Chapter 228: The Slaughtering Soldier Comes to the Door
"Elder Kong, I give you ten magic weapons for killing. Are you sure you can get the sword back?"
After dealing with the old man of the Dragon Tribe, the leader of the Blood God Sect turned to Elder Kong beside him and asked.
"Master, please rest assured that a mere sword cultivator from the Lunhai Secret Realm, no matter how fast he practices, cannot reach the Xiantai Secret Realm. My subordinates will definitely bring back the black gold sword with dragon patterns on him."
Elder Kong from the Immortal 2nd Ninth Level said very confidently. In his opinion, Zhuang Jiutian is just a turtle in a urn, a dish on the plate. No matter how powerful Zhuang Jiutian is, he can't escape from his Wuzhishan.
But the leader of the Blood God Sect didn't think so. He shook his head and said, "Don't underestimate those geniuses. Ten years is enough for them to improve their cultivation to the level of Sendai or even the Great Power."
Then the leader of the Blood God Sect turned to Hall Master Li and asked, "Hall Master Li, do you know where the Sword Valley is?"
"Leader, this green dragon is very strong. When his subordinate used the art of concentrating on the gods just now, he destroyed the memory of the past two hundred years." Hall Master Li's expression changed. He did not read from the sea of consciousness of the old man of the dragon clan.
Get any news about Sword Valley.
"What a waste." The leader of the Blood God Cult immediately cursed.
"Master, please rest assured that the original ruins are not that big. Even if my subordinates search inch by inch, they are sure to find the location of the Sword Valley." Elder Kong said immediately.
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"So be it."
After the leader of the Blood God Sect finished speaking, he was enveloped in a cloud of blood.
When the blood cloud dispersed, his figure was nowhere to be seen and disappeared without a trace.
"Hall Master Li, if you screw up again this time, don't blame me for being unkind." Elder Kong said gloomily.
"Elder Kong, you'd better do your own thing. The leader has given you ten magic weapons to kill. If you can't find that boy, then don't ask Li for help." Hall Master Li said no.
Replied yin and yang.
"Haha, Hall Master Li should check your men carefully. If you can produce one Commander Tong, you may not be able to produce a second one. If the leader hadn't come in person this time, he might have suppressed Commander Tong who turned into a blood demon.
I'm afraid that the chaos caused by your men is enough for you, Hall Master Li, to walk away without a meal."
Elder Kong obviously doesn't get along well with Hall Master Li.
"Hmph!" Hall Master Li just snorted coldly and left with the old man from the Dragon Clan who had recovered his body.
Elder Kong, on the other hand, looked at the ten killer weapons left behind by the leader of the Blood God Sect, as if observing a peerless beauty, with a trace of greed in his eyes.
However, he soon suppressed his greed in his heart.
Only the leader of the Blood God Cult can refine the killing weapon and turn it into a controlled humanoid weapon.
Although other people in the sect have also practiced the Blood Demon Technique and can create divine killing weapons, only the leader of the cult knows how to control the divine killing weapons.
Soon, Elder Kong left the Ten Thousand Demons Mountains with ten killer weapons.
After staying in the mortal city for a night, he led dozens of men and rushed towards the original ruins.
As soon as he arrived at the original ruins, Elder Kong felt a strong aura of thunder and calamity.
It was as if someone had survived an extremely huge thunderstorm in the original ruins.
"Everyone, look for them separately." Elder Kong immediately ordered.
The disciples who followed flew in different directions.
Soon, a disciple came back to report: "Elder, something strange happened in the primitive ruins. There was a huge thunder disaster that lasted for more than a month."
"Are you sure it's a thunderstorm, not a thunderstorm?" Elder Kong's face changed slightly and he said.
"My subordinates searched the souls of different monsters and got the same result. The thunder dragon roared in mourning, which lasted for more than a month."
"The thunder tribulation actually lasted for a month. How is this possible?" Elder Kong said in a low voice.
"Elder, tell me, could it be the person we are looking for who is going through the tribulation?" the disciple said cautiously.
"This is impossible. I can't do it even if I survive the tribulation for a month continuously, let alone a mere cultivator of the Lunhai Secret Realm." Elder Kong directly denied the disciple's speculation.
"But ten years have passed, that person's cultivation must have increased a lot." The disciple said.
"Is ten years a long time? A person in his twenties has just cultivated to the other side. He cannot be a genius. In ten years, I am afraid that he has not cultivated to the perfect level in the secret realm of the Dao Palace." Elder Kong did not believe Zhuang at all.
Jiutianhui is that kind of peerless talent.
The geniuses who were once famous among the ancient stars had to practice for twenty or thirty years before they could reach the secret realm of Immortal Stage.
Elder Kong didn't believe a word of the so-called saying that after twenty or thirty years of practice, someone could be as powerful as a powerful person.
Even if this inference was said by their leader.
You know, he practiced for more than three hundred years before he could reach the level of Immortal 2nd Ninth Level.
It took him 180 years to cultivate from Lunhai Secret Realm to Xianyi.
Even after joining the Blood God Cult and obtaining the powerful Blood God Dharma, it still took decades to reach the current level.
He simply did not believe that someone could accomplish what he had done for dozens or hundreds of years in just ten or twenty years.
As far as he knew, the Holy Son of the Shaking Light Holy Land had practiced for more than thirty years before he could reach the powerful level of the Immortal Stage Secret Realm.
The disciple had nothing to say.
Because he has never heard of anyone who can reach the secret realm of Xiantai after practicing for ten or twenty years.
"Elder, if it weren't for that person, there must be a master cultivating in the original ruins."
"I, the elder, have the killing magic weapon given by the leader to protect myself. There is no need to be afraid of the so-called masters." Elder Kong seemed to be cheering himself up.
But the disciple's heart was filled with tears. There was no killing magic weapon around them to protect them.
Soon, Elder Kong seemed to have thought of something and released Captain Tong and ordered: "Find someone."
The blood clouds on the face of Captain Tong turned into a dog's nose, and he began to follow the instructions to find the whereabouts of Zhuang Jiutian.
After the disciple saw the transformation of the Killing Divine Weapon, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
Soon, Captain Tong stopped in the northeast direction.
Seeing this, Elder Kong immediately released all the killing weapons and said: "Go, kill for me!"
However, he himself did not rush up with the killing magic soldiers, but slowly led his disciples to hang far behind the killing magic soldiers.
It's as if he doesn't want to expose himself.
After seeing the elder's behavior, the disciple kept whispering in his heart: "It turns out that Elder Kong also knows how to be afraid."
He talks about being upright and says he is not afraid, but when he actually takes action, he is scared to death.
Zhuang Jiutian, who was meditating and resting in a mountain forest, felt the approaching aura of killing. He immediately stood up, holding a stone sword in his hand, waiting for the enemy's arrival.
"Come here or come."
Seeing the scarlet murderous aura approaching rapidly in the distance, Zhuang Jiutian's eyes flashed with high fighting spirit.