His name is rarely known, but his deeds flow in the blood of overseas residents.

Overseas islands, the residents of the country have sea water flowing in their blood, and in their memory, the word "Kill Lord" is always engraved.

Perhaps, they have never heard of the word "Jiangzhu", but they have heard the story of the mysterious ancestor countless times since they were young.

The ancient real person at Zuoling level is qualified to meet the Lord of Tribulation and face it personally, so that he can feel the greatness and mystery of the other party.

The Lord of Tribulation is the oldest existence than overseas practitioners and is also recognized as the only pure yang overseas.

All overseas practitioners respect him as their ancestor.

Even the vast sea is endless, the most exciting adventure that all young practitioners hope to get is to see the Lord of the Tribulation.

Anyone who sees the Lord of the Tribulation can receive rewards of varying thickness. If you can get favor, you can also receive "continuous mulberry noodles".

Continuous mulberry noodles are a symbol of identity. There are less than one-tenth of the 10,000 monks in the world of cultivation.

The dead true man Huang Hua, along with Zuo Ling and his party, were all members holding mulberry noodles, and were qualified to seek a meeting with the Lord of the Tribulation.

In the vast sea, Zuoling Zhenren made up his mind and looked at his companions around him.

"Have you decided?"

The other real people nodded silently. If it was related to the Sword Immortal, it would not be an exaggeration to be cautious in any way. They should know the Lord of the Tribulation.

Originally, according to their ideas, it was the most ideal state to find the sword immortal first, capture or kill, and then hand it over to the Lord of Tribulation to reward merits.

But the clues of the Sword Immortal were cut off when they arrived at the heroine country. The military strategists were ill-combined and could no longer interfere.

They were so angry that they could only look for the Lord of the Tribulation, and first, they came to complain, and second, they told the story of the Sword Immortal.

After all, it is extraordinary that these sword immortals can destroy Huang Hua Zhenren. If it takes time, it will definitely become a disaster for the overseas practice world.

"Let's start!"

Zuo Ling Zhenren took out the mask made of bark from the cuffs and put it on his face.

Other real people also took out the same masks from their respective places of hiding things.

After a while, everyone was wearing bark masks, looking at the sky with their eyes, and began to communicate.

"Senior Master of the Tribulation, junior...please see you."

The voices of the crowd were not high, and they dissipated after a few steps in the sea breeze. However, the idea of ​​shouting was twisted into a stream with the help of the bark mask, crossing the long space, floating, and flying to the junction of the sea and sky, somewhere far away to a place that is difficult to reach.

Here, the sea water is stranded and the sky is drooping, and there are signs of merger.

The most eye-catching thing is that a piece of black broken wood broke out of the water diagonally and penetrated into the depths of the sky.

From a distance, this cut-off wood is more magnificent than a mountain, and the layers of skin seem to hide countless spaces.

If you look closely, the texture of these barks is used by the masks worn by Zuoling Zhenren.

Continuously murmur!

The name of this sacred tree is also the place where the overseas ancestors and robbers live.

The sound of Zuoling Zhenren's request for a visit came to the sky above the cut-off wood, triggering a subtle reaction.

"Huhh!"

The gaps in the bark came out, and large winds blew out, making asthma-like sounds.

"Come quickly!"

Countless winds swept through, gathering from all directions, and finally making this grand sound.

at the same time!

In the sea area where Zuoling Zhenren and his party stayed, a large cloud of light appeared instantly, and then disappeared, and then the figures of Zuoling Zhenren and the others were gone.

The next moment, Sosuo, figures appeared one after another in front of the broken wood.

"arrive!"

When Zuo Ling Zhenren opened his eyes, he saw the broken wood running through the heaven and earth in front of him, he felt a sense of worship in his heart.

The real people beside him also bowed one after another, "Welcome to seniors."

"explain!"

Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

It was not the first time that Zuoling Zhenren and the others had paid a visit to the Lord of Tribulation, so they naturally knew the other party's temper.

This lord of disaster never showed up and lived in seclusion in the depths of the mulberry trees. When meeting younger generations, they were all talking across the air.

When talking to him, it is most taboo to be dragged on and off. It is best to be simple and clear, and explain the problem in just a few sentences.

"Master of the Tribulation, Master Huang Hua is dead, and he is suspected to have encountered the Sword Immortal."

"We tracked down the heroine country and the military strategists stopped it."

After saying that, Zuo Ling Zhenren was nervous. He had no evidence whether the murderer was a sword immortal.

However, he is already in a difficult situation. He has to grit his teeth and hold on to the lies he told before.

The fundamental reason why I can pay homage to the Lord of Tribulation is that the other party attaches great importance to the Sword Immortal.

They came to complain, and they were sure that the Lord of the Tribulation hated the Sword Immortal and took the opportunity to give the military a chance to punish them.

"But……"

Zuo Ling Zhenren suddenly thought that the Lord of Tribulation has great magical powers. If he calculated that the murderer was not a sword immortal, how would he end up?

"I'll do it."

The mulberry vibrated twice, and the bark of a hill was flying, and the sound of tearing like a crack in the air sounded.

The next moment, in front of Zuoling Zhenren, cracks appeared on the bark, cracking with extremely mysterious patterns.

Far away thousands of miles away, Fang Dou suddenly shuddered, "Not good!"

Someone was counting him. Fang Dou slapped his forehead, and the yin and yang in the eyebrows were differentiated, and a rotating Tai Chi appeared, and began to block the qi.

He never expected that there were such a powerful figure overseas, no less than the Taoist Pure Yang.

"I was not prepared before and was caught off guard by the other party. If the other party gets a little bit of aura, he will definitely be able to guess clues."

Fang Dou felt heavy, "Next, I can't act in a low-key manner."

...

At the junction of sea and sky, there is no end to mulberry.

Zuoling Zhenren and his party stepped on the water, waiting quietly for the calculation results.

The cracks in the huge bark slowly stretched out like a turtle climb, but unexpectedly Tucson's situation was clicking.

The roar sounded, and the cracks suddenly expanded, instantly breaking the bark.

The bark that broke into two pieces instantly fell from the sky and fell into the sea, splashing waves that were coming to the face.

"this……"

Zuo Ling and others looked at each other. It was obvious that something was wrong. Could it be...

At this time, the Lord of Tribulation spoke.

"It's indeed a sword immortal."

The real people around them exclaimed quietly, and they finally did not make a trip in vain.

But Zuo Ling Zhenren was stunned and couldn't react, and he was confused and glad in his heart.

I said casually, why did it suddenly come true? It was really the sword fairy who started it.

But the words of the Lord of Tribulation immediately made them unable to calm down. "This sword immortal can detect my calculations and interrupt them in the middle. He is not an ordinary person."

"From now on, you must do your best to find out his whereabouts."

The voice of the Lord of the Tribulation became severe, and then a black shadow flew out and kept shaking his head and tail. It was a dark mouse.

"It is called Marshal Xiao, and I can wish you a lot of strength."

Marshal Xiao is arrogant and cares about others. He lowers his head and cleanses his beard.

Zuo Ling Zhenren Po felt it was ridiculous. He dealt with a group of unprecedentedly fierce sword immortals, and what was the point of a mouse?

At most, mice are stealing rice. What can they do?
Chapter completed!