Outside the Ten Thousand Demons Tower.

Silence.

The fierce battle that took place on the ninetieth floor touched everyone's heartstrings.

The major sect leaders personally participated in the battle. The victory or defeat in this battle was related to the pattern of the entire Hezhou cultivation world. All the six major sects present were on tenterhooks.

The exterior of the ninety-story tower has long been turned into a bark-like wall, and the situation inside cannot be seen.

When the Dragon Sword was born and struck out a shocking sword, the ninetyth floor had already closed itself. People only saw Yunji fighting the great demon Bai Sang alone with extraordinary power, while the other golden elixirs were besieged by countless demon spirits. As for the result,

Can't be seen outside.

Yun Fengdi and others all sweated for Yun Ji, secretly praying that the junior brother could win the battle, defeat the big demon and rescue the senior sister.

Little Mianmian was worried about Yunji along with a few others. The little girl was so anxious that she was circling back and forth like an ant on a hot pot.

Hong Yixian remained calm as usual, as if he already knew the outcome.

Several left-behind elders of the Seven Swords Sect were silently waiting for the result. They knew that the winner would be determined soon because the three-day time limit was approaching.

Countless monks from various major sects were as quiet as a deserted place.

Of course, there are some monks who don't care much about the battle in the tower, but focus on things that interest them, such as trading.

In a forest not far from the Seven Swords Sect, there is a trading market formed spontaneously by the monks. At this time, there are still many monks bargaining in low voices, buying or exchanging the things they need.

No matter how turbulent the world of cultivation is, strengthening one's own strength is always the best policy.

In the deepest part of the small market, there is a rather special stall that occupies a large open space.

The stall owner was wearing a gray Taoist robe, about forty years old, wearing a high crown, and dressed as a Taoist. There were nine books in front of him, and the titles of the books all had the three characters "Qiwenlu" written on them.

Someone asked out of curiosity.

"What's the price for this anecdote? What's so special about it?"

"This book records anecdotes from ancient times to the present, dating back thousands of years, and it's not expensive, just one hundred spiritual stones."

"It's just miscellaneous information on unofficial history, but you want a hundred spiritual stones? You are such a big talker."

"Hey, you are wrong. This book of mine is not a book with a hundred spiritual stones, but a page with a hundred spiritual stones."

"What! Could it be that this shabby book of yours is a golden book? Is one page worth a hundred spiritual stones?"

"You're wrong again, it's not that one hundred spiritual stones can cover one page of a book, but one hundred spiritual stones can only cover one page of this book."

"Madman, this man is a madman, it's better to stay away from him."

The few monks who inquired about the price dispersed with disdain. The price was so high that they couldn't understand it, which made them think that the stall owner had gone crazy.

Taoist Gao Guan didn't care about being called a madman. He sat there leisurely, looking at the Tower of Ten Thousand Demons with great interest, and murmured something in his mouth: "Record of Anecdotes, Book by a Madman, watch the fun under the tower today, and write it into nine volumes tomorrow night.

Interesting, interesting."

Taoist Gao Guan has a casual and carefree temperament. Although he also has a stall, he is different from everyone else in the small market. He seems to stand out from the crowd, giving people an inexplicable sense of profoundness.

Hong Yixian's ears twitched, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the woods, his eyes falling on Taoist Gao Guan.

First he frowned, then Hong Yixian's eyes suddenly wandered, and he whispered fearfully: "It's him, the book hunter..."

Hong Yixian's voice was so low that even Xiaomian didn't hear it, but someone read his lips and understood what he muttered.

On the other side, in the crowd of the Seven Swords Sect, Ji Guxuan's eyes followed Hong Yixian's eyes to the small square city, and then fell on Taoist Gao Guan.

"The book hunter? Could it be one of the four great strangers?" Ji Guxuan pondered for a moment and then ordered to his sister beside him: "Ayao, sense the Taoist with the high crown in the woods."

Ji Qingyao nodded and used the power of her talent. She quickly knitted her eyebrows and said, "That person is unfathomable and should far surpass the Golden Pill."

"Nascent Soul..." Ji Guxuan hesitated for a moment, walked into Shulinfang City, came to Taoist Gao Guan, and said, "Sir, I bought all these anecdotes."

"Oh? Can you afford a small foundation building?"

"The level of cultivation has nothing to do with financial resources. I am the king of the Wu Kingdom. I have been partial to strange things since I was a child, and I am most interested in strange news in the world."

"It turns out he is an emperor. No wonder he is so generous. I am not selling these anecdotes, but I can only read one page with a hundred spiritual stones."

"Okay, I want to take my time and take a look. I wonder if your husband can go to the Kingdom of Wu as a guest. If you like to compile books, our Kingdom of Wu also has many strange people and things that you can record in the history books."

"Wu Guo, let's talk about it later."

Taoist Gaoguan didn't even get up, and Emperor Wu was no different from an ordinary person in front of him. However, his status as an emperor did help him write anecdotes.

Ji Guxuan's idea is actually very simple, that is, to cling to the strong.

In his opinion, the Seven Swords Sect is destined to decline.

Even if the Seven Swords can be regained, Bai Sang cannot still be the sect leader of the Seven Swords Sect. As a sect leader, even if no one cleans him, his position in the sect will be very embarrassing, and ostracism is inevitable.

When he learned that Taoist Gao Guan might be one of the Four Great Strangers, Ji Guxuan made a quick decision and came to follow him.

He wants to become stronger than Yunji, so he needs someone stronger to guide his cultivation. As for whether the four strange people are good, evil, human or strange, that is not a question that Ji Guxuan considers.

He just wants to become stronger.

Stronger than Yunji.

While Ji Guxuan was thinking about how to persuade Gaoguan Taoist, the figures of people swayed inside the gate of Ten Thousand Demons Tower, and the figures of Jindan great monks stepped out one after another.

Yin Qianhua, Yu Tianchen and others appeared outside the tower one after another.

All the sect leaders were safe and sound, and the elders and disciples of the major sects felt relieved.

Needless to say, the big demon must have been defeated.

The several sect leaders looked at each other after walking out of the tower, and they all saw a kind of pain and helplessness on each other's faces.

This trip to the watchtower almost brought disaster to the six major sects.

A trace of fear emerged in everyone's mind.

Fortunately, they walked out of the Ten Thousand Demons Tower safely. However, before the elders could breathe a sigh of relief, they suddenly heard the sound of pages turning.

The Taoist Taoist priest in the forest raised his hand and the ninth volume of Records of Strange Anecdotes opened automatically without any wind. A mysterious aura emitted from the pages as it turned, forming a force of movement that brought Yin Qianhua, Yu Tianchen and others to the front.

The ability to photograph objects from a distance is not uncommon for practitioners, as long as one has mastered spiritual power, one can do it.

But what this person was photographing was not an object, but the sect masters and great elders of the six first-class sects in the world of cultivation in Hezhou!

With this skill alone, this person's cultivation is far superior to that of the Golden Pill.

Several people felt their eyes blur, and then they appeared in the forest hundreds of feet away from the tower gate, and their expressions all changed.

After Yin Qianhua stabilized her figure, the flying sword in her sleeves was already hovering at her fingertips, ready to take action at any moment. The others had the same thought as her.

Taoist Gao Guan didn't even raise his head, held a wolf hair in his hand, and wrote as he thought about himself.

"During the ten years of watching the tower, the leader of the Jindan Sect successfully broke through the tower and used the power of the Overlord to resist the disaster. Later, he was killed by the listener and fell outside the tower."

"During the ten-year watchtower period, a big demon set up a trap, pretending to be the master of the Seven Swords Sect, and tried to use the method of demon fusion to control the body of the Seven Swords with the body of the golden elixir."

"During the ten years of watching the tower, a Qi practitioner enters the tower. After one day, he becomes a golden elixir. This person possesses strange power and can fight against the great demon."

After a few clicks, the page was quickly filled. Taoist Gao Guan raised his head and looked at Yu Tianchen, Yin Qianhua and others, and said: "There are many strange things happening to the strange people in the watchtower this time. Please tell me what the final outcome will be.

Will the demons or humans win?"

This person's inquiry was accompanied by terrible coercion.

Yin Qianhua and others were so horrified under this pressure that they could not even think of resisting. They did not dare to hide it and told Bai Sang's ending truthfully.

"Faceless actually refined the big demon. That guy really played a good game of chess. Then what is the origin of the newly promoted Jindan Yunji? Do you want to know his background?" Taoist Gao Guan said with great interest.

When asked, Yin Qianhua and others shook their heads.

They only knew that Yunji was a disciple of the Seven Swords Sect, but they really didn't know the details.

"I know."

Ji Guxuan, who had always stood aside, found the opportunity and said: "That Yunji is from a seaside fishing village and lives in our country of Wu. I have known him for a long time. I can tell you in detail what you want to know, sir."

"Yeah, well, I'll just go to your Wu Kingdom Palace. After running around for a few years, it's time to take a rest."

Taoist Gao Guan waved his hand and the nine volumes of records of anecdotes disappeared. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he glanced in the direction of Hong Yixian, and then he took the Ji Guxuan brothers and sisters into the air and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

This man was not interested in Yunji, Bai Sang, or Bawang himself. What he cared about was the course of the incident, not the characters who experienced it.
Chapter completed!