Chapter 352: Peeping into the Heart

Thinking of this, perhaps because of the intense emotional fluctuations in his heart, Zhou Ming's throat became hot, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person fell to the ground.

The people below the stage were shocked when they saw this.

Seeing this, the monk surnamed Wen scanned Zhou Ming with his spiritual sense, and after finding that he was still breathing, he closed his eyes again to rest.

The competition on the Zhige stage cannot be stopped unless one side admits defeat or dies.

And Gu Changhuan saw Zhou Ming like this, and came in front of him after a few flashes.

At this time, black blood had begun to flow out of Zhou Ming's seven orifices.

Gu Changhuan looked at him, and saw that he waved his hand, and thick black air gushed out of the small flag, wrapping Gu Changhuan, Zhou Ming, and the two spirit beasts.

In the black air, Gu Changhuan looked at Zhou Ming, whose face was purple and lips were black, and stretched out his finger in the direction of Zhou Ming, and a simple golden bell suddenly formed, covering Zhou Ming in it.

Zhou Ming, who was in a state of confusion and had a black vision, noticed Gu Changhuan's approach. He wanted to support the protective aura, but found that he could not mobilize the true essence in his body at all. He could not help but feel terrified.

However, Gu Changhuan did not intend to attack him.

He called Qing Tu over, touched the fox's tail, and ordered Qing Tu to check Zhou Ming's memory.

The purpose of his battle with Zhou Ming today was to kill him legitimately, but also to investigate the person behind Zhou Ming.

This matter might be difficult for other cultivators. After all, Zhou Ming was already a master in the late Purple Mansion, and the Questioning Heart Talisman had no effect on him. However, for Qing Tu, who had the ability to read minds, this was a piece of cake.

Qing Tu, who received the order, stood in front of Zhou Ming. He looked at Zhou Ming, who was babbling and cursing Gu Changhuan. A green light flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, Zhou Ming seemed to have lost his mind. He could no longer make an expression or utter a word. Tianlai Novel Network

At this time, the people outside the black gas were confused, but they saw that the monk surnamed Wen did not announce the end of the competition. They thought that Gu Changhuan and Zhou Ming were still fighting in the black gas, right?

However, no one noticed that beside the crowd, a purple mansion cultivator in a blue robe frowned at the black gas on the Zhige platform.

"This Zhou Ming is such a waste! He was beaten by an alchemist in the early stage of the purple mansion!"

He cursed in an almost inaudible voice.

However, he did not think that Zhou Ming would be defeated by Gu Changhuan like this. After all, Zhou Ming had many trump cards. In fact, in order to be foolproof, he also gave Zhou Ming a talisman.

Although the talisman had been used several times, once it was activated, it would not be a problem to kill Gu Changhuan.

Thinking so, the man suppressed his excitement.

However, time passed little by little, and the black gas was never broken.

Just when everyone was getting impatient, under the stage, the monk surnamed Wen opened his eyes. At the same time, the black tower demon bear in the water ball lost its breath, and the black air on the stage dissipated. Everyone stretched their necks and looked at the stage.

Gu Changhuan was holding Zhou Ming's storage bag, and Zhou Ming fell in a pool of blood, already dead. He opened his eyes and opened his mouth, his face was bloody, and he looked like he was dying.

The blue-robed monk saw this, snorted coldly, and turned away without hesitation.

Gu Changhuan put away Zhou Ming's storage bag and bowed to the monk surnamed Wen in the audience:

"Thank you for your help, Fellow Daoist Wen."

The monk surnamed Wen looked at Gu Changhuan and removed the formation with a calm expression. He went on stage and announced the result of the competition:

"Fellow Daoist Gu wins this competition."

The formation was dissipated, and everyone's consciousness swept over Zhou Ming. After confirming that he was really dead, they all looked at Gu Changhuan with amazement and respect.

With the cultivation of the early Purple Mansion, he faced a master of the late Purple Mansion. Not only did he suppress the opponent, but he also succeeded in killing the opponent. Although the two spirit beasts also contributed a lot, Gu Changhuan's strength is also unquestionable.

Although the temperaments of the cultivators in the world of immortal cultivation are different, respecting the strong... no, respecting the strong is the principle that all cultivators abide by.

Gu Changhuan stood on the stage, his face was not too happy. He glanced at everyone, then frowned slightly, feeling a little disappointed.

At this time, Wanbao Taoist, Chen Duojin and An Ling came over.

Seeing this, Gu Changhuan bowed to the monk surnamed Wen, handed him a bag of spirit stones, and burned Zhou Ming clean with a fireball. Then he waved his hand again, collected the body of the Black Tower Demon Bear, and jumped off the Zhige Platform.

Fighting on the Zhige Platform is not free. After all, it is necessary to activate the fourth-level formation for protection, and the Purple Mansion period monks fighting on the Zhige Platform need to pay 5,000 spirit stones. Generally, this fee is paid by the loser. Now, Zhou Ming, as the loser, has become a dead man, so this fee can only be paid by Gu Changhuan.

The monk surnamed Wen took the spirit stone and saw that Gu Changhuan did not forget to deal with Zhou Ming's body before leaving the stage. He actually smiled and then left the Zhige Platform. It seems that he does not want to communicate with several fellow disciples in the audience.

On the other side, Wanbao Taoist and the other three saw Gu Changhuan step down from the stage and began to praise him.

"Brother Gu is really amazing! He can actually kill a cultivator in the late Purple Mansion stage!" said Wanbao Taoist.

"I really didn't expect that Daoist Gu is not only gifted in alchemy, but also so experienced in fighting. I really feel inferior to him!" Chen Duojin smiled.

An Ling also smiled and looked at Gu Changhuan:

"If I had known that Daoist Gu was not an ordinary person, today's fight would have been really exciting to watch. The thunder magic that Daoist Gu performed also opened my eyes.

In the future, if anyone says that alchemists are not good at fighting, I will be the first to deny it."

An Ling, who was wearing casual clothes, changed his rigid and serious face and smiled and talked to Gu Changhuan, looking very approachable.

Gu Changhuan smiled and said politely:

"I just took advantage of the sharpness of the magic weapon;

And everyone knows that I am a cultivator with five spiritual roots. My spiritual roots are broad, and my true essence is deeper than that of the cultivators of the same level. I also happened to learn a powerful secret technique. If not, it is really hard to say whether I can win."

Hearing Gu Changhuan's words, the three smiled, exchanged a few polite words, and then changed the topic very tactfully.

During this period, Gu Changhuan also expressed his gratitude to Wanbao Taoist and An Ling, and conveyed his goodwill very directly.

The four people stood together, and the other purple mansion cultivators wanted to come up and talk, but they couldn't find a reason for a while, so they had to regret it.

After more than half an hour, Gu Changhuan did not go back to Gu's Xianyuan Grocery Store, but went back to his residence directly.

After Gu Changhuan returned to his room, he waved his hand and activated the ban.

Then he frowned and sat on the futon, and began to recall the whole thing.

He sat motionless on the mat, thinking for a long time, and suddenly sighed.