As a genius, I am the weakest in my family?

Xuanxin stood in the snow.

Looking from afar at the battlefield that was like purgatory below the mountain, his gaze fell on the chariot, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

At this time, there were cries of killing at the foot of the mountain, and the battlefield was filled with crisscrossing vitality, with swords and sabers flashing like hemp, blood splattered everywhere, and corpses and fragments all over the ground. In less than half an incense stick of time, Tianpu Mountain had turned into a Shura field.

Although there are only more than 3,000 armored soldiers of the Great Wilderness monks and the Qingliang Mountain cavalry, they are all fearless and brave. They face enemies that are several times their number with swords in hand, and every charge will chop off countless heads.

Although the hunters had no rules and no courage to face death, they had an absolute advantage in numbers. In the wind and snow, many people took the opportunity to fish in troubled waters and joined them. The number of people increased as the fight went on, and even exceeded 20,000.

During every charge by the Dahuang and Qingliangshan cavalry, while they were chopping off the enemy's heads, there would always be a small number of them that were surrounded and hacked into pieces by the hunters who rushed over.

The hunters were like wolves that smelled blood, and they specifically targeted lone monks from the Great Wilderness.

If this continues.

Anyone can see that as one side gains strength while the other loses strength, the cultivators in the Great Wilderness will sooner or later be devoured by them.

But Chen Zhian still did not take action.

The chariot stood quietly on the battlefield, allowing the flashes of swords and shadows of knives to fall on its side. Even though blood was splattered everywhere, even though the heads of the monks of the Great Wilderness rolled in front of the chariot, the chariot remained extremely quiet, as if it was an indifferent bystander.

"Chen Zhian, what are you doing?"

......

Chen Zhian is climbing a mountain.

At this time, he was in the mountain stream, his face as pale as paper, his body covered with snow, and he walked hunched over with a sword case on his back.

He walked very slowly, and every step took up all his strength. The parts of his ears that were not covered by the wind and snow had turned gray without him noticing.

The young man has white hair before he gets old, and he walks hunched over in the wind and snow.

"What a thief!"

Chen Zhian stood halfway up the mountain, looking up at the seemingly endless mountains, with a wry smile on his face.

Who would have thought that his biggest enemy on this battlefield would be this mountain.

I don’t know if God was not confident enough in Tu Su or was too afraid of Chen Zhian, so he blocked the road with wind and snow, preventing him from climbing the mountain.

Every piece of snow and wind that fell on him at this moment was as heavy as a thousand pounds, bending his straight spine.

If it weren't for the seed of the world that seemed real and illusory in the depths of his sea of consciousness, which concealed the secrets for him and protected him from the wind and snow, he would probably have been completely crushed.

What made him feel helpless was that the world seed was, after all, just a mark left by Chen Zhibai in his sea of consciousness. Even though he had absorbed all the luck of the Great Wilderness cultivators in the battlefield, there was still a little bit missing and he was unable to completely block the secrets of heaven for him.

"Chen Zhian, what are you doing?"

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a familiar voice sounded in Chen Zhian's ears.

He stopped.

His eyes turned towards a huge rock.

When he saw the familiar face and the soul fire that was like a bright lamp, he suddenly laughed.

Xiao Wuyou, or Xuan Xin.

Xumi is the number one person in the world, and the only Buddhist disciple of Mount Xumi in this battlefield who has survived two attacks of his sword.

At this time, he was frowning and looking down the mountain.

The soul fire in his body was a little mixed, with a hint of red in the pure gold, like a wick that was about to burn out, or like a spear.

That was Xiao Wuyou's soul fire.

The emperor of the Xiao family of the imperial clan's natal imperial weapon is a spear, but everyone in the Great Wilderness knows that the true inheritance of Emperor Xiao is a soul fire that has been rooted in the sky since the beginning of the world.

When members of the Xiao clan reach the stage of Void Transformation, they will enter the Soul Fire Palace to be burned by the soul fire to temper their souls. Only those who can endure the pain of tempering their souls will have the opportunity to receive the soul seed into their bodies and become the emperor's sons.

Xiao Wuyou is not of the direct descendant of the imperial family, and her imperial blood is rare, but she defeated a group of geniuses in the family to become the emperor's daughter, and even became one of the three emperors of the Great Wilderness. This is because she successfully guided the soul seed into her body in the Soul Fire Palace.

But now her soul fire has gradually gone out, leaving only a wisp of soul still burning.

When in Beiyuan, Chen Zhian killed thirteen of Xuanxin's incarnations with one sword, but due to the interference of the thief Laotian, he could not track down the whereabouts of Xuanxin's real body.

I thought Xuan Xin might have escaped from the battlefield, but I didn't expect that he would rely on Xiao Wuyou.

Chen Zhian's laughter grew louder and louder, but his pale face was filled with mockery and helplessness.

God’s will is unpredictable and fate plays tricks on us.

Who would have thought that the last missing piece of the puzzle for luck was actually in this mountain.

He rescued Xiao Wuyou in Dongye Lake and accidentally sent Xuanxin to Tianpu Mountain. Then Xuanxin revealed Xue Yiren's plan, causing Tu Su to wake up early and kill everyone in sight.

And just when Chen Zhian was climbing the mountain.

Because of Xiao Wuyou, Xuanxin did not choose to escape to Tianpu Mountain or stand on the top of the mountain with Tu Su. Instead, he carried Xue Yiren on his back and hid in the mountain, completing the last piece of the puzzle for Chen Zhian.

The sword case made a crisp sound.

Chen Zhian's hunched body straightened slowly, and the snow that fell on his body fell off due to his shaking, revealing his gray hair and the candle in his hand.

"Prince Chenliu..."

Xuan Xin looked at the candle in Chen Zhian's hand, his face changed slightly and he said, "Prince Chenliu, what are you going to do? I am Xiao Wuyou!"

Chen Zhian looked at Xuanxin, his cracked lips slowly opened, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Wuyou, I need luck."

"Prince Chenliu, what do you mean?"

Xuan Xin took a step back calmly, feeling fear, excitement, and some inexplicable sadness in his heart.

He could feel that Chen Zhian was in a very bad condition at the moment. He had white hair, a hunched back, and the lapels between his chest and abdomen were soaked with blood. It was obvious that he was at the end of his rope, as if this insignificant snowstorm could crush him.

opportunity!

Golden opportunity.

With just a slight move, he could kill Chen Zhian and immediately replace Tu Su and become the true destiny of this battlefield.

Just wait for Shenxiu to break through and kill him. Then he will become the darling of both Xumi and Zhulu. His future path will be smooth, and he can become a Buddha and an emperor, and a great path is expected.

But the fear Chen Zhian gave him was too deep.

Even though Chen Zhian was already at the end of his rope, the candle burning with white flames still made him feel a little uneasy.

Just to become a Buddha.

What's the danger?

The hands behind his back quietly formed seals, and a golden wheel like a bright moon emitting vast Buddhist light rose up instantly. Where the Buddhist light shone, the wind and snow dissipated, golden lotus emerged from the ground, and a Buddhist kingdom descended to suppress Chen Zhian.

Chen Zhian stood in the Buddhist temple holding a sword, his eyes still looking at Xuanxin, as if he did not feel the overwhelming pressure. He just whispered: "Sorry, I need luck..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sword light appeared.

The sword flashes like the wind.

It brushed past 'Xiao Wuyou', brushed past the bright moon, brushed past the Buddhist kingdom, and finally fell on Tianpu Mountain.

After the sword flashed.

In Xiao Wuyou's sea of consciousness, the golden Yin God in his heart instantly shattered into pieces, revealing the wick inside that was like a candle in the wind. Then the bright moon disappeared like a mirage, and then there was the Buddha Kingdom.

everything.

They were all annihilated in this sword.

Xuanxin looked at Chen Zhian blankly.

Chen Zhian's previous sword was not fast. Compared with the sword on Beiyuan, it was like a candle flame against the bright moon. He could obviously avoid it, but he hesitated!

Although there was only a moment of hesitation, it was enough for Chen Zhian to kill him.

It was enough to make all his plans fail and be chopped into nothingness by the sword light.

He opened his lips with difficulty, the light in Xuan Xin's eyes slowly faded, and he said hoarsely: "Is it... Xiao Wuyou?"

"farewell!"

Chen Zhian sheathed his sword and whispered.

Xiao Wuyou raised his head, looked at Chen Zhian and opened his lips slightly: "Thank you!"

Then she slowly fell down in the snow.