Chapter 77 Tri-ethnic notation

Chapter 77 The sword slave has always been in a state of excitement, and Feng Yun Wuji has been quietly staying next to him, quietly looking at the old man with a strong racial mentality.

After a long time, the sword slave finally calmed down, took a look at Fengyun Wuji with appreciation, and then said, "Heaven and the high-level officials of demons and demons have passed the temple."

"Ah?! ..." Fengyun Wuji was shocked. Unexpectedly, as soon as Jiannu calmed down, his mouth was such a big event that could shock the whole Taigu.

"How could they...why? Uh-huh..." Fengyun Wuji couldn't find a good wording for a while.

Jiannu smiled and said, "It's all because of your credit."

Looking at the confusion and shock, Jiannu continued to throw down the blockbuster bomb and said, "The high-level officials of the three races are in the temple, just because of you.

Do you remember the 'Demon Destroyer's Sutra' left before your ascension? The temple didn't expect that a book of the Heart of Destruction would have such a great impact.

The plane you came to soared at a speed of thousands of times in hundreds of years, which was also a great shock when the temple learned about it.

"What did the senior management of the three ethnic groups say?" Feng Yun Wuji pointed to the center of the problem and asked in a calm and flattered tone.

Jiannu took a look at Fengyun Wuji and said, "The three races, mainly because heaven requires the temple to erase all the 'Demon Destroyer Heart Sutra'. All soaring people must not fly up to ancient times, and their martial arts must be abolished!" What?!!! How could they make such an excessive request? Feng Yun Wuji's eyes suddenly became congested and red, his teeth rattled, and bursts of crackling cracks came from his finger joints.

"Yes! This kind of request is too much!" Jiannu looked up at the gloomy sky and said, "But if you don't do this, the heaven threatens to send angels to completely destroy that plane!" A violent sword spirit burst out of Feng Yun Wuji's body, and the strong and irritable sword spirit set off bursts of yellow sand, and even rolled up some gravel.

In the face of Fengyun Wuji's violent swordsmanship, the sword slave also had to take a few steps back. He was surprised and said, "I didn't expect that after 400 years of kung fu, you have made great progress."

Feng Yun Wuji lowered his head, his hands were fist-shaped, and he clenched tightly. His knuckles turned white for a while, and his long hair hung down from his head. He covered his face and couldn't see his expression clearly.

"What about the answer made by the temple?" Fengyun Wuji's voice was very low and calm, and he could not hear any emotional fluctuations calmly.

"The temple has made the last effort. Heaven agrees that on your plane, the last group of people who have reached the state of soaring can fly up, but after they fly up, the plane must be thoroughly cleaned, all the martial arts secrets must be taken back, and all the memories related to martial arts must be cleared. That plane, from After that, there will be no more soarers.

This is the last bottom line of heaven.

"You let me calm down. I think I need to think about it."

"Well, this time, on behalf of the temple, I inform you that the goal has been achieved. Next, what to do depends on you... I hope we will have a chance to meet again in the future.

I'm in the temple. If I can help you, I will do my best to help you.

If the sword slave said with deep meaning, he then jumped down from the peak and went away like a rainbow.

Fengyun Wuji found a stubborn stone, squatted down in the wind, and looked at the distance. After a long time, he stood up. There was no original confusion on his face. Instead, he had a firm look. His body shook and disappeared... "Brother Ximen, I need your help."

In the ice kiln of Youming Peak, Fengyun Wuji saw the drunken Ximen blowing snow. He walked over and said.

Feng Yun Wuji's face was a little anxious, which surprised Ximen blowing snow, and the wine suddenly woke up a little.

"What's going on? What do you need my help with? Ximen blew snow and sat down on his knees, closed his eyes slightly. A white fog with a strong smell of wine curled out of the green silk above his head. When he opened his eyes again, Ximen blew snow's eyes were already bright.

"I need to go to the plane where I came."

Feng Yun Wuji said.

"You mean... you want to go back again with the help of my strength?" Ximen Chuixue looked at Fengyun Wuji and was not sure.

"Yes, to be precise, I hope you can help me open the channel to the plane where I come.

I remember that you seem to have gone back, and you should have experience in this field.

Ximen Fuxue closed his eyes, leaned against the wall, and sighed, "Brother Wuji, it's not that I don't want to help you, but I can't help you at all.

I haven't been to that plane, so I can't accurately open the plane channel at all.

"What!" Feng Yun Wuji was shocked and didn't expect it to be this answer at all.

"Is there nothing we can do?" Ximen Fuxue pondered for a moment, raised his head and said, "There is one way. In this case, if I open the plane channel, the final result can only be to randomly open a plane channel.

It may be the demon world, it may be heaven, or it may be some other plane. In short, it is hard to say.

If you are lucky, maybe you can open your plane at once.

"Good luck? ..." Fengyun Wuji smiled bitterly, leaned against the cold wall, looked up at the upside-down ice edges above the ice kiln, and asked with some distress in his heart, "Is there really nothing we can do?" Ximen Chuixue shook his head, suddenly nodded again, and suddenly turned his head: "There is another way."

"What?" You have learned how to open the plane channel! ..." "...How often can you open the plane channel?" Feng Yun Wuji asked.

Ximen blew snow at Fengyun Wuji in surprise, and then said, "Opening the plane channel is different from soaring, and the energy consumed is very large. Even with my current cultivation, it can only be opened once a month.

You must experience it carefully. Within a month, I can't protect myself at all, let alone open the plane channel again.

"I see."

Feng Yun Wuji nodded: "When will we start?"

"Now, but you'd better call the sword demon Dugu for defeat. After I open the plane channel, I will be very weak."

"Hmm."

Fengyun Wuji walked out of the ice kiln and looked up to the sky with a whistle. A big eagle spread its wings and flew down from under the clouds.

"Big eagle, please come and defeat the sword demon Dugu."

The eagle made a loud noise, then turned into a black spot and quickly disappeared into the sky...