Chapter 1165. What happened to the monks in the lower realm?
Keng!
The Taiqing flying sword turned back and fell into the scabbard on the waist of the young man in green.
"It's a really good military formation..."
Jiang Ding stepped out of the small world wall in one step, put his hand on the hilt of his sword, and looked at the millions of thunder troops and generals with a serious look: "Okay, that's good, fellow Taoist, your strength is really too weak. , as weak as an ant, making people drowsy and unable to find any fun.”
"This military formation is good, very good."
The endless sword pressure around him spreads out in all directions. The sword meaning of lava, earth, rocks, mountains and rivers is the earth, the spring, summer, autumn and winter wind, rain and thunder and lightning are the flow, and the sword meaning of the space crystal wall, thunder and lightning and sky is the void.
In the center of the sky, a bright sun hangs high in the sky, spreading endless brilliance in all directions, spreading the will to break laws, ban laws, distortion, and destruction, making people suffocating.
This kendo world is so lifelike, with mountains, rivers, land, rivers, clouds and sky, every flower, every grass, every tree, surging rivers, long stretches of yellow sand, huge waves of the ocean... everything is present in every detail, without any traces. Anything that is not real.
This ultimate reality vaguely contains a terrifying power that is incomprehensible.
"Four Realms! Immortal Sword Cultivator!"
The Heavenly Lord Shenxiao among the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals of the Thunder Department, and the Heavenly Lord Red Ghost in the Demonic Blood Lake were shaken and blurted out, with a look of fear on their faces.
As expected of monks from the upper world, they all know what is good.
The Four Realms of Sword Dao, Immortal Sword Cultivation!
This kind of monk is a monarch among the monks of the same level. At the peak of his divine transformation, he can compete with the quasi-refining monks who have the power of order, and fight against the power of order with immortality!
Coupled with the sword cultivator's consistent madness, killing, and bloodthirsty, the Four Realm Immortal Sword Cultivator is also a prestigious existence in the upper world. It is rare to see it for thousands of years. Every time it appears, it will bring a bloody storm to the place, and it specifically targets powerful people. That's very scary.
This kind of person, in the end, either died in the suppression of higher-level monks or was promoted to refining, without exception.
The arrogance and anger on Shenxiao Tianjun's face had to be restrained.
Fa Xiu has always been realistic and rational. After discovering that the enemy was not weak, he immediately adjusted his response plan with a smile on his face.
"Fellow Taoist, I wonder where you come from?"
Lord Shenxiao cupped his hands and asked.
Based on his own experience, he inferred that such a strong person should not be born in a remote world with insufficient conditions in all aspects. He subconsciously believed that he was also born in the upper world and was conquered by some sect first.
"I'm from Tushan Zhongting."
"Fellow Taoist,"
Jiang Ding showed a friendly smile and did not refuse to communicate with the upper realm monks: "I wonder where the Nine Heavens God Lei Zhenzong came from? And where did this fellow Taoist here come from?"
He looked at a monk in the demon blood lake with a huge black horn on his head. His skin was black and rotten, and he looked like a zombie.
This man looks like a monster, but he is actually human.
It is not surprising that many demonic sects practice techniques that are more demonic than demons and more ghostly than ghosts.
The horned zombie didn't answer anything, but looked coldly at the young man in green in the world of swordsmanship. His consciousness spread out, scanning and probing, trying to parse out something useful.
"This is fellow Taoist Blood Zombie."
Not to mention the horned zombies, the Divine Sky Lord was happy to do it for him, and said with a smile: "Fellow Blood Zombie was born in the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain, adjacent to the Jiuxiao Divine Thunder Zhen Sect. He has always been a bad neighbor and has killed countless people. He likes to use people to practice as monks. They peel off the skin, remove the bones, draw the blood and eat the flesh, which can be said to be full of evil.”
"If fellow Taoist monks want to do justice for heaven and collect some merits, fellow Taoist monk Xuezhi will definitely not be wronged."
But he still didn't say where his sect came from.
In his heart, he had already begun to regret that he had spoken out the name of his sect so directly at the beginning. This suddenly turned him from the dark to the open, which was very disadvantageous.
In fact, this lower realm has been controlled by the sect for hundreds of thousands of years. Except for losing contact for tens of thousands of years, it has always been like the sect's back garden. It is difficult for people to be wary. Instead, they are competing with the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain for priority. The machine is more important, the natives are just some grass and trees that need to be cleared away.
However, it doesn't matter, since the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Zhen Sect has turned from darkness to light, the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain will also accompany it.
The horned zombie looked at Shenxiao Tianjun with cold eyes.
"Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Zhenzong...Blood Lake Corpse Mountain..."
Jiang Ding thought about these two names. Now that he has had close contact and fought, many things can be explained clearly.
This small thousand world, before big changes occurred in the past, was jointly ruled by these two upper realm sects, or ruled alternately. Blood River Sect and Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sect were the two upper realm sects. The lower court, slaves, blood food... or accepting the genius monks from the lower world as disciples, etc. are all possible, and it is related to the policies within their respective sects.
‘Tushan Atrium…’
While Jiang Ding was thinking about it, Lord Shenxiao and Lord Xuezhi were also thinking about this name. They found nothing and had never heard of it.
This is not surprising.
The upper realm is so vast that if it weren't for the legendary Immortal Sect standing at the pinnacle of the sea of stars, no one could know the names of all the sects.
The hearts of the two heavenly kings from the upper realm moved at the same time, and their spiritual consciousness spread to the distance and fell on the three indigenous heavenly kings.
……
"I have met three fellow Taoists."
The phantom of Shenxiao Tianjun appeared in front of Shuoyang Tianjun and the three of them, with an apologetic smile on his face: "I was in a hurry because I was busy with important matters. Please bear with me if I am rude."
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He seemed polite.
There is no indifference at all in treating the creatures in the lower world as ants and weeds.
This is the value of united front fighting.
Even if it is not these three people who are fighting, it is even possible that these three god-transformation monks are the enemies of that world lord, otherwise they would not be driven out of the Xiaoqian World, let alone introduce outside enemies to their hometown.
Even the enemies of that realm lord instantly gained great value.
"Don't dare."
"I am extremely grateful for your favor, Your Majesty..."
Shuoyang Tianjun and the others burst into tears of gratitude, their postures reaching an extremely low level.
A cloud of blood fell from the sky, which was the shadow of the monk's body with blood-stiffened horns. He didn't waste any time and slapped it.
boom!
A rotten giant palm that reached the sky fell from the sky, more than dozens of miles wide, like a giant palm of a demon. It contained heavy pressure and terrifying power. The space was about to freeze. There were countless dark and vicious curses mixed in the palm. For a moment, If it is revealed, the cultivator of the Transformation God can be killed.
Bright light, Xi Ping'an turned a blind eye.
"Sir, I'm offended."
Shuoyang Tianjun was helpless.
He took a step forward, raised his hand and pointed a finger, and a ray of golden light bloomed in his finger.
It was obviously just a ray of golden light, but it seemed to contain countless threads of cause and effect, converging at one point. It was extremely fierce and sharp, sharper than the swords of more than 90% of the sword masters in the world.
This is Dharma Cultivation, a Dharma Cultivation with dozens or hundreds of times more monks than Sword Cultivation, and it never lacks terrifying means.
laugh!
The pupils of Xuezhi Tianjun and Shenxiao Tianjun both shrank, feeling inexplicable horror in their hearts.
This ray of golden light easily penetrated the huge rotten palm of the Xuezhi Tianjun, which was dozens of miles wide.
It was obviously just a ray of golden light, but it killed and wiped out all the cold curses in an instant, and its power was unbelievably terrifying.
This person clearly looks like a prodigal dog.
He was unremarkable, extremely depressed, just an ordinary monk with a low status.
This is where Shenxiao Tianjun and Xuezhi Tianjun are horrified.
What happened in this sect's small world, the back garden, during these tens of thousands of years, so that any god-transforming heavenly king could possess such terrifying strength?
(End of chapter)