Chapter 362 Goal! Yuan King Fahui

The night wind was cold, blowing away the smoke and dust.

In the ruins, Zhou Dao hugged Lao Wu's corpse, feeling the impermanence of the world for the first time in his life.

He has no enmity with Lao Wu, just because of their different positions.

This battle broke the fate, but also broke the kindness.

"In life, everyone has obsession!" Zhou Dao murmured softly.

Lao Wu's obsession is the great kindness of the Imperial Palace for his upbringing.

His life was given by the Imperial Palace. Without the latter, perhaps he would have died in the catastrophe that year, just like his mother, who was eaten by others after death. How could he embark on the practice of cultivation in the future? Lu, with such an earth-shattering cultivation?

With this obsession, Lao Wu had no other choice.

Perhaps for him, death is the best destination. It not only repays the great favor of Imperial Palace, but also fulfills the friendship between him and Zhou Dao.

"Fool!"

Zhou Dao clenched his fists, lowered his head, and clenched his teeth.

He picked up Lao Wu's body, turned around and stepped on the ground, and disappeared into the vast night like a gust of wind.

"Life and death are impermanent, the world is vicissitudes, his journey has just begun."

In the void, a pair of indifferent eyes looked down, and a cold sigh sounded slowly.

The master of the black prison shook his head expressionlessly.

To Zhou Dao, he was used to seeing other people's lives and deaths, so it was nothing.

But when relatives and friends around him died in front of him, that kind of huge gap and spiritual shock was the biggest temper for him.

Any strong person who wants to climb to the top must go through this hurdle.

"It's so lonely on the road to longevity. Looking back on the world, you can see gray heads." Li Zangfeng was indifferent.

He knew that tonight would have a far-reaching impact on Zhou Dao.

"Tsk tsk, all the killing ways in the Imperial Palace died in his hands, this beam is completely closed." The master of the black prison said in a deep voice.

Not long ago, Zhou Dao beheaded Wu Yuanmeng from Chiling Palace, and now he took away Lao Wu. With the domineering character of Chiling Palace, it is obvious that Liang Zi will never die.

"Liangzi? It's already been married." Li Zangfeng said indifferently.

"Huh?" The master of the black prison was taken aback, unable to understand the meaning of Li Zangfeng's words.

"I can make Zhou Dao a name in the black prison."

At this moment, Li Zangfeng changed the subject and said suddenly.

The master of the black prison's eyes lit up, and he was overjoyed.

"really!?"

In the past two days, he and Li Zangfeng have been arguing constantly, and the other party has been refusing to let go, and now he suddenly agrees, which makes him quite surprised.

"I have only one condition."

"You say." The master of the black prison said in a deep voice.

He was already ready to let Li Zangfeng speak loudly, no matter what, Zhou Dao must win over him.

Otherwise, he would have to wait until the year of the monkey to find another person who fits the power of the black prison.

"At the critical moment, you must stand by that kid's side and be unwavering." Li Zangfeng said in a concentrated voice.

"Huh? It's that simple?" The master of the black prison was stunned.

If Zhou Dao really made his name in the black prison, he would be considered his own. No matter what, he would naturally stand behind Zhou Dao as a backer. There is no need to say much about this.

Li Zangfeng actually took this as a condition, isn't this taking off his pants and farting, is it superfluous?

"It's that simple." Li Zangfeng said in a deep voice.

"No matter what kind of enemy he stands in front of him in the future, you must stand behind him."

"You mean Imperial Palace?" The master of the black prison sneered.

"Shouldn't we just kill a few of their kittens and puppies? With you and me behind that kid, how can the Imperial Palace still make trouble?"

The Sword Pillar, one of the Nine Divine Pillars, and the master of the Black Prison, Liao Wang, these two forces are enough to cause turmoil in the capital.

With their support, I believe that Chiling Palace will not have endless troubles with Wu Yuanmeng and Zhou Dao because of the little Wu Yuanmeng.

"Can you do it?" Li Zangfeng asked again, noncommittal.

"No problem!" The master of the black prison said everything, without thinking too deeply.

"very good!"

Li Zangfeng nodded and turned around. Under the dark night, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with an imperceptible arc.

"The capital, this kid is finally going to set foot in the capital."

After the voice fell, the figures of the two giants slowly dissipated, disappearing into the void.

...

In the tall building, Xiong Jiuling recalled the battle just now. He simulated it thousands of times in his mind, but he still couldn't imagine how Zhou Dao turned defeat into victory in the end and broke through the terrible way of killing.

"Lord Yan has a fierce reputation, there is no falsehood." Xiong Jiuling murmured softly.

Lao Wu is a [Nine Apertures] cultivation base, holds a Shura knife, and has practiced [The Way of Killing], but he was defeated.

This made Xiong Jiuling deeply touched.

"The way of killing is nothing more than that." Beside, Zhou Yan couldn't help but said.

"Perhaps, he didn't show his full strength." Xiong Jiuling shook his head.

The way of killing in Imperial Palace was not blown out, he had read the records in the door.

The horror of this technique is no different from purgatory.

Perhaps, today's old Wu is no longer the old Wu of the past, and there is a worry in his heart, how can he enter the state of Shura? Why use the method of nirvana?

"Uncle Xiong, can you beat Lord Yan?" Zhou Yan asked.

Xiong Jiuling pondered for a while: "It's hard to say!"

He was extremely perplexed by Zhou Dao's last resort, a duel between masters, such perplexity might change the outcome, just like an old martial artist.

"Let's leave tomorrow." Xiong Jiuling said suddenly.

"No more shopping?"

Xiong Jiuling shook his head: "King Huo Long is dead, it seems that someone has inherited his chance."

"Inherited?" Zhou Yan was puzzled.

"Go back, you've already gained a lot by coming out this time." Xiong Jiuling whispered.

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the silent Lin'an Mansion.

"Mr. Yan..."

...

That night, Zhou Dao buried Old Wu alone.

On the side of Nanshan Mountain, there is a solitary grave with the string of [Six Fierce Coins] hanging on it.

If it is buried here, no one will come to disturb it.

Just like the old Wu before his death.

Zhou Dao sat in front of Lao Wu's tomb all night.

The sky is slightly bright, and the morning sun shines through the mist and bathes the mountains.

Zhou Dao got up, just walked a few steps, turned around and stopped, and took a deep look at Lao Wu's solitary grave.

He seemed to see Lao Wu busy in front of the chopping board in the shop again.

"You owe me a bun."

Zhou Dao whispered, and walked down the mountain without turning his head.

...

On this day, Jiang Yuan and others, under the escort of the master Yu Yaosi, marched to the capital in mighty force.

Zhou Dao, Long Ao came to see him off.

"Brother Zhou, I'll be waiting for you in the capital." Jiang Yuan leaned out of the carriage and shouted towards the rear, until the figure in the distance could no longer be seen clearly, then retracted the carriage.

"what are you doing?"

At this time, Qi Hao next to him was sitting cross-legged, with a knife hidden in a sheath on his lap.

"I'm cultivating." Qi Hao whispered.

"Cultivation?" Jiang Yuan showed a strange expression.

Qi Hao nodded seriously: "An uncle taught me."

On the official road.

Zhou Dao looked at the chariots and horses in the distance, and slowly withdrew his gaze.

"Let's go too."

"Where are you going?" Long Ao was taken aback.

"Go back to Pingjiang City!" Zhou Dao whispered, his gaze firmer than ever before.

After returning, he will take people to the capital.

That was his stage, the Yuan King Fa Conference, and Zhou Dao was vaguely looking forward to meeting the disciples from the Imperial Palace.

"Just wait." Zhou Dao said silently.