C252 Xuzhibei

"There is always someone more powerful than you. There is always someone more powerful than you. The cycle of karma and reincarnation reacts against you."

The old man did not turn back from the beginning. There was no longer any hostility on his body and his soul had become a lot more illusory. Even when he was at his peak, he was only in the Late Period of Tribulation Stage Realm.

For example, the last time Shen Qingfeng encountered the God Sculpture in the Holy City, the remnant soul had only just revived when it encountered the Thunder Tribulation's transformation. In the end, it exploded into dust after being shot by the arrow.

Who could say for sure if that was its doom?

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

Xu Zhou's eyes were misty. He wanted to lie to himself that this was not true, as a cultivator, he knew what it meant when his soul dissipated.

"Hahaha …"

"I've killed countless people in my life, and I never imagined that I would be able to see my grandson grow up after death. From the looks of it, the Heavens have treated me well."

The old man let out a bold laughter that shook the heavens. He actually called his own situation not bad, and it seemed like he was a person with great courage when he was alive.

"Old Xu … "It's us who lost to you …"

Qin Yuantian looked at his former comrade who had turned into this state, with a pained expression in his eyes.

This old man's name was Xu Zhou, one of the top fighting strength in Six Fans Sect back then, but unfortunately he died in the battle that surrounded Myriad Souls Sect, even his corpse disappeared.

Back then, they had thought that Xu Song had merely died in battle. Who knew that the remnants of Myriad Souls Sect would refine him into a Death Spirit.

The reason why undeads could live forever was due to the nourishment of the endless death aura. Now, Xu Song had voluntarily cut off his connection with the Spirit Raising Pot. With every few seconds that passed, his figure would become more illusory.

"Xu Zhou, I shall leave the inheritance of our bloodline to you." Xu Zhou, I will leave the inheritance of our bloodline to you.

Xu Song pointed out his finger and passed all of his life's insights towards the Dao to his grandson. He gave a carefree smile and his soul disappeared with the wind.

Ah!

"Myriad Souls Sect, I, Xu Zhou, will not rest until you die!"

A drop of blood flowed down from Xu Zhou's eyes, there were signs of his cultivation going berserk, but he had already suffered from severe injuries, adding with his intense emotions, he finally lost control of his body and fainted.

"Humph!" You are an ant-like existence, what kind of thing could you be if you were to be used to gather all the righteous powers in the world? "

Gu Yuan snorted coldly. He normally thought highly of himself, but since the other party had already lost all ability to fight, he naturally would not do such a despicable thing.

Although he had lost a dead spirit that was comparable to Tribulation Stage this time, it did not hurt at all. His Myriad Souls Sect did not lack dead spirits at all, and the one from before could only be considered to be the weakest dead spirit in his hands!

After the tolling of the bell, it meant that the battle had ended, and the great formation was temporarily withdrawn.

"Xu Zhou..."

Shen Qingfeng's figure flashed as he arrived at the middle of the valley. He supported Xu Zhou's upper body, his fingers emitting a golden light as he pressed on his major acupoints, and fed him a blood-colored pill. This pill was refined with the Thousand Year Hell Spirit Ganoderma, and was the most suitable for the current situation.

"Eh? This brother looks familiar, if I'm not wrong, you are that Shen Qingfeng! Right? "

Gu Yuan's eyes suddenly lit up. He recognized the identity of this handsome youth, even though his Myriad Souls Sect was relatively obstructed, there had been disciples secretly walking in the martial arts world for decades.

Although he was not very proficient in information, he was still unable to do anything about this person's vicious reputation. The younger generation all wanted to kill Shen Qingfeng and seize his limitless reputation.

"What can I do for you?"

Shen Qingfeng's eyes were gloomy, he really wanted to kill Gu Yuan right now, but Xu Zhou's injuries were not stable yet, he needed his treatment.

The other party had a great deal to do with Grandpa Xu Zhou's death, so he left it for Xu Zhou to deal with after he woke up.

"I can't give you any pointers, but I heard that the Brother Shen has the potential to be number one in the martial arts world. I admire him, if you don't mind, how about we go down and have a spar?"

A crazed look appeared in Gu Yuan's eyes, his strength was far more than that, he was extremely confident that even if he fought against Shen Qingfeng, he would have the strength to fight, and it was not impossible for him to win!

"Humph!" Wait until you are alive to fight me! "

After Shen Qingfeng left these words, he no longer paid attention to them and brought Xu Zhou back to the Six Fans Sect's resting area.

"Ai …" What a pity! "

Gu Yuan looked at Shen Qingfeng's back and could not help but sigh. As long as he could behead Shen Qingfeng, he would have completed his mission to go down the mountain.

After Xu Zhou lost, no one went up to challenge Gu Yuan for a very long time. The opponent's ability was extremely strange, you have to know, the Spirit Cultivating Pot was not only able to raise spirits of the dead.

Those who had yet to enter the arena were not monstrous geniuses, and no one dared to take the risk with their own body.

In the end, because no one dared to continue fighting, Gu Yuan obtained the rights to level up!

After Gu Yuan arrived at the King's Altar, a few changes occurred in the valley. The sixteen Sect Masters discussed in silence, adjusted the rules of the battle, and arranged for some of the astonishing geniuses to enter the final battle.

Shen Qingfeng, Ten Ring, Gu Yuan and the rest were impressively on the list.

This was also to give the disciples under him more chances. Otherwise, if he were to face this kind of existence, even saving his life would depend on the other party's mood, let alone fighting for the ranking.

Over the next few days, the dazzling magic techniques in the valley never stopped. The names of those within the top 100 had basically been decided.

Besides the Kongtong Sect, the top disciples of the other fifteen sects were there.