The years when I explored the fairyland.

Chapter 250 247: Fighting and Negotiation (6000+ chapters)

Let’s think carefully about the bad things these land gods have done?
They first provoked the Three Kingdoms War, with millions of troops marching from north to south and from west to east. Wherever they passed, corpses piled up and blood flowed like rivers.

Until the foot of Xiangji Mountain, it was more like a flesh and blood mill, devouring the lives of countless people.

As for those martial arts sects, no matter whether they were big or small, had a deep foundation or were weak in strength, almost none of them could escape the fate of being called up.

Even if you are as strong as a martial arts master, you are just a bigger ant on the battlefield and you can lose your life if you are not careful.

Besides, looking at the whole world, each of the great masters is a notable existence, and each of them is as free and easy as an immortal. But even so, most of them have come.

Even a war broke out and they fought to the death.

And all of this was just the calculation of this group of land immortals, just to force Chu Zhou to walk out of the mountain protection formation of Xuanzhen Palace.

After figuring this out, Chu Zhou felt a nameless evil fire rising in his heart, burning fiercely and making people feel uncomfortable.

He was not so kind as to blame himself for all these people's deaths. He just felt very unhappy with this group of land immortals.

The lives of hundreds of thousands of people, the displacement of countless people, and the uncertainty of their future are all just a trap!

These people really have no humanity at all.

This is also the reason why Chu Zhou acted so ruthlessly!

For someone like the one-eyed old man, if he didn't die on the spot, he would feel uncomfortable and his thoughts would not be clear.

So, with a magical power, "The Water of the Forgotten River" summoned countless evil ghosts and took away the soul of the deadly villain.

In fact, it is not that powerful to say how powerful this magical power is. Firstly, he has been comprehending it for too short a time, and secondly, his practice is not profound enough.

But who can blame this desperate villain for being so unscrupulous?

He actually openly admitted the sins he had committed.

Therefore, taking advantage of the bloodshed on the battlefield and the countless wronged souls, such a land immortal was able to die cleanly.

There is most likely no underworld in this world. He probably cannot enjoy the eighteen levels of hell and all kinds of torture.

But the suffering of the soul being torn apart and the true spirit being extinguished is inevitable!

Of course, it is impossible that only the one-eyed old man, a land immortal, could have set up such a big scheme and lured Chu Zhou into the trap step by step.

He is just the first one to stick his head out, and those who come out now may be the whole group.

Nine people, nine land immortals, their positions are actually quite interesting.

There are three on the Golden Horde side, three on the Great Yan Dynasty side, and three on the Dayun Dynasty side.

They displayed almost no momentum, just stood in the void calmly, even calmer and more indifferent than the grandmasters of martial arts.

Only the person who spoke mentioned the ancient immortals and the secret realm, when their eyes burst into uncontrollable enthusiasm.

Chu Zhou looked calm, as if he had expected this. He turned his eyes slightly, scanning the nine people one by one, and then said, "I thought you would help me?"

"Your magical power should have communicated with the underworld, right?
According to ancient legends, after death, the soul returns to the underworld and will be judged by the underworld. Those with serious sins will go to the eighteen levels of hell and will never be able to be reborn!

I thought it was just a mortal's fantasy, but I never expected it, I really never expected it, it was actually true!"

The person who was speaking was a Confucian scholar. Although he was old, his demeanor and temperament were still as good as ever. He was wearing a luxurious white robe, which made him look as unrestrained and free as ever.

He was full of praise, but then he changed the subject and said, "We have only heard of this kind of magical power but have never seen it in action, so we don't know how to crack it.

When it comes to unknown things, we should be more cautious and observe more.

As a result, the rescue speed was a little slow, and I think my one-eyed friend will not blame me."

This statement may seem high-sounding, but in reality it is nothing.

If the one-eyed old man wants to blame him, can he come back to life?
Chu Zhou clearly saw that the scholar could hardly suppress the smile on his face as he spoke, and he was obviously very happy.

In fact, he was not the only one who was happy. Other land immortals were also happy, but they were not as hypocritical as him.

Then a heroic voice came: "I say, old scholar, bookworm, scoundrel, why can't you just say what you want to say? Why do you have to find these lame excuses?"

The person who spoke this time was dressed as a general, with a burly build, a resolute face, and heavy iron armor. Just standing there he had the aura of someone who had survived a hundred battles.

He raised his head slightly, looked at Chu Zhou, and said, "That one-eyed old man is completely devoid of conscience, hated by everyone and detested by ghosts, yet he has a mouth that can utter any vicious words.

Not to mention that others are afraid of him, we also hate being with him, but we want him dead but cannot do anything because of the rules.

Now, you killed him, and we are so happy for you!"

The old scholar was not angry when he saw the general sabotaging him.

Or maybe it's because they have been together for such a long time that they know each other so well and have experienced so much that they have lost their temper.

He just nodded and said: "You are right, but now that my one-eyed friend is dead, it should be made clear!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and jars of fine wine were taken out. He threw them casually and others took them.

After a while, the other eight people took the jar of wine, broke the mud seal, tilted their heads back and poured it into their mouths.

Some sipped the wine carefully, some drank it in big gulps, and some even muttered something while drinking, tilting the jar in their hands and spilling the wine, as if they were paying tribute to the dead.

On this battlefield, the blood was running wild and the killing was so intense that even the sun and the moon seemed dim, but they were drinking and offering sacrifices as if no one was around, not caring about other people's eyes.

Chu Zhou looked at it, his eyes flashing slightly, and the aura around him seemed to be surging, but he suppressed it.

Although it was just a few words of conversation, Chu Zhou already understood that these nine people did not have a good relationship with each other, and who knows how much dirty tricks they had in private.

But every time he wanted to take action, nine people, from three directions, with overlapping energy, covered him like a big net, leaving him with no way to escape or avoid.

After watching their performance, Chu Zhou finally spoke up and asked, "Did you come here because of that secret realm?"

"Of course!"

"Then I want to say that I am not that ancient immortal, and I have nothing to do with the secret realm. Can you believe me?"

"What do you say?"

"Of course I don't believe it. In this case, we can only see the truth with our own hands."

Chu Zhou said: "Who among you will make the first move and fight me?"

The only answer he got was silence. This time, no one spoke, but the nine of them did not take any other action either.

"No way?! No way!
You are all martial arts masters, immortals on earth, you wouldn't really want nine of you to fight me alone, isn't this a bit too much?"

"You are all great figures who have left their names in history. Wouldn't it be too embarrassing to tell others about your shamelessness?"

Chu Zhou seemed to be in disbelief, his expression was extremely exaggerated, and his voice was so loud that it could almost be heard by everyone in the world.

These words also successfully made eight of the nine land immortals ashamed and look unhappy. At this level, sometimes, interests are nothing and face is the most important thing.

Only the hypocritical old scholar seemed not to care at all, and said with a smile: "Master Chu, although this method of provoking is useful, it is useless here!

We are not afraid to fight you, but if you take advantage of the chaos to escape, then everything we have done before will be in vain."

"However, if the Taoist priest insists on testing our strength, that's fine. As long as he can subdue the nine of us, then of course the Taoist priest can do whatever he wants!"

In fact, it is not difficult to see that these nine people are very wary of Chu Zhou, both in words and actions, for fear of making the slightest mistake.

Chu Zhou remained expressionless, but he knew in his heart that there was no way this could end peacefully. His eyes narrowed and his breathing became heavier.

"In that case, what else is there to say! Everyone, take it..."

"Flying sword, hurry!"

Before he finished speaking, Chu Zhou opened his mouth and spit out his flying sword. The sword light increased, like a rainbow piercing the sun, and it was already wrapped in rolling thunder, and drew an arc and a semicircle in front of him.

Chu Zhou used all his strength in this sword, and his targets included the six land immortals from Dayan and the Golden Horde.

Under this sword, the nine people retreated quickly almost at the same time, but this did not mean that they made way. Instead, their aura surged, like a burning mountain fire, tightly covering the space of a thousand feet in radius.

Under the tremendous pressure, the speed of the flow of inspiration seemed to be slowed down. Although the sword light was sharp, there were traces to be found.

And another person walked out from among the nine land immortals. He was a blindfolded swordsman with a black cloth covering his eyes. In his hand, he held an ordinary-looking long sword and used it as a crutch in the air.

Seeing Chu Zhou's flying sword, his face showed excitement. He stepped out, unsheathed his sword, and it danced with brilliant sword light.

His temperament was fierce, like the edge of a sword, but when the sword came out, it was like clouds and mist, like silk and rain, lingering and difficult to separate.

The flying sword technique was so sharp, but with one strike, it only tore his clothes, leaving a scar, but was also caught in the entanglement of the sword light, and no longer had a sharp edge.

Chu Zhou's eyes focused, and the magic formula in his hand changed again. The flying sword spun like a top, moving back and forth in all directions, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

But the swordsman's sword skills changed, removing all the splendor and leaving only the most ordinary sword moves.

But this most common sword move, the dance visible to the naked eye, can allow the tips of the swords to collide with each other no matter how fast the flying swords are.

The magic spell in Chu Zhou's hand changed again. The flying sword no longer went straight forward, but turned into a swimming fish, changing direction and turning at will, with extreme lightness and ingenuity, and could stab out the sword light from the most incredible angles.

The sword in the swordsman's hand also changed in response, turning into a towering mountain, slashing horizontally and vertically, with a surging force, blocking the flying sword.

The fight between the two sides did not last long, but even so, Chu Zhou's flying sword was blocked by this man and he was completely helpless.

At this moment, Chu Zhou also recognized the man. When he was dominating the world, he liked to cover his eyes with a black scarf when fighting with others, so he was called the "blind swordsman".

But later everyone found out that he was not blind, but had learned a powerful sword technique called "Heart Sword", which required him to pretend to be blind.

Of course, later on, when he was invincible, he was no longer the 'blind swordsman', but was given the name 'blind swordsman'.

Chu Zhou could feel the excellence of his swordsmanship. The three meters around him could even be called his sword domain, which could not be broken.

In this short period of time, the other eight land immortals also took action.

They first took out a bronze tripod with nine circling dragons and various bird and animal patterns on it. They threw it into the air and it turned into a size of ten feet.

As it rotated, a mysterious light shone, covering where Chu Zhou was, and a huge pressure descended from the sky.

Chu Zhou reacted quickly as a small flag appeared above his head, fluttering in the wind.

Above it, a phantom of Xuanwu jumped out and stared at the mysterious light of the treasure tripod.

But even so, Chu Zhou's face still looked unhappy, because, under this mysterious light and nearly ten times the gravity, it was a luxury for him to leave quickly.

This mysterious light is meant to limit his speed!

But his eyes focused, and Chu Zhou attacked again. He raised his hand and a ball of black water flew out.

The black water was only about ten drops, and the speed was not fast, but wherever it passed, the rumbling sound was like a surging river, and the air was distorted. This was the magical power of water, one-yuan heavy water!
When this magical power was used, the faces of those land immortals changed drastically, but there was still one land immortal who went forward to meet it.

This man looked like a boy, only three feet tall, dressed like a monk and wearing a cassock.

As soon as he made a move, he manifested the Dharmakaya of Buddha, sitting upright on a cloud platform, surrounded by eight heavenly dragons, seemingly illusory, appearing and disappearing from time to time!

When the one-yuan heavy water approached, the eight celestial dragons all made a charging gesture, transformed into all kinds of ghosts and monsters with bared fangs and claws, and rushed forward to meet it.

Wherever they get close, they will be crushed into powder by the one-yuan heavy water. They can pile up one after another, die and be reborn, endlessly, and just rely on their numbers to freeze the one-yuan heavy water in mid-air.

Chu Zhou had a blank expression on his face. He raised his hand and waved it, and more than ten drops of one yuan heavy water were sprinkled out.

At this moment, the monk boy's face changed, and his body couldn't stop shaking. But just when he was about to make a move, a bowl appeared in front of the water drop.

Here comes another immortal from land. He is also a monk, but a haggard old monk with deep wrinkles on his face, but his eyes are bright and wise.

The bowl he was holding in one hand was obviously also a magic weapon. It suddenly formed a huge suction force, sucking more than ten drops of one-yuan heavy water into it.

Of course, it is not so easy to take in one-yuan heavy water. As soon as it entered, the old monk’s face changed.

He supported himself with both hands, and with the energy surging around him, he straightened up.

But even so, the one yuan heavy water was not stable in the bowl, bumping and smashing everywhere, and soon, sweat was seen on the old monk's forehead.

Chu Zhou raised his eyebrows and threw out the remaining dozen drops of one-yuan heavy water. His target was still the two monks.

This time, the two ancestors, one old and one young, from the Great Snow Mountain and the Ancient Temple Sect, were so embarrassed that their faces turned green.

The rescue also came in time, and another land immortal rushed out.

There is no way. The lethality of one yuan heavy water is needless to say, but its speed is indeed not fast, and the land immortal who walked out this time is a high-spirited man.

He used his martial arts body, which was a golden lion with nine heads. His roar shook the heavens and the earth, and the sound waves seemed real.

But the nine-headed lion had no intention of rushing forward for hand-to-hand combat, and instead took out a string of copper coins that were round on the outside and square on the inside.

He threw the magic weapon out, and the red rope automatically untied. More than ten copper coins pressed on the one-yuan water coins, and they began to wrestle with each other.

It should be said that the ardent man was a smart man. He knew that he couldn't fight head-on, so he used clever tricks to constantly dissipate the opponent's strength.

It seemed that the magic weapon he controlled was constantly retreating, but it was slippery and it was much easier than the other two.

As a result of Chu Zhou's series of moves, four of the nine land immortals had already been separated, leaving only five to activate the bronze tripod, which continuously emitted mysterious light to suppress it.

Of course, it’s not the case to say that these are the only means they have.

However, up to now, they have been thinking about capturing Chu Zhou rather than killing him.

Then, the old scholar threw out another magic weapon, and when it was opened, it turned out to be a large net flashing red light.

The big net wrapped around the Xuanwu outside the Chu boat, tightly wrapped it up, and kept shrinking.

There was also the power of thunder flowing across the internet, bringing waves of numbness.

Even through the Xuanwu flag, Chu Zhou felt a tingling sensation, as if his magic power was hindered and no longer as smooth as before.

Although this feeling has subsided a lot after the impact of magic power, if it continues like this, something bad will happen sooner or later.

It was at this time that the old scholar spoke up: "Master Chu, I have to admit that the number of methods used by the Jindan Great Cultivator is indeed beyond my imagination.

However, we are numerous, and you will not be able to escape in the end."

Chu Zhou narrowed his eyes and said, "Maybe I can't escape, but aren't you afraid that I will be in trouble?"

The old scholar smiled and said, "We have thirteen immortals on earth in total, and this is fixed. If there are fewer, we will select and supplement them. If there are more, it won't be too many.

You saw my one-eyed friend die this time, so I won’t say anything more.

But there are only nine people here now. Where do you think the other three have gone?"

Chu Zhou thought for a moment, his eyes sharpened like a blade: "Xuan Zhen Palace?!"

"Yes, it is Xuanzhen Palace."

"Do you have a way to break the mountain protection formation?"

“That’s not the case. However, we also know one thing: if any formation is to be used to its full potential, it needs someone to preside over it and provide mana.

I just wonder if your four fellow apprentices are qualified enough?"

At this moment, Chu Zhou was silent. After a long time, he uttered a few words: "You guys really have a lot of calculations!"

Having said this, Chu Zhou looked around, his face becoming extremely ugly.

He clasped his hands together, and the golden elixir in his body suddenly started to spin, and his magic power surged out like a tsunami.

His flying sword suddenly trembled, and a shock force suddenly appeared, causing the void to shake, and with one sword he broke through the sword domain barrier of the blind sword saint.

However, the flying sword did not kill the enemy, but turned into a streak of light and tried to return to Chu Zhou.

Also rioting was one yuan of heavy water, a total of fifty-three drops, which broke free from their restraints, gathered together, and turned into a black dragon no bigger than a palm, with bared fangs and claws, and rampant and overbearing.

The flying sword first slashed at the net-like magic weapon, and there was a dazzling thunder and the sword whistled like the wind. Finally, there were tremors and a hole was torn in the big net.

The palm-sized black dragon directly hit the bronze tripod. There was a loud bang and visible sound waves swept in all directions.

The precious tripod was knocked away and smashed the Xiangji Mountain, causing the entire mountain to sink several meters.

The reactions of the nine land immortals were not only fast, but also unified.

Under the aftermath, they retreated a considerable distance, but the aura around them became more intense, and the blockade of the space around them did not relax at all.

Nine people occupied nine directions, and each of them even held a magic weapon in their hands, standing on guard.

However, this time Chu Zhou did not choose to attack, but took out the walnut boat and transformed it into normal size.

He stood on the walnut boat, facing the wind, with his right hand in a holding-up gesture. The one yuan of heavy water turned into a small ball, floating up and down in the palm of his hand.

In his left hand, he held a small bell, which was the 'immobilization bell' that had not been used for a long time.

This magic bell weapon is quite impressive. It once helped Chu Zhou defeat powerful enemies. However, at his current level, he can only fight at a distance of hundreds of feet. The attack distance of this bell weapon is a bit awkward.

But no one can deny that it can be very effective in close combat.

As for the Xuanwu flag, it was above Chu Zhou's head, fluttering in the wind, with flying swords circling around it, trembling non-stop.

This is not the end. Chu Zhou also showed a domineering state of several meters high. A straight blood and energy rushed up into the sky and turned into rising wolf smoke.

Seeing Chu Zhou's fully armed appearance, the nine land immortals around him all held their breath.

There is no way, it is too cruel!
If Chu Zhou wanted to fight to the death, they might be able to keep him, but if four or five of them died, it would be unfair to Chu Zhou's current attitude.

Seeing that all the land immortals were showing some fear, Chu Zhou did not rush to attack, but asked: "Let's talk more?"

The immortals on land looked at each other, and the old scholar spoke first: "Let's talk!"

Chu Zhou said: "I really want to know why you insist on entering the secret realm?"

"Of course it's for staying alive. We land immortals have a lifespan of 300 years, and we have special methods to prolong our lives.

But people, you know, the older you get, the more afraid you are of death!"

This time the old scholar was very frank, but Chu Zhou was still a little confused: "If you're afraid of death, I've already distributed the immortal cultivation method, but you didn't get it?"

"I got it, and I have tried to practice it, but we are too old, and our blood and energy are exhausted. If we want to cultivate a golden elixir to prolong our lives, it is impossible."

The one who spoke this time was the ancestor of the Ancient Temple Sect, the boy monk who controlled the eight heavenly dragons. With just one sentence, he resolved all of Chu Zhou's confusion.

“So, rather than wanting to enter the secret realm, you actually want the longevity elixir inside.

But, are you sure it really exists?"

"It's recorded in ancient books, so it must be there!!!"

This is the big man dressed as a general who spoke, but as soon as he said this, his eyes changed and he said, "You came out of the secret realm, don't you know whether there is one or not?"

Chu Zhou grinned and said, "I told you that I'm not an ancient immortal, nor did I come from a secret realm. You don't believe me?"

The blind swordsman tilted his head slightly, pretending to listen: "You're really not?"

Chu Zhou was very calm: "I really am not!!!"

Blind Sword Master: "My inner sword tells me that what you said is true, but this is impossible? How is this possible?

How could you not have come from a secret realm? What is your origin?"

As soon as he said this, there was a commotion among the other land immortals, but unexpectedly, the one who interrupted the commotion was Chu Zhou.

He said loudly: "I am not from the secret realm, but I know how to find the secret realm!"

"what?"

With that, the immortals on land fell silent again. The old scholar spoke first, saying, "Are you telling the truth?"

"Of course it's true. If you really want to go, I can take you with me, right?"

After these words were spoken, everyone became uneasy again, and even a little bit at a loss. The withered old monk from the Snow Mountain asked: "You didn't lie to us?"

Chu Zhou said: "Of course, but let me be frank. That secret place is not a good place to be in. It is full of dangers. Do you really want to go there?"

"Go, must go!"

"The chance to become an immortal is right before our eyes, who can be willing to give it up?"

Several people blurted out the words, and for a moment, the conversation became noisy and chaotic. In the end, it was the old scholar who raised his hand and suppressed the chaos.

He took a step forward and asked, "How do you prove it?"

Chu Zhou said with a smile: "Isn't your question a bit stupid?
You set up such a big trap and deceived me, isn't it just a bet that I know the way to the secret realm?
Now that I agree to take you there, you ask me to prove it, isn't that ridiculous?"

"It's ridiculous!"

The old scholar actually nodded in agreement, as if admitting his own mistake. After a moment of silence, he continued, "Your consent has requirements, right?"

"Of course. The first thing to do is to call back the remaining three land immortals!"

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