completely leave this land of right and wrong.

The world of cultivation is vast and boundless, and he is also proficient in disguise and concealment, and has no worries.

Once you leave here, it will be like water dripping into the sea, and it will be difficult to search for it.

As for what to do after building the foundation?

He doesn't have to worry about his long life, just look for it slowly.

Along the way, he became more and more open-minded, and his state of mind, which had been clouded by evil thoughts, became clear again.

This settled his last worry.

Two months later, one day.

In the lush forest of Zhejianmen, three figures stood among the branches of a huge ancient tree.

"Are you really not with us?" Zhou Yunuo seemed to be unable to hold back and asked again.

Wu Meng chopped off a foot of twigs to scare away the three-fingered monkey hiding somewhere, then smiled and said: "No, according to the previous plan, I will leave quietly after Senior Sister Wang attracts everyone's attention."

His face at this time was unremarkable.

Standing between two women with excellent looks and temperament, he seemed particularly abrupt.

But just looking at the momentum, I think it should be so.

It's not that it's outstanding, but it's a sense of easy-going and calmness that seems to blend perfectly with everything.

Wang Xumeng nodded: "Don't worry, junior brother, I will try my best to find time and space for you."

"Ah."

The two looked at each other.

"Take care of yourself."

Half a day later.

Folding sword gate.

Two figures walked out of the dense forest.

At first no one paid attention, but after the figure took a few steps, someone screamed in surprise.

"Yunyao King Xu Meng?"

"It's Wang Xumeng! It's her!"

The originally silent atmosphere was swept away with these two calls.

One after another, the transmission notes scattered with various spiritual lights!

Wang Xumeng deliberately slowed down his pace, frowning slightly, as if in deep thought, but also with a hint of disdain.

This made her look like a blood-stained tiger with cold eyes and raised head.

This time, it’s even more incredible!

Many Taoist figures came out of the sky, but within three or four breaths, she was surrounded by several three-level monks.

These seniors had pleasant faces and took turns talking to her. In just a few steps, they had delivered several jade slips.

Although this scene was not as good as Meng Hao's scene, it was still extremely exciting.

After all, she was the one who came back alive from Meng Hao!

Wang Xumeng took the initiative to talk about Meng Haoyi in a roundabout way, which aroused even more exclamations.

At a certain moment, she glanced back inadvertently and saw a figure flashing past the corner of the forest in the distance, or it seemed to be just an illusion.

She turned around, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

Immediately, swarmed by the crowd, they walked in a completely different direction.

　That’s it for tonight, don’t wait.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)