Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 776 I have a difficult road to walk on, do you want to walk on it?
Able to endure death again and again, and able to get up again and again from painful torture.

Han Yu's tenacity was indeed something that even Zhisou was impressed by, as if it was something deeply hidden in his bones.

From the beginning to now, it has never changed.

In particular, Han Yu's tolerance for pain is simply outrageous.

Even a cultivator with a strong mind may face collapse when faced with such constant death, especially when he suddenly loses all his strength, which is a huge gap in itself.

Therefore, Zhisou's admiration for Han Yu was completely undisguised.

Of course, this did not prevent him from watching the other party die coldly.

The farthest he rushed was several miles away. He even saw the open bronze gate from afar, but unfortunately he was eventually drowned in the crowd.

"This is simply impossible. I am just an ordinary person here. How can I fight against a cultivator? The gap in strength is too big."

Han Yu couldn't help but complain to the wise old man. The wise old man gnawed the nuts silently, then he looked as if he had just woken up from a dream and turned to look at him in confusion.

"Are you talking to me?"

Han Yu almost suffocated. It was just him and the other person here. Who else could he talk to if not him?
The wise old man looked at him mockingly, and laughed strangely, "I think if you want to complain, you shouldn't come to me."

If you feel it is unreasonable, go find Jin Ling yourself. What is the point of looking for him?

"But why did you run away?"

The wise old man suddenly asked him.

Nonsense, if you don't run away, these monks will have to grab you with their swords, and those who are a little slower will have nothing to cut.

However, Han Yu quickly glanced at him with a strange look. This old guy never talks nonsense.

Either he was trying to trick him, or... this old guy really wanted to help him again.

Blanch!
When Han Yu turned his head to look at those monks, he became inexplicably fierce. Since the wise old man didn't think of escaping, it must be that he didn't have to escape.

Since there is no need to escape, then just kill him.

Han Yu has a trait, stubbornness. If he thinks he can do something, he will do it even at the risk of his life.

This can be seen from the fact that the spirit of the weapon couldn't hold him back several times.

"Zhao, where did this old ghost come from? Why is he meddling in other people's business?"

In the outside world, even a shy sword spirit couldn't help but want to curse.

A group of people were curious about what could have happened that could make this shy spirit unable to help but curse.

After the little sword spirit described the wise old man's behavior in a childish tone, he was still angry and said, "So who is this old guy? Why can he enter my territory and give orders?"

The Fire Spirit and the Wood Spirit were unaware of the Wise Old Man, and the only one who seemed to know was the Earth Spirit.

The earth spirit kept spitting bubbles and wagging its tail.

"Don't look at me. I don't know when this guy was assigned to my territory. I only know that he is responsible for supervision. Last time, this guy also made trouble for me, and I deprived him of the power within the examination room rules."

As a result, after several spirits communicated with each other, no one recognized the wise old man.

Huo Ling was already gloating at this time, "Actually, there's no need for him to remind me. Sooner or later, if that kid gets angry, he'll find out. It's just a matter of time."

"It's discovered, so what!"

The little sword spirit seemed unaware of the seriousness of the problem and was still speaking angrily.

"Do you know what Han Yu is most famous for?"

The fire spirit wagged its tail and spoke in a serious tone.

"This guy is famous for being reckless. If you dare to give him this kind of opportunity, you'll be crying soon!"

Even if there is no opportunity, we can create opportunities for him.

This gives the opportunity, so there is basically no suspense.

Although the little sword spirit's examination room was extremely rough, the hole left behind was enough for Han Yu to kill his way through the entire examination room.

"Not that far-fetched, is it?"

The little sword spirit said in an incredulous tone.

“We didn’t believe it before.”

The three spirits responded in unison.

Soul Realm. Han Yu suddenly became murderous and rushed towards the huge crowd alone.

The physical strength is gone, but the fighting consciousness is still there, as is the close combat experience.

The opponent was already in sight, Han Yu's eyes were cold and he shouted softly!
For a moment, there was a huge momentum, and even the wise man couldn't help but look sideways at this moment.

Han Yu jumped high, his fists were like wind and thunder, or perhaps they were wind and thunder.

This is a style of boxing learned from Qi Ling, also known as Turtle Fist.

The person arrives before the fist.

Before the fist arrives, the person is already stabbed like a hedgehog.

puff!
The wise old man almost laughed to tears, this scene was so funny.

But soon he couldn't laugh anymore. The resurrected Han Yu rushed out again without thinking.

Charge again and again, fall again and again.

Never stopped, never retreated.

Gradually, a flash of light appeared in the sea of ​​people, and the wise old man's expression gradually became solemn. As time went by, the golden light continued to bloom, and in the end, it actually cleared out three feet of space.

Hundreds of cultivators have fallen around. As the power of his sea of ​​consciousness grows, the golden supernatural power in Han Yu's body gradually becomes stronger.

What shocked the wise old man was that Han Yu did not use the Golden Divine Power outside, but instead used it to turn himself into the sharpest weapon.

Yes, at this moment he is the sharpest sword.

From nothing to something, starting from every bit of power in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The soul world was not divided into day and night. Han Yu didn't even know how much time had passed. He only knew that the killing continued. The cultivators in his hands fell one after another, piece after piece, group after group...

Supernatural powers, wish fulfillment, and divine communication have now reached the pinnacle!

By the end, he was covered in wounds, but his aura had never diminished.

He killed his way through a mile, then two miles, getting closer and closer to the bronze gate. No monk could stop him, and no monk could stop him.

Just as Huo Ling said, since the little sword spirit left such a big loophole, Han Yu will definitely be able to kill his way through the entire examination room.

A long time passed, and when Han Yu stood in front of the bronze gate, there was a sea of ​​blood and corpses behind him, and the sticky blood also turned him into a bloody man.

Just as Han Yu was about to step into the gate, the wise old man suddenly spoke.

"Han Yu, I have a door here too, would you like to come in?"

After saying this, the wise old man waved his hand, the earth suddenly shook, and a huge pagoda rose from the ground.

The nine-story pagoda has different monks on each floor. Different from the arrangement here, the monks in the pagoda are more terrifying and their momentum is progressive.

The wise old man smiled and said, "You can also go out through the bronze gate here. What do you choose?"

Han Yu wiped his face and sighed helplessly.

He knew that the wise old man was not holding back his fart. It was like this every time. He seemed to be helping you, but turned around and increased the intensity of the situation.

It was obvious that he could take one step out right now, but he had to face another challenge at this critical moment.

"I don't want to bother with you. You're not a golden spirit."

Han Yu laughed mockingly and used the wise old man's words just now to stop him.

The wise old man was not in a hurry. He clapped his hands and stood with his hands behind his back.

"The strength of the monks on each floor of the tower is different, just like the current predicament in Zhongzhou. There is no telling when it will end. What will you choose?"

"Fuck you, you're trying to talk me down again!"

Han Yu was furious and couldn't help wanting to spit at Zhisou.

Especially when the wise old man was still insisting, "You didn't take the path that the wood spirit gave you, and you didn't take the path that the earth spirit gave you either."

The Fire Spirit just fits Han Yu's personality perfectly, there's no doubt about that.

"So, do you want to take Jin Ling's simple and rough way?"

"It just so happens that I have a road here, which is not easy to walk on. Do you want to try it?"

(End of this chapter)