Chapter 310 Confronting the Young Master of the Death Palace
Huangquan Hall!
Jun Fuce, the son of the Ghost Lord, issued a convening order and held a symposium.
Huangquan Hall is an extremely majestic open-air hall built on the side of a giant peak.
It is surrounded by bottomless cliffs on three sides, and on the west side, there is an arched stone bridge.
On the stone bridge, the clouds and mist are lingering, giving people the feeling of leading to the netherworld. .??.??
As the morning approached, people came to the Huangquan Hall one after another.
Some are elders of sects, and some are hall masters. Without exception, these people all hold considerable power in their hands.
"Elder Heilu, you are here!"
"Hall Master Lin Rui, you are here too!"
"Yes! Early this morning, we all received an urgent notice from His Highness Ce, saying that a high-level meeting was to be held. I rushed over immediately."
"Elder Heilu, do you know what happened?"
"I don't know, but I heard that something happened in Shengmen yesterday."
"whats the matter?"
"The direct disciple of the Master of the Shengmen has been deposed."
"Oh? Who is so bold?"
"His Highness Ce is someone who cripples people."
"Hiss!" The other party took a breath of cold air, and his voice suddenly became much softer. "Has His Highness Ce's martial arts recovered?"
"No! The power of withered blood is overbearing and weird. Apart from the "Underworld Dafa", there is no way to resolve it."
"His Royal Highness Na Ce actually dares to destroy the disciple of the Master of Shengmen?"
"..."
In the Huangquan Hall, many high-level elders were whispering. When talking about certain things, some people even shook their heads.
At this moment, two figures blocked the Huangquan Hall one after another.
One person was wearing a long black dress and had a tall and slender figure. Although his face was half-masked, his pair of phoenix eyes showed his majesty.
The other person has long, disheveled hair and is stern and extraordinary, especially the claw-shaped tattoo at the corner of his right eye, which makes people feel an invisible edge.
"See the priest!"
"Meet the Lord of the Military Pavilion!"
"..."
The communication in the Huangquan Hall was immediately interrupted, and all the senior officials saluted the two of them.
The visitors were Luoyan Yujin and Li Jianwuchang. As the leaders of "Jihe" and "Bingge", their status was extraordinary.
"You don't have to be polite!" Luoyan Yujin said calmly.
"Thank you priest!"
"Excuse me, priest, why is the meeting held today?" A hall leader came forward and asked.
Others also showed curiosity.
Luoyan Yujin said, "Don't worry, you will understand when Prince Ce comes."
Just as Luo Yan Yujin finished speaking, a loud voice came from the Huangquan Hall.
came from behind...
"His Royal Highness Ce, here!"
Everyone's hearts moved slightly, and their eyes all turned in the same direction.
Immediately, under the protection of several knife-wielding guards, a young figure with an imposing manner and extraordinary appearance slowly walked up to the top of the hall.
The opponent's face was a little pale, and his breath was a little weak, but the majesty of the tiger revealed between his brows was still strong.
"See Your Highness!"
Everyone saluted together.
Jun Fuce sat down on a throne. He coughed twice and immediately replied, "Excuse me, elders!"
Although Jun Fuce is the son of Guizun and the orthodox heir, most of the high-ranking people present here are very senior figures. He calls him "elder", which can't help but give people a sense of humility.
"Thank you, Your Highness!"
Everyone answered in unison.
Jun Fuce glanced at the main hall and asked, "Master Helian, is there also Hall Master Mo who hasn't arrived yet?"
Everyone looked around each other. Neither Heliancheng, the leader of the Life Sect, nor Mo Tianzhuo, the leader of the Death Palace, could be seen.
Someone angrily cursed, "Humph, these two are really becoming more and more lawless."
"That's right, His Highness is still waiting for them."
"Maybe there's something that delayed me."
"..."
Some expressed dissatisfaction, while others defended He Liancheng and Mo Tianzhuo.
Li Jian Wuchang and Luo Yan Yujin looked at each other, but the two did not speak.
To be honest, Luo Yan Yujin had become accustomed to the unreasonable behavior of He Liancheng and Mo Tianzhuo.
Jun Fuce spoke again, "Since they have something to do, we won't wait any longer. Please take your seats!"
Jun Fuce raised his hand slightly and motioned for everyone to take their seats.
There were more than twenty chairs placed on both sides of the hall, and everyone was seated according to their status.
"Today I am looking for all the elders to come here for an important matter..." Jun Fuce looked at the people in front of him, "The position of the Lord of the Underworld Sect has been vacant for too long. I want to decide on a new 'Ghost Lord' as soon as possible."
, I wonder what you guys think?"
As soon as these words came out, whispers continued.
Many people were whispering to each other and discussing in low voices.
Luoyan Yujin and Li Jianwuchang sat in front of Jun Fuce on either side, neither of them speaking.
At this moment, a sound like thunder came from above the Huangquan Hall...
"In your opinion, His Highness Yice, who should take the position of the new Ghost Lord?"
"Bang!"
When the voice fell, the sky descended
Under the powerful air current, a figure fell from the sky and fell directly into the center of the hall.
"Wow!"
A powerful aura swept across all directions. The person who came was dressed in a black luxurious robe and a dark hair crown. His eyebrows were slanted into his hair, creating an invisible pressure that suppressed the entire audience.
The person who came was none other than the Lord of the Palace of Death, Mo Tianzhuo!
"Hmph, Palace Master Mo, what do you mean by this?" An elder from the Huangquan Sect stood up, pointed at Mo Tianzhuo and said, "His Royal Highness Ce is the orthodox successor of the Guizun lineage. Apart from him, who else
Can you still take over the position of Ghost Lord?"
"What Elder Ma said is absolutely true." ??
"Yes, of course the son of the Ghost Lord takes over the Huangquan Gate."
"..."
Some people agreed, but many more remained silent.
Mo Tianzhuo looked directly at Jun Fuce above the main hall. There was no respect in his eyes that a minister should have.
"But I'm worried that His Highness Ce is in ill health and won't have the extra energy to manage the Huangquan Sect!"
"Wow!"
The airflow on the field intensified, and Mo Tianzhuo's eyes were like a giant dragon above the clouds, overlooking the fierce tiger Jun Fuce.
Many senior elders of Huangquan Sect were also suppressed by Mo Tianzhuo's aura and did not dare to speak.
Jun Fuce's eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help clenching his fists.
However, Jun Fuce then showed a calm smile, "In this symposium, anyone can speak freely, no matter what kind of opinions they have, they can put forward... Apart from Hall Master Mo who is worried about my health, who else is worried about my health?"
Any other ideas?”
"Hahahaha..." Suddenly, a burst of majestic laughter came from the arch bridge on the west side of Huangquan Hall. "I also think what Hall Master Mo said is reasonable. Your Highness Ce is so weak that it is really difficult to continue to work on Huangquan."
It’s all about the big and small things.”
"Wow!"
A powerful aura that was not much weaker than Mo Tianzhuo poured into the field. You didn't need to think about it to know that the person coming was the leader of the Sheng Sect, Helian City!
Nervous! Nervous!
The atmosphere in the Underworld Hall suddenly became infinitely tense, and the Ghost Lord lineage suddenly faced the double pressure of the Life Gate and the Death Hall.
…
at the same time!
At the entrance of the valley blocked by fog, a man in black stood in a pavilion outside the valley.
The man in black is none other than the young master of the Palace of Death, the current number one genius of the Huangquan Sect, Mo Kun!
"Shuashuashua..."
Suddenly, a dozen killers in black appeared behind Mo Kun.
The leader knelt down on one knee and said, "Young Master, as expected, Mingwei Qingluo and the four guardians of Jihe have entered the Blood Tomb..."
"Haha..." There was a hint of joking in the corner of Mo Kun's mouth, "Luoyan Yujin, your plan is too much."
It’s so obvious. On the surface, you held a ‘Four Ministries Conference’ to attract the attention of various ministries in the Huangquan Sect, but in fact, you asked Mingwei Qingluo to go to the Blood Tomb to find shelter... Have your methods reached this low level?”
After saying that, Mo Kun looked towards the mist-shrouded valley ahead, with a cruel smile on his face.
"The Ghost Lord lineage will lose another heir!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Mo Kun immediately led a group of Death Palace masters into the mist-shrouded valley.
The mist surged, and a huge stone gate loomed in the valley.
On both sides of the stone gate, the words "Blood Tomb Forbidden Area, no strangers allowed" are clearly engraved.
…
The sky is dark and covered with dark clouds!
Mo Kun and his party drove the monster beasts into the Blood Tomb.
The monster mounts have bodies like tigers and wolves, with ferocious heads, exposed fangs, and green flames burning all over their bodies. They have huge skeletons, and the proportion of bones exceeds that of flesh and blood.
On the way to the Blood Tomb, there are ancient stone cities.
Those stone cities have been abandoned.
Outside the city, monsters and human remains can be seen everywhere.
Just when Mo Kun and his party entered an abandoned city, an altar built in the center of the square appeared in front of everyone.
That altar has existed for a long time, and many of the runes and secrets depicted on it are blurred.
On both sides of the altar stand broken stone statues.
Some stone statues are missing limbs, and some are missing heads, but even so, this place still exudes a mysterious atmosphere.
Mo Kun and others stopped under the altar.
Because at this moment, a young figure stood above the altar. The figure was elegant and noble, with a white robe that danced lightly in the wind.
When Mo Kun and others arrived, the other party slowly opened his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time, young master of the Palace of Death!"
"Huh?" Mo Kun's eyes were cold. Looking at the strange figure in front of him, he smiled coldly, "Are you the person Luoyan Yujin brought back?"
Xiao Nuo nodded slightly, "I'm...Xiao Wuhen!"
"I don't want to know the name of the dead person..." Mo Kun's eyes were cold and his words were even colder.
"Dead person?"
"Where's Mingwei Qingluo?"
"I think she should be arriving at the Blood Tomb soon!"
"Hmph..." Mo Kun's face was full of contempt, "Luoyan Yujin asked you to go to the Blood Tomb, just to push you to a dead end. Today... none of you can survive!"
Xiao Nuo raised his eyes lightly and said calmly, "Have you ever thought, Young Hall Master, that part of this plan is to... kill you?"