252: C252 Xu Porridge Was Defeated

C252 Xu Porridge Was Defeated

"There is always someone better than you. There is always someone better than you. Karmic reincarnation, retribution."

The old man never looked back. There was no longer any evil aura on his body. His divine soul had become much more illusory. He was only at the Late Period of Tribulation Stage when he was at his peak. Even a Deification Stage warrior would find it hard to keep his divine soul in this world for a long time.

For example, the last time Shen Qingfeng met the divine statue in Holy City, the remnant soul had just recovered and encountered the Thunder Tribulation's transformation. In the end, it was shot by an arrow and turned into dust.

Who could say for sure whether it was a tribulation or not?

"Are you really grandfather? Why... Who turned you into this..."

Xu Zhou's eyes were filled with tears. He wanted to lie to himself. This was not true. As a cultivator, he knew what it meant to lose his soul.

"Hahaha..."

"I have killed countless people in my life. I never thought that I would be able to see my grandson grow up after my death. It seems like the heavens have treated me well."

The old man let out a heroic laugh that shook the heavens. He actually called his own situation 'not weak'. It seemed like he was a person with great courage when he was alive.

"Old Xu... we have let you down..."

Qin Yuantian looked at his former comrade who had turned into this state. His eyes were filled with extreme pain.

This old man's name was Xu Zhou. He was one of the top combat strength of Six Fans Sect. Unfortunately, he had fallen in the battle against the Myriad Souls Sect. Even his corpse had disappeared.

Back then, they thought that Xu Song had merely died in battle, but who knew that the survivors of Myriad Souls Sect had refined him into a dead soul and enslaved him for dozens of years? Today, he was finally free!

The reason why the dead spirits could exist in this world was because of the nourishment of the endless death Qi. Now, Xu Song had taken the initiative to cut off the connection between him and the Ghost Cultivation Pot. Every few seconds, his body would become slightly illusory.

"Xu Zhou, I'll leave the inheritance of our bloodline to you. The burden is a little heavier. Thank you for your hard work."

Xu Song pointed his finger and passed his lifelong understanding of the Dao to his grandson. With a carefree smile, his divine soul drifted away with the wind.

"Ah!!"

"Myriad Souls Sect, I, Xu Zhou, will fight you to the death!"

Tears of blood flowed down from Xu Zhou's eyes. He actually showed signs of Qi deviation. However, he had already suffered a serious injury. Coupled with the intense fluctuation of his emotions, he finally lost his strength and fainted.

"Humph! That year, even when the world gathered the power of the righteous path, they still couldn't do it. You are just an ant, what can you be considered as?"

Gu Yuan coldly harrumphed. He had always thought highly of himself. Since the other party had already lost his combat strength, he naturally wouldn't do such a despicable thing. He chose to stand idly by.

Although he had lost a Tribulation Stage dead soul this time, he didn't feel any heartache at all. Myriad Souls Sect didn't lack dead souls at all. That dead soul just now could only be regarded as the weakest one in his hands!

After the bell rang, it indicated that the battle had ended. The grand formation was temporarily withdrawn.

"Xu Zhou..."

Shen Qingfeng's figure flashed and arrived at the valley. He supported Xu Zhou's upper body. His fingers were glowing with a golden light. A few major acupuncture points on his body moved and fed him a blood-red pill. This was a pill that was refined using a thousand year old Hell Lingzhi, and it was most suitable for the current situation.

"Eh? This brother seems somewhat familiar. If I'm not wrong, you are that Shen Qingfeng! Am I right?"

Gu Yuan's eyes suddenly lit up. He recognized the identity of this handsome young man. Even though the Myriad Souls Sect was relatively isolated, there had been disciples who had been walking in the underworld for decades.

Although he wasn't very proficient in information, this young man's name was too infamous. The younger generation all wanted to kill Shen Qingfeng and obtain his endless reputation.

"What do you need?"

Shen Qingfeng's eyes were cold. He really wanted to kill Gu Yuan with his sword, but Xu Zhou's condition was still unstable, and he needed his help.

The death of Xu Zhou's grandfather had a lot to do with him. It was better to wait for Xu Zhou to wake up and take care of him by himself.0

"Not really. I just heard that Brother Shen has the potential to be the strongest person in the martial world. I really admire him. If you don't mind, why don't you get off the stage and have a competition?"

There was madness in Gu Yuan's eyes. His strength was far more than that. He was very confident that even if he faced Shen Qingfeng, he would still have the strength to fight. It was not impossible for him to win!

"Humph! Wait until you have the life to fight me!"

Shen Qingfeng threw down these words and ignored them. He brought Xu Zhou back to the resting area of Six Fans Sect.

"Sigh... What a pity!"

Gu Yuan looked at Shen Qingfeng's back and sighed. As long as he could cut off Shen Qingfeng's head, he would be able to complete his task of going down the mountain.

After Xu Zhou was defeated, no one went up to challenge Gu Yuan for a long period of time. The opponent's ability was very strange. One should know that a magic tool like the Ghost Nourishing Pot could not only raise a dead soul.

Those who hadn't gone up to the stage weren't monstrous geniuses. No one dared to take the risk.

In the end, since no one dared to accept the challenge, Gu Yuan gained the right to advance!

Ever since Gu Yuan came to the King's Altar, some changes had occurred in the valley. The sixteen Sect Masters discussed in silence and adjusted the rules of the battle. Some of the geniuses were arranged to be the last ones to fight.

Shen Qingfeng, Ten Rings, Gu Yuan, and the others were all present.

They were doing this to give their disciples more chances. Otherwise, if they were to face such an existence, they would have to depend on their opponent's mood to keep their lives, let alone fight for the ranking.

In the next few days, the dazzling magic in the valley didn't stop. The number of people in the top one hundred had basically been decided.

Apart from the Kongtong Sect, the chief disciples of the other fifteen sects were shockingly among them.

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