Chapter 295

In the blink of an eye, three days have passed.

Outside the Zhenshi Pagoda, people are surging and noisy.

The pagoda stands tall and straight into the sky. The tower exudes an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, as if carrying the sedimentation of countless years.

Outside the tower, countless monks gathered here, some talking in a low voice, some concentrating on watching, all for this legendary Zhenshi Pagoda.

In this bustling crowd, a man holding a folding fan walked slowly.

He was dressed in white, with a handsome face, a smile on his lips, and a noble temperament, as if he was incompatible with this noisy world.

This man was the Taoist god, and behind him, there were two old men, both of whom were restrained and had deep eyes, obviously not ordinary people.

The Taoist god came here for the Zhenshi Pagoda. He had already subdued the Tianli Sect, and now it was time to use people, so he naturally wanted them to play a role.

Moreover, he also ordered the Tianli Sect to stop collecting protection fees, so as not to affect his long-term layout.

Today, he and the two old men have changed their appearances and mixed into the crowd, waiting to see what happens.

The Taoist God looked around and saw a sea of ​​people, countless monks holding folding fans, smiling, and dressed in white, as if they were all imitating his dress.

At this moment, a man in a Taoist robe walked past him, followed by two women. The man looked around with contempt, and said sarcastically: "So many people are pretending, it's ridiculous! Do you think you can become a smiling Yama by holding a fan?"

Hearing this, the Taoist God turned his eyes and fell on the man in the Taoist robe.

The man felt his gaze and was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly and said, "Brother Dao, don't blame me. I didn't mean you just now. I see that you have an extraordinary temperament. You must dress like this all year round, which is completely different from those vulgar people."

The Taoist god chuckled and said lightly, "No problem. Brother Dao, are you also here to break into this world-suppressing pagoda?"

He looked at him secretly in his heart and found that the man in Taoist robes had a good cultivation level and was already at the level of Dao Nian Tianjun, and the two women behind him were at the peak of Dao Nian Tianjun.

Obviously, these three people had extraordinary origins and were very likely to be the inheritors of a major force.

If they could be given a protective seal, it would be a good deal.

The man in the Taoist robe smiled proudly upon hearing this, and said, "That's right. The highest record of this world-suppressing pagoda now is that a cultivator named Fang Han from the Imperial State has passed the sixth floor."

"When I go in, I will make this pagoda my own, and let those so-called geniuses see what real strength is!"

The Taoist god laughed in his heart after hearing this. Although this man has good talent, he is still far from the top.

However, he did not point it out, but bowed his hands and smiled: "Then I wish you a successful start and win the championship in one fell swoop."

The two old men behind him couldn't help but sneer secretly when they heard this.

It's within your reach, what level, just an ant.

But the master is here, they dare not act rashly.

The man in the Taoist robe raised his mouth upon hearing this, and it was obvious that he was quite pleased with the compliment.

He said proudly: "You are too polite, brother. I don't know how to address you?"

Who doesn't like to hear flattery!

"Just call me Mr. Bai." The Taoist god said calmly.

"Okay, Mr. Bai. I am Qin Wushuang, known as the Unparalleled Taoist." The man in Taoist robe introduced himself.

Then he waved his hand and strode towards the Zhenshi Pagoda with the two women, saying: "Mr. Bai, watch out. When I come back from the pagoda, I will definitely open your eyes!"

The Taoist god watched him leave, with a meaningful smile on his lips.

He whispered to himself: "The Taoist son of Kunlun Holy Land..."

The two old men behind him were shocked when they heard this.

It turned out that Qin Wushuang was the Taoist son of Kunlun Holy Land. No wonder he was so confident.

However, they did not say much, but just stood quietly behind the Taoist god, waiting for the next instruction.

"Mr., are we not going to the pagoda?" An old man asked in a low voice.

The Taoist god shook his head and said calmly: "No hurry, let them try first. The people we are waiting for have not arrived yet."

The third body has not appeared yet, and Xiao Han has not appeared either!

Thinking of Xiao Han coming here, he guessed that this Zhenshi Pagoda is most likely an opportunity left by the Lord of the Holy Court, specially prepared for Xiao Han.

Otherwise, it would not appear so abruptly!

If Xiao Han can get this opportunity, it doesn't matter. After all, he is his disciple, and his is his.

Qin Wushuang's figure is like lightning, his clothes fluttering, and he went straight to the Zhenshi Pagoda.

His movements were swift and flamboyant, as if a stream of light cut through the sky, instantly attracting the attention of everyone present. Everyone looked sideways, and the discussion came like a tide.

"That is... the Taoist son of Kunlun Holy Land, Qin Wushuang!" Someone exclaimed, with shock that was difficult to conceal in his voice.

"What? Qin Wushuang, the one and only one in the ages? He's here too!" Another person widened his eyes, as if he had seen a legendary existence.

"I heard that he has only practiced for more than a thousand years, but he has already entered the realm of Dao Nian Tianjun, which can be called a peerless genius! He will become the Supreme God of Martial Arts within ten thousand years, and even have the hope of glimpsing the realm of the infinite heaven and earth!"

Someone whispered in admiration, with a tone full of envy and awe.

"This time he comes to break into the tower, I'm afraid he will break the highest record!" Someone said excitedly, as if he had foreseen Qin Wushuang's brilliant record.

"Do you think he has the possibility of breaking into the ninth floor?" Someone couldn't help asking, with a bit of expectation in his tone.

"It's impossible!" Another person scoffed, "Although he is an unprecedented genius, how can it be so easy to break into the ninth floor of the Zhenshibao Pagoda?"

"There are countless geniuses, and there are only a few who can pass the sixth floor, let alone the ninth floor!"

"That's right, it's just relying on the resources of Kunlun Holy Land. If I could have so many resources, I might not be worse than him!" Someone said unconvincedly, with a bit of sourness in his tone.

"Brave it! How can you compare to Qin Wushuang's talent?" The person next to him immediately retorted, his tone full of disdain.

These discussions came one after another, like waves swept across the entire Zhenshibao Pagoda.

However, these words fell into Qin Wushuang's ears, but only resulted in his contemptuous sneer.

His eyes were like lightning, sweeping over the cultivators who were talking, and he said in his heart: "A group of ants who do not know the height of the sky and the earth deserves to talk about me?"

He ignored these gossips and flashed his body and stepped into the world-stricken pagoda.

The tower gate slowly closed behind him, as if completely isolating the noise and hustle and bustle of the outside world.

Just as Qin Wushuang entered the pagoda, another figure also rushed into the pagoda quietly. It was a young man with a tall figure and a cold face.

The Taoist god stood in the distance, his eyes fell on the young man, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Here comes!

It was Xiao Han, and now he was also going to break through the tower. After years of cultivation, he had reached Zhixu Chewu. After all, his talent was said to be the strongest in the Lord of the Holy Court.

"However, it is not so easy to be promoted from Zhixu Chewu to Daonian Tianjun. Even with Xiao Han's talent, it may take decades or even hundreds of years of accumulation."

The Taoist god thought to himself, "But now it is the end of the era, and the world changes greatly, and opportunities come frequently. I may not be sure that he can really take this opportunity to soar into the sky."

Thinking of this, the eyes of the Taoist gods couldn't help but become deeper.

For example, Haotian is now missing, but has not triggered any danger. He is obviously accepting opportunities somewhere.

The world at the end of the era was like a huge chessboard, with countless geniuses playing in it like chess pieces, competing for the final opportunity.

For example, the human race...

Many people who have been stuck in a realm for a long time have actually broken through.

But the world is still a minority, and there has never been a newcomer, but the number of the Supreme God of Divine Martial Arts has increased.

At this moment, the eyes of the Taoist god suddenly condensed and landed on a figure not far away.

It was a man in black robe, his whole body was shrouded in a wide black robe, his face blurry, as if he was covered by a layer of mist. His aura was strange and deep, unpredictable.

The Taoist god frowned slightly, and a sense of familiarity arose in his heart.

He tried to use his spiritual sense to explore the other party's background, but found that his spiritual sense was like a mud cow entering the sea without any response.

"Interesting..." The Taoist god whispered in a low voice, a touch of playfulness flashed in his eyes.

However, before he could further investigate, the man in black robe had already flashed, stepped into the world-stricken pagoda, and disappeared.

At this moment, the list above the Zhenshibao Pagoda suddenly began to change.

Countless eyes gathered over in an instant, and the names on the list were flashing, as if indicating the upcoming changes in the storm.

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