Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

This is a person who can't be said to be good or evil. When he became famous, the entire martial arts world was almost destroyed by his killing. Many old masters died at his hands.

The decline of a leading martial arts sect like Shaolin was also due to its namelessness.

Quite a few Shaolin masters died at Wuming's hands!

After a short silence, someone spoke unhappily.

"Wuming, what do you mean? We have so many masters gathered together, but are we still no match for Xuantian Sword Master?"

"That's right. At worst, we can send a few experts to tie up Xuantian Sword Master, and the rest of us can defeat the Tianxiahui troops. Without the Tianxiahui's troops, no matter how powerful Xuantian Sword Master is, can he unify the world by himself?"

"That's right. No matter how you look at it, there's no chance of us losing this battle. Why bother saying such discouraging words, only to boost others' morale and destroy your own prestige?"

Wuming looked calm, without any sign of anger, and said calmly: "I just want to say one thing, my name is on that panic list, and it says that my swordsmanship, Wanjian Guizong, has reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

But in fact, in the past two years, I have only comprehended some concepts of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to Their Origin, and have not yet perfected this method.

I haven't even created my unique skills yet, but I've already been discovered by Xuantian Sword Master. Do you know what this means?"

Everyone's faces were filled with shock and doubt. The Shaolin abbot's expression changed even more. He asked tentatively, "Nameless Donor, are you trying to say that Xuantian Sword Master is not only incredibly powerful, but may have also glimpsed a glimpse of heaven's will and can foresee some vague events in the future?"

Wuming said in a deep voice: "What the abbot said is quite possible!"

The abbot sighed upon hearing this, clasped his hands together, and said deeply, "If that's the case, then we're going to be enemies with that Sword Master. We're not just going to face the Tianxia Association, we might even face the will of God!"

"Amitabha!"

He chanted the Buddha's name, and said solemnly, "Even so, I will not give in even a single step!

As the saying goes, Buddha is merciful, if I don’t go to hell, who will?

For the sake of the sects behind us, for the sake of your families, and for the common people of the world, we have no way out!

Even if I have to go against the will of heaven, I will not retreat a single step!"

He looked at everyone deeply and said, "Everyone, we have no way out. Even if it means going against the will of heaven, we can only move forward and fight to the death!"

Chapter 558: Three Smiles, Shocking Laughter

Although the process of this pre-war mobilization meeting was somewhat tortuous, the results were quite satisfactory.

Under the coordination of the Shaolin abbot, masters from various factions reached an agreement to defend Wushuang City to the death and stop the Tianxiahui from moving south at all costs.

After everyone dispersed, Wuming and the Shaolin abbot sat on the floor in a meditation room, talking in low voices.

"Although Wushuang City has gathered many experts, no one knows the true identity of Xuantian Sword Master. Without an opponent of the same level to restrain us, we will definitely not be his match!"

Wuming's face showed worry. "Master, this time all the martial arts heroes have gathered in Wushuang City. Master, you have made great contributions. Do you have any way to restrain Xuantian Sword Master?"

The abbot shook his head and said, "As for Sword Master, I don't know what his weakness is yet.

The only thing that I don’t know if it can be considered a weakness is that this person seems a little lustful.

It's said that this person's first appearance in the world was in a brothel listening to music, and he even killed the young master of Wushuang City for an Oiran. I wonder if we can start from here and test him?"

Wuming was a little disappointed when he heard this.

"At his level, this can only be considered a hobby, not a weakness at all.

As for the honey trap, don't even think about it. For such a nearly godlike being, which woman in this world could have the charm to win his heart?"

The abbot moved his lips, as if he was a little hesitant, but he still didn't dare to say the name.

Wuming saw through his thoughts and said with a smile, "Abbot, are you thinking of talking about Yan Ying, the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world back then?"

The abbot smiled awkwardly.

Wuming waved his hand. "This woman is a bit weird, but she is just an ordinary woman after all. Apart from her looks, she has no advantages. In the eyes of a being like the Sword Master, she is nothing but a joke."

He pulled out a list from his sleeve, which was the list of seventeen panics. Then his index finger fell on the name of the seventeenth panic smile, Xiao Sanxiao.

"The key to this battle lies with this person!"

The abbot also nodded. "If he shows up, our Wushuang City coalition will have a chance of survival. If he refuses to show up, then the trend of unifying the world will be difficult to stop!"

Others may not know how strong Song Xuan's fighting ability is, but the two of them have no doubt at all.

One is the leader of a major sect that once dominated the martial arts world, and the other is a martial arts legend. Naturally, they are no strangers to Emperor Shitian.

They knew how powerful Emperor Shitian was, and the Sword Master who could suppress Emperor Shitian and force him to flee was naturally extremely terrifying.

The Shaolin abbot and Wuming summoned all the martial arts heroes to gather in Wushuang City. In fact, they were betting that Xiao Sanxiao, the old monster who had lived for more than four thousand years, would take action.

Wuming said in a deep voice: "Though Xiao Sanxiao is a figure who is often elusive, he still pays attention to the martial arts world every once in a while.

This kind of existence is comparable to living gods and has always been mysterious. However, it has now been announced to the world by Xuantian Sword Master, breaking its mystery.

Given his strange temper, he's likely to show up during the final battle!"

The Shaolin abbot remained silent. The two sat facing each other for a long while before he slowly spoke, "Nameless Donor, you said that when one reaches the realm and strength of the Sword Master, the powerful in the world should not even look at them.

Why is he so determined to unify the world?

Wuming shook his head and said, "I have seen old monsters who roam freely in the world and play around in it, but this is the first time I have encountered a top master who is greedy for worldly power.

I also don't quite understand Sword Master's thoughts."

The abbot frowned and said, "Tell me, is there such a possibility?

On the one hand, he wants to unify the world, and on the other hand, he created the Fear List. His purpose is to gather all the existing masters in the martial arts world together and then catch them all in one fell swoop?"

Wuming pondered for a moment, "We have no grudge against him, there's no reason for him to kill us all.

Rather than saying that he wants to deal with the heroes of the martial arts world, I believe that he wants to use this method to force out the elusive old monster Xiao Sanxiao.

Don't forget, according to the Panic List, this person possesses the blood of the sacred beast, the dragon turtle, and drinking it can bring immortality.

"The only thing in this world that can attract a being like the Sword Master is probably immortality!"

The abbot nodded slightly in agreement. "That's quite possible. But no matter what his purpose is, we must protect Wushuang City. Otherwise, we, the martial artists, will be constrained and have no freedom!"

Wuming nodded solemnly, "This battle may be the largest and most influential in the history of the martial arts world.

The outcome of this battle will not only affect the present generation, but will also affect future generations for hundreds of years.

If we lose this battle, there will be another sky above our heads, a court that can control the forces of the martial arts world. The free and easy pattern of the martial arts world will probably no longer exist..."

The Shaolin abbot looked at the starry sky outside the room, his hands tucked into his sleeves, and sighed, "We've made all the necessary preparations. Now, we can only take a gamble on Xiao Sanxiao!"

......

The clouds were thick and the mountain wind was howling. Between the towering and dangerous peaks, an old man, whose figure was hidden in the light and shadow, stood on the top of the mountain with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sky.

His eyes seemed to see a corner of the future, and he saw waves of murderous aura spreading between heaven and earth. The overwhelming evil spirit and calamity gathered into an overwhelming murderous intent, covering the entire world.

He retracted his gaze and turned to look into the distance, where he saw a burly man as tall as a god standing on a stone wall. He had a sword on his back, long arms, and an expression of looking down on the world.

"Old man, why did you call me here?"

The old man sighed, "Jingtian, can't we, as father and son, talk properly?"

The burly man snorted, "Xiao Sanxiao, if it weren't for you, Ao Shi and I would have controlled the world long ago. When you tried to stop us brothers time and time again, did you ever consider the relationship between father and son?"

The old man shook his head gently. "It's not that you don't understand the situation, but you're resentful and unwilling to listen. I called you here today not to preach, but to tell you something!"

"Say!"

The old man pondered for a moment, "When the sky is filled with murderous intent, the stars shift and the sky turns. When the earth is filled with murderous intent, dragons and snakes rise from the land. When people are filled with murderous intent, heaven and earth turn upside down!

Just now I was trying to gauge the will of heaven, and I saw that Wushuang City was filled with calamity and evil spirits, and it was a very dangerous place!

I advise you not to go there!"

Xiao Jingtian sneered, "Old fellow, you have been talking about the great catastrophe of the millennium all your life, and you have been busy with this matter for thousands of years, but when has the great catastrophe ever appeared?

Why, is it confirmed this time that the Great Tribulation of the Millennium will begin in Wushuang City?"

The old man shook his head and said, "I don't know if this calamity is the great calamity of the millennium that I saw before, but I can be sure that this calamity is extremely dangerous. Participating in it will be a life-or-death struggle!"

Xiao Jingtian laughed wildly towards the sky, "Haha, old man, you get scared sometimes too!

If you don't let us go, then Ao Shi and I must go!

At the beginning of next month, all the heroes in the world will gather in Wushuang City. Then Ao Shi and I will capture them all in one fell swoop, and the whole world will be ours!"

After he finished speaking, he stepped into the air, turned around and left. Before his figure disappeared, he turned sideways and asked in a low voice.

"Old man, if Ao Shi and I died in the catastrophe in Wushuang City, would you... be sad?"

After he finished speaking, without waiting for the old man to reply, his figure turned into a long rainbow and disappeared into the sky.

Looking up at the sky, the old man sighed and said, "Don't worry, even if there are thousands of difficulties, your father will save you and leave!"

Chapter 559: In this case, let me weigh your weight!

In Wushuang City, the rivers are interwoven like a spider web, and a tributary is rippling with clear waves, crossing a dense peach forest.

It is now the season when peach blossoms are in full bloom. From time to time, you can see crimson petals swaying in the wind and floating away in the water.

Outside the city, the sound of fighting was heard.

The army of Tianxiahui has arrived at the city of Wushuang and started fighting with the defenders inside the city. The sounds of fighting are one after another, and the battlefield stretches for dozens of miles away.

In the peach forest, a group of martial arts masters, led by the Shaolin abbot, were either standing with their hands behind their backs or sitting quietly on stools drinking tea, each with a solemn expression, waiting quietly.

They are waiting.

The outcome of this war was never between Tianxiahui and Wushuang City, but when the mysterious Xuantian Sword Master would take action.

Waiting is the most torturous thing. Some people may not care, but Jue Wushen, a master from Japan, can't stand this depressing atmosphere.

"Are we being too cowardly? Why do we have to wait here?"

"Then what about Sword Master not coming? Can't we take action first?"

"If you ask me, who cares if he's a Sword Master or not? Before he shows up, why don't we just charge out and kill all the experts from the Tian Xia Association!

At this point, the overall situation can be determined!"

He talked a lot, but no one paid any attention to him. When he became impatient and wanted to speak again, Wuming, who was dressed in brown cloth, glanced at him without any emotion in his eyes.

This glance made Jue Wushen feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his soul seemed to be frozen. He immediately laughed dryly, shrank his body and stood back, not daring to say anything.

A person's name is like the shadow of a tree, and the nameless name of a martial arts legend is something that Jue Wushen is very familiar with.

Although he was arrogant and did not take the heroes of the world seriously, he was actually afraid of Wuming in his bones.

If it weren't for the fact that the Tianxia Association was so powerful this time, the martial arts heroes had a common enemy, and he was coming under the pretext of supporting them, otherwise they would never have dared to set foot in the Central Plains during Wuming's heyday.

Although Wuming looks like a good guy who is easy to talk to now, he was a ruthless character who almost killed a generation of martial arts masters. No matter how many years have passed, this kind of person is always ruthless at heart. If he says he wants to kill you, he will really dare to kill you!

No more Jue Wushen beeping, waiting to continue.

After an unknown amount of time, suddenly, everyone's heart skipped a beat, and they felt an extremely strange and mysterious feeling.

The sounds of fighting on the distant battlefield suddenly stopped at this moment. For a moment, everyone had the illusion that the sky and the earth seemed to overlap, and the world seemed to stop moving at this moment, and everything stopped.

Wuming suddenly raised his head and whispered, "He's coming!"

The Shaolin abbot clasped his hands together and sighed softly, "Amitabha, what is coming cannot be avoided.

We must uphold justice, eliminate evil and uphold morality today. After today, whether we live or die, our names will be praised by future generations..."

The Great Evil Emperor sneered, "It's nothing but death, what's there to be afraid of!"

hum~~

The heaven and earth shook violently.

The dead silent world seemed to come alive at this moment, the breath of death continued to spread, birds and beasts in the mountains and forests could be seen wailing and fleeing outside the city, fish and shrimps in the river kept floating to the surface, as if trying to escape from the river.

When facing death, animals have a more acute sense of crisis than humans!

A group of Shaolin monks, the First Evil Emperor, Wuming, the leader of the Poison Shadow Evil Sect... countless masters flew up, causing bursts of air-breaking sounds, and rushed towards the battlefield.

At this moment, above the battlefield, the wind and clouds were changing visibly with the naked eye. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth swarmed in from all directions like long dragons, turning into cyclones that crushed the surrounding heavy clouds. The countless cyclones became bigger and bigger in front of everyone's eyes, and finally turned into a terrifying vortex that was terrifying and appalling.

The vortex was like a bottomless abyss, swallowing everything. Not even light could escape from it. For a moment, the sky and the earth became dim.

On the battlefield, the troops from Tianxiahui and Wushuang City who were fighting subconsciously slowed down their offensive, looked up one by one, and many of them cried out in horror.

"The sky is falling!"

Wuming and the others who were rushing over saw this scene, and they instinctively felt a little palpitation and powerlessness. Such magical powers, such great power that almost swallowed the sky and the earth, could they really deal with it?