Six Hundred and Thirty-One. I'm Still in Demand
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Although they had doubts in their hearts, the three of Yan Zhaoge stayed safely in the sub-altar of the Dark Sect in Shenghe Continent.
Their daily activities are not restricted, and everything is free.
If there is any request, most of the Dark Sect will try to make it as convenient as possible.
If you want to meet Nie Sheng and other high-level powerhouses, you will not be rejected either.
However, the members of the Youan Sect did not mention any further matters, especially the matter of guiding Yan Zhaoge and others to the main altar.
"Do you want to spend time verifying the news about the deaths of the Guangming sect powerhouses such as Deng Sen?" Ahu scratched his head: "Is there really something else going on?"
Around the sub-altars of the Nether Sect, there are cities, all of which are quite lively and noisy. The three of Yan Zhaoge walked in one of the cities, looking at everything here.
Hearing Ah Hu's question, Yan Zhaoge replied casually: "Let's wait and see what happens."
He looked around and saw that there were many warriors active in the city, not only the disciples of the Darkness Sect, but also disciples of other sects in Shenghezhou.
Everyone has high and low cultivation bases, but those with lower cultivation bases account for the majority, and you can see many warriors in the physical training state.
Among the vendors operating in the city, there are warriors, but there are also ordinary people who do not practice martial arts.
Yan Zhaoge was quite interested in walking among them.
The folk customs here are open, especially those who practice martial arts have few scruples. In a short distance, Yan Zhaoge has already found several young women staring at him with burning eyes.
It's just that after seeing Feng Yunsheng beside Yan Zhaoge, they all looked away enviously and helplessly.
"I'm still very popular." Yan Zhaoge looked at Feng Yunsheng, and laughed, with an indescribably embarrassing expression.
Feng Yunsheng nodded solemnly: "You should be hidden from anyone."
The two looked at each other, both shook their heads and laughed.
Although it is not a well-known Fangshi, the specification level is relatively low.
But Yan Zhaoge walked among them, and saw many seemingly ordinary things that were not found in places such as the Eight Great Worlds and the Big Sea World.
These things weren't uncommon before the big bust, it was just a big bust that cut off a lot of things.
However, with a little knowledge, just looking at the buying and selling in the small city, it can be seen that many things have been preserved here in the upper world.
Maybe there are also extinct things, not even here, but there are in the lower realm.
But relatively speaking, the Great Thousand Universe before the Great Destruction has the most and most complete traces preserved in the Upper Realm.
Yan Zhaoge and his group were guessing what the Dark Sect's plan was, and after the Nether Sect Elder Nie Sheng settled them down, he went directly to the deepest part of the Nether Sect sub-altar.
There, in a quiet room, an old man dressed in black was staring at the magic circle in front of him in a daze.
The magic circle seemed to be shrouded in a black mist, and there was no trace of the spirit of the magic circle.
Nie Sheng entered the quiet room and bowed to the old man in black: "Elder Wu."
Wu Zixiu, the head elder of the Wuguang Hall of the Youan Sect, still stared at the magic circle in front of him, without turning around: "There is no need to be polite."
Nie Sheng came to Wu Zixiu's side and said, "You look young, but you are tight-lipped, and you can't get anything useful."
Wu Zixiu nodded slowly when he heard the words, and fell silent.
Nie Sheng glanced at the magic circle in front of him: "Elder Wu, should we send them away first? The sacrificial ceremony is not far away, and it is not appropriate to keep such a few outsiders here who don't know how deep they are. Of course, we can't send them away." To the main altar."
Wu Zixiu said: "If you find nothing, you can only send it away first, but..."
Nie Sheng asked: "Elder Wu, do you suspect something? Do you suspect that they are related to Guangmingzong? Is this intentional to deceive us?"
"Whether Deng Sen and the others are dead or not, we will know soon." Wu Zixiu said, "As for this young man, at least he is not a descendant of the Guangming Sect, and his martial arts did not come from the Guangming Sect. Wang Wenmin must have some insight. .”
"Grandmaster Extraordinary killed Wu Sheng,
This young man's talent is indeed astonishing, and the martial arts he practiced is definitely extraordinary, he should have a big background, even if he is related to the Guangming Sect, it is mostly a cooperative relationship, not a contribution. "
"The old man tends to think that he and the people behind him are not the same as Guangmingzong."
Wu Zixiu muttered to himself: "This person claims to be from outside the Huangjia Sea, so it should be credible. The question is, where is he from?"
"This young man may have a strong background. Wang Wenmin said that the language he uses is a pure ancient language that was commonly used before the Great Destruction?"
Nie Sheng nodded: "Yes, that's right."
"The old sayings that were commonly used before the Great Destruction are still used in the current upper world." He thought about Wu Zixiu's words: "Elder Wu, do you already have a guess in your mind?"
After Wu Zixiu hesitated for a while, he said, "The old man is thinking, maybe it has something to do with Southeast Supreme?"
Nie Sheng was startled: "Supreme of the Southeast, shouldn't interfere with the affairs of Huangjia Hai? To him, it's just a trivial matter, so why should he condescend to you?"
"Yeah, logically speaking, it shouldn't be." Having said that, Wu Zixiu's expression was dignified, without any intention of relaxing: "But our sect is different from other forces..."
Hearing this, Nie Sheng's face also became serious: "The Holy Cult has long been a thing of the past. It has been looted by so many people and searched over and over again. After so many years, there is no such thing as those big people can look at. If there is , we should know best ourselves."
Wu Zixiu shook his head slightly: "The other party doesn't necessarily think so."
Nie Sheng thought about it for a moment, and suddenly his expression changed slightly: "Could it be that there is something special about Guangmingzong? Didn't we still wonder why Deng Sen and others suddenly disappeared?"
Wu Zixiu nodded slowly: "It's not impossible."
"If this is the case, good or bad is hard to predict." Nie Sheng smiled bitterly: "Although our sect and Guangming sect are mortal enemies, they have a common enemy, the Daxuan Dynasty. Now is the time when the war is most stalemate, although I always hope that The Guangming Sect was destroyed, but now the lips are dead and the teeth are cold."
Wu Zixiu sighed: "If you can't find out the identity of the other party, it's not good to arrange it rashly, let alone send it to the main altar..."
Nie Sheng nodded sympathetically: "It will take some time to find out whether Deng Sen and the others are alive or dead. We just happened to find out for the general altar, that is..."
He smiled wryly: "...Even our place is not peaceful, the sacrificial ceremony will start soon, we need to cooperate with the main altar."
Wu Zixiu thought for a while and said, "Let the disciples find out their details first?"
Nie Sheng frowned: "How to find out? A young man with such amazing potential should either make friends with him, or kill him with all his strength as soon as possible. Leave a big problem."
Wu Zixiu shook his head: "Where did you say, let's not talk about what this young man really thinks. At least from the outside, he has no malice towards this sect. Instead, he has enmity with the Daxuan Dynasty and the Guangming Sect."
"There are many ways to find out." (To be continued.)
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