From Yitian, the sword pressed the heavens

Chapter 128 The Sword of Life and Death
The white dragon didn't chase him either, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Wuji opened his eyes, with a hint of fatigue in his eyes, and said, "Let that guy run away, he has someone to take care of him."

Uncle Fat is not at all surprised by this result. If Luo Wang's Tianzihao killers were so easy to kill, they would have wiped out Luo Wang long ago
Whether it is the King of Yue Eight Swords or the Six Swords Slave these days, one of the most notable characteristics is inheritance. These swords are still the same swords after more than 1000 years, but the people who wield them have changed one after another.

Of course, those who used this sword before did not die. When they are needed, the master of the sun will be replaced in an instant.

Speaking of it, it is also fortunate that Zhang Wuji did not really push the mask to a desperate situation. If the mask is really at risk of breaking, then the master of the previous generation of mask will probably wake up, and Zhang Wuji will definitely be in danger by then.

"It's okay, the fight with Luo Wang won't end overnight, it needs a long-term plan!" Uncle Fatty comforted Zhang Wuji.

At this moment, the Xuncheng disciples of the Mo family have arrived and are dealing with the riots that occurred here.

Zhang Wuji glanced around, and within a short period of time, both the wounded and the dead had been properly dealt with, and the street became calm.

However, the occasional residents who passed by looked at Zhang Wuji with a trace of fear in their eyes.

After all, no matter what the reason was, Zhang Wuji was one of the culprits who caused the death and injury of dozens of people here.

"Uncle, once this incident happens, I guess I won't be able to continue working in the ink kitchen." Zhang Wuji said helplessly.

"Hehe, you have been with me for seven years, and it's time to go back to the organ city." Although the fat uncle was a little bit reluctant to leave Zhang Wuji, he still spoke at this moment.

"But I still don't have a clue about the Sword Intent of Life!" Zhang Wuji was really ashamed when he said this, he felt that he might have no chance with these Sword Intents.

"Silly boy, you have already grasped the sword intent of life!" The fat uncle smiled and pointed towards Zhang Wuji.

In an instant, it was as if a layer of window paper had been punctured, and Zhang Wuji was shocked.

Memories flooded in like a flood. It was the time when I helped make delicious dishes in the ink kitchen. It was the time when I saw guests eating my dishes and praised them endlessly, and I smiled knowingly.

That was the time when a kitchen knife danced with sword energy.

"Yeah, I have already unconsciously comprehended what the Sword Intent of Life is."

"Life is creation, and I have already immersed myself in it for a long time."

A special dao rhyme appeared around Zhang Wuji, and grass quietly broke through the originally solid floor around him and began to grow slowly.

The fat Taoist looked at this scene with a face full of relief, and couldn't help but think of the time when he understood the sword of life a long time ago.

"It's really far away!"

The fat Taoist couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "My culinary skills can be considered to be almost inseparable, and the sword of life can be regarded as passed down, and it's time to retreat to the next level."

The fat Taoist muttered to himself, raised his head and looked in the direction of the organ city, his eyes filled with endless desire and yearning.

By the time Zhang Wuji recovered from the mysterious state of comprehending the sword intent of life, the fat Taoist had already left.

Zhang Wuji returned to the ink kitchen, greeted Fat Taoist's other disciples, then packed his things and set off to go back to the organ city.

Just as the fat Taoist said, after the cover-up attack, his identity has been completely exposed. If he continues to stay here, the attack will probably happen again, and everyone has already known the identity of the monk. It doesn't make sense anymore.

"Have you heard?"

"Eldest brother is coming back from Mo Kitchen!"

In the city of organs, the news that Zhang Wuji was going to return quickly spread wildly among the Foundation Establishment disciples. Everyone was full of anticipation and apprehension.

Naturally, what he was looking forward to was seven years after joining the WTO, and how strong the elder brother would be.

Having been in the Mo family for more than ten years, Zhang Wuji is no longer the bare senior brother who was rejected by many foundation disciples when he first came. He now has a large number of fans.

Especially six years ago, when Tianjizi's once-in-ten-year Qingyun list was spread all over Nanzhanbu Prefecture, Zhang Wuji's name was impressively listed, and he was ranked No.9.

The Mo family has not won such a ranking for many years. As the Mo family, everyone is naturally honored to follow.

As for the apprehension, it is easier to understand. They are all a little afraid of the so-called devil training hosted by the legendary elder brother.

Especially the new disciples who joined the Mohism in the past seven years, when they were taught by the old foundation disciples and told about the unbearable past that year, they often burst into tears and suffered unbearable pain.

However, Zhang Wuji's three years of practice were not without help. Under his subtle influence, the combat effectiveness of the new generation of foundation-building disciples of the Mo family was generally much higher than before, and there was less intrigue among them.

Pursuing the footsteps of the elder brother has become the only goal in the hearts of all the foundation disciples.

Zhang Wuji's mind is no longer on these Foundation Establishment disciples.

His mission has basically been completed, and after he beheaded Taoist Dahe and other undercover agents sent abroad, he has brought back a lot of atmosphere among the disciples of Foundation Establishment.

He no longer needs to urge them to practice every day. The only thing Zhang Wuji has to do now is to be a good senior brother of his outer sect, and set an example for these junior brothers and sisters.

He went to see his master Xuan Yi as soon as he returned to the organ city, but Xuan Yi had been in seclusion for six years, and Zhang Wuji didn't see him.

This made him a little disappointed. Now that he has comprehended the sword intent of life, and his cultivation has reached the peak in the middle stage of foundation establishment, he has a faint intuition that if he can comprehend the sword intent of death taught to him by Xuan Yi, he will be able to break through Entered the late stage of foundation building.

But without Xuan Yi's guidance, Zhang Wuji also decided to continue retreating.

After all, he still has the little sword that Xuan Yi gave him. Back then, Xuan Yi told him to comprehend the sword intent of life first, and then comprehend the little sword.

Zhang Wuji has been very obedient in the past few years and has not comprehended the sword intent, but now Zhang Wuji feels it is time to comprehend it.

He went to meet Xiao Zhao in the inner city of the organ city, and officially began to retreat seven days later.

This retreat lasted another 13 years.

Retreat for 13 years, which Zhang Wuji never dared to think about before.

He felt that this kind of prison-like retreat and practice would not be like this even if he died, but with the advancement of his cultivation, Zhang Wuji's buttocks also calmed down.

The 13 years did not make him feel so difficult. Even when he had comprehended the sword intent of death and his cultivation was in the late stage of foundation establishment, he was still a little bit unsatisfied.

It's like falling asleep and having a good dream, and some don't want to wake up.

(End of this chapter)