The ground is made of bloody stones that have accumulated for thousands of years. The palace is all red, and the disciples are all red robes. There is a faint blood floating in the air. This blood is very helpful for cultivation. This is the Blood Palace.
Ye Liantian frowned, seemingly worried, and walked quickly into the Grand Commander's Hall.
Zhao Qingli and dozens of people gathered in the hall. The commander-in-chief on the main seat was dressed in a light red robe. He looked thirty years old, had a square face, red and phoenix eyes, and held a pitch-black ghost-headed sword Zhudi in both hands. He never leaves his hand with the sword, and there is no excessive expression on his face at this moment, as if he was not the one who was angry and roaring before.
Song Chongyuan, the Holy Ruins Seven Entering the Void, has occupied the fourth place in the Tianyuan master list of Luanji Mountain for nearly a hundred years. Except for three monsters who practice magic, he has always been ranked first among the masters. It was only nearly a year ago that Ling Monk Zhe arrived and narrowly defeated him by half a move, barely finishing in fifth place. But even so, no one below the third level of Huangji could underestimate him.
Seeing Ye Liantian come in, he asked: "How?"
Ye Liantian bowed his hands and saluted, sighed, and said: "The wizards have not yet prepared the antidote for the ancestors of the Blood King and the seniors of the Holy Market. Miss Song, Ying Ba and Qian Xuance are dying, and there is an unknown feeling in their bodies. The vicious energy is always killing their vitality!”
A group of people in the hall looked ugly when they heard this.
Then Song Chongyuan asked: "How long can Wanxing and Yingba survive?"
Ye Liantian hesitated for a moment and said: "They are both from well-known families, and their bodies and bloodline are comparable. The average person is too powerful, but... he only has a lifespan of more than a year!"
Song Chongyuan tapped the armrest with his index finger and said after a while: "What kind of weird method did Xin Zhuo use? Vicious? ”
He checked Song Wanxing and several people, but he couldn't tell what it was, but he could feel that this true energy was vast, vast, mysterious and impermanent. A trace of it was okay, but if too much entered the body, it would be difficult for a true immortal to come. !
This kind of thing should not appear in a boy who is in the first stage of the Holy King!
Ye Liantian gave a bitter smile: "I don't know, but there has been news from my hometown. Whether Xin Zhuo's special Qi can be used or not depends entirely on his mood. Once used, the injured person will basically be invulnerable. "Save!"
"You haven't done anything with him in the Xiniu Region?" Song Chongyuan asked.
Ye Liantian and Zhao Qingli looked at each other and shook their heads: "At that time, he was still a great sage. He was protected by Buddhism and the Yao family of Sandao Mountain. We can't bully him with his high status. Behind him are the gods. The ruins of the country took action against him, but he used the magic of the alien god Mingzhen!”
Song Chongyuan was silent, and after a moment he said: "This son insulted my Blood Palace and almost killed Miss Song. This revenge must be avenged. However, this son has been hiding in the Snow Palace for the past few months. Is there any way you can kill him?" Lure it out..."
Zhao Qingli hesitated to speak.
Ye Liantian said solemnly: "The commander-in-chief still doesn't know how terrible Xin Zhuo is. In a few years, this person has entered the Holy King from the first realm of the Great Sage. He has broken many taboos and is unparalleled in resourcefulness. If he doesn't want to come out, we will No matter how hard you try, you can't make him surrender. If he If you come out on your own, you must have the confidence to be invincible."
Song Chongyuan smiled lightly: "It's an exaggeration. Even if he is as cunning as a fox, he is still a boy in the first stage of the Saint King."
"Big. Commander!”
At this time, someone from outside suddenly entered in a hurry and bowed his hands: "The Snow Palace has undergone a huge change. Jun Lingxiao, the commander-in-chief of the Snow Palace, and several masters of the Holy King Middle Realm were surrounded and killed by Na Xinzhuo. They ripped out their hearts and lungs. It was terrible to watch.
At this moment, no one in the Snow Palace is afraid of Xin Zhuo!”
Song Chongyuan’s expression finally changed, full of doubts, confusion, and confusion. He and Jun Lingxiao were old friends. He knew this person's methods and tyranny, so how could he be surrounded and killed by that boy Xin Zhuo?
When did the Holy King first level have the ability to kill the masters of the Holy Ruins?
Aren’t the disciples of the Snow Palace under the control of Lord Ling Xiao?
Ye Liantian and Zhao Qingli were instantly terrified. How did Xin Zhuo do it?
Fortunately, the person who reported the report immediately said: "Xin Zhuo seems to be healing the Snow Queen and others!"
Song Chongyuan looked at Ye Liantian and said in surprise: "Xin Zhuo is a martial artist. Doctor?"
Ye Liantian thought for a while and said: "He seems to have practiced under the doctor of Donghua Mingyu"
"Can he cure the Snow King?"
"It's hard to say, but I don't think he is stronger than my 800-year-old witch doctor from the Blood Palace!"
"Well..."
Song Chongyuan was relieved, pondered for a moment, and suddenly asked Said: "It is said that Zhu Yao and Chen Jingzhe from Wushen Valley; Fei Yue, Yuan Miaoyin, Jiang Yong, Jiang Baifei, Zhao Qianyuan, Ying Quren and others from Killing God Sea are all from Xinzhuo?"
Ye Liantian's expression was cryptic: "Yes!"
"It's just the first stage of the Holy King, but the entire Luanji Mountain is an enemy, which is interesting!" Song Chongyuan waved his hand, "Go and inform the Martial God Valley and the Killing God Sea , while Snow Palace Lord Ling Xiao is dead, we can join forces to suppress Snow Palace!”
"Here!"...
The Killing God Sea is really a sea in Luanji Mountain, but this sea is only one foot deep. It is filled with stalagmites, white jade, and source stones. The environment It is very complex.
Eight hundred simple palaces and 6,600 thatched houses are built on these stalagmites. The mist rises like a residence of gods.
Four figures are sitting cross-legged and fishing in a deep lake in the corner of the "Stone Sea". They are obviously disciples of the Killing God Sea, but they never go out on missions. However, whenever a disciple of the Killing God Sea passes by nearby, Everyone stopped to salute to show respect.
Even the commander of the "Killing God Sea" is like this.
Jiang Baifei has a slender physique and fair face without a beard. He could be in his mid-twenties, thirties, or forties. His small eyes are always half-open and half-closed. Occasionally they widen a little wider, just to make a move. In the past few months, no fewer than hundreds of the disciples of the Killing God Sea have been defeated by his single move.
Although he did not show any arrogance, he seemed to exude a pride that ignored anyone from his bones.
The first and last members of the Jiang family in the Three Daoshan Mountains of Donghua Mingyu are both fourth-generation disciples. When Jiang Wen saw him, he also wanted to call him his 19th uncle.
At this moment, he said slowly: "At the beginning, I said that I would go directly to the Snow Palace to kill the sea of gods. The name of this force sounds a bit obscene. It is really boring!"
Zhao Qianyuan, Zhao Tong'er's cousin, the fourth generation from the last generation, shook his head slightly: "The name is just a code name, Killing the Sea of Gods sounds better than a turtle shell, not to mention that there are rules for each place. The three masters of Huangji here have regulations. Fellow sects cannot fight each other, we all went to Xin Zhuo's side, and we were too timid to be surrounded by a group of three holy realms. It would be really boring!
The seven major forces in Luanji Mountain are hostile to each other, and we are in trouble! It’s easier to do it elsewhere, whether it’s killing or capturing alive, no one can say anything.”
Jiang Baifei threw the fishing rod and said, “That’s right, but in fact, we have all been killed. After entering the Laoshizi Tianyuan Ranking, if Xin Zhuo was not a fool, he would have discovered that we were here! As expected, we were hiding in the Snow Palace and couldn't get out. Is it possible that the people in Luanji Mountain are not weak? !”
Ying Quren of the Ying family, Ying Siren’s biological eldest brother, said: “It’s really difficult to do now. If we can unite the seven families and jointly destroy the Snow Palace, it would be interesting. The three masters were all injured."
After saying that, the three of them looked at the stooped old man in the front and said in unison: "Old Jiang, you know Xin Zhuo best, but you are the best. Sound!”
"Squeak."
Jiang Yong turned his back to the three of them and held the fishing rod. He did not look like a master of the Holy Market at all, but more like a fishmonger selling fish in the countryside. Moreover, he said "squeak" very seriously. .
Jiang Baifei and the others had long faces.
Ying Quren said: "Old Jiang, this joke is not funny at all!"
Jiang Yong turned around, with an old face like an eggplant beaten by frost: "I have no idea. I advise you to think of an idea as soon as possible. It’s too late!”
Zhao Qianyuan frowned: "What do you mean?"
Jiang Yong slowly pulled up the fishing rod, threw up a small fry, and said: "To be honest, I can't understand Xin Zhuo. How many times is it clearly a dead end? It happened that he got the best of him; many times it became clear that It's obviously a lucky game, but he insists on playing to death!"
Jiang Baifei frowned and said: "Brother Qi, why do I think what you said is like a fortune teller, what do you want to say this time? Is it a dead end or a living end? ”
Jiang Yong said word by word: "Dead end! There are at least seven or eight Saint Ruins masters in Luanji Mountain who want to kill him! Outside, the Red Emperor and a Huangji Ancestor from the Central Territory are recovering from their injuries. Within ten years, If the injury is a little better, we will enter Luanji Mountain!
Ten years may be half a lifetime for ordinary people, but for warriors, especially those in the Holy King realm, it is like a day. Therefore, even if we cannot kill him or capture him alive, he only has ten years at most. Time.
Yuqing's head is very flexible. He will definitely think of it, but he didn't leave. He didn't leave, so he would naturally have an idea. Once he has an idea, he might be able to kill us. He often does this! "
Jiang Baifei sneered: "What can he do to kill us? Maybe he just has nowhere to go? "
Jiang Yong said: "I don't think so! "
Zhao Qianyuan's eyes widened: "Why don't you think so? Can he defy heaven? How many times can he use his one-time technique? Did God send it to him? Conjured out of thin air? "
Jiang Yong said: "I can think whatever I like! ”
"Forget it, let's break up!"
The four of them stood up together, threw away the fishing rods, and went their separate ways.
Before they could go far, a figure in golden armor appeared in front of him like a ghost, with sword intent surrounding him. It was Fei Yue of Bahuang Mountain. He smiled and said, "Four of you, walk slowly. Xin Zhuo set up a trap to kill Xue in the Snow Palace. Jun Lingxiao, the commander of the palace, invited us to defeat the Snow Palace and hunt down Xin Zhuo."
Jiang Baifei and the other three looked back sharply, with a smile on their faces.
Jiang Yong stroked his beard and sighed softly. (End of chapter)