Many corpses are like guards, guarding the corpse in the center.
The Supreme Pulse Master could clearly see that next to the corpse with the dagger stuck in the chest, it was the corpse of a first-level martial artist. Drops of red gold blood were slowly flowing out. This was the original corpse abandoned by the old Liang Wang.
And a knife, as crystal clear as jade, stood silently on the wooden stand.
Divine weapon, Nine Nether Sword.
A special kind of power is brewing.
The Supreme Son spoke in a deep voice: "The ceremony has begun."
"According to the agreement, the Nine Nether Sword belongs to us."
The Supreme Holy Son emphasized the last sentence and was reminding King Lao Liang who was standing aside that it was time to fulfill his promise.
The old Liang Wang's face was covered, and his whole body was under the silver dragon's golden armor. No one could peep into his true emotions. At this time, a pair of eyes, shining with divine light, were looking at the altar below.
Seeing that the ceremony was taking place, he slowly regained his composure and spoke calmly: "The Nine Nether Sword belongs to you."
"You are worthy enough."
After Old Liang Wang finished speaking, although his expression could not be seen, his eyes were full of contempt, his whole body was filled with endless coldness, and the world had begun to distort.
The realm of heaven and earth has begun to erode the four directions, and is trying to drag the Supreme Vein Master and the Supreme Son into the realm of heaven and earth.
The Senluotu slowly opened and spread overwhelmingly, blocking the light above the sky. Huge shadows began to cover the earth, and the world began to darken.
The Senluo Formation opened and began to expel the Heaven and Earth Law Domain, withstanding the pressure of Old Liang Wang.
The Supreme Pulse Master's expression was extremely ugly, and he spoke in a bad tone: "I thought that even if you didn't know how to praise me, you would break the contract in the end, but this is the time when the overall situation has been decided. I didn't expect that you would change your mind midway at this time."
"Don't you know that now we have internal strife, and the saint who performed the ceremony at the end can reap the benefits."
"You are so unwise."
King Lao Liang lowered his head and looked down at the altar. Xiao Qingyi, who was presiding over the blood sacrifice ceremony, slowly withdrew his gaze, looked at the Supreme Pulse Master and the Supreme Holy Son and said: "The ceremony has already begun, which means the plan
It has been successful, and your greatest use is to serve as sacrifices."
"I didn't take action outside Xiaoyuan because I couldn't identify the Nine Nether Sword. Now that you see the Nine Nether Sword, you are of no use."
As Old Liang Wang's voice sounded, the peaceful ceremony below suddenly changed.
Figures wearing robes and holding magic swords were standing in the southeast, northwest and four directions of the altar. The magic swords in their hands were raised high, and a ray of light rushed out from the magic swords, intersecting with each other.
Silk threads rushed out of the soil, and in the blink of an eye, densely packed threads rose into the sky, gathering together like a mighty white beam of light.
The world is filled with white threads, as if the world is made of white threads.
They intertwined with each other to form a white cloth, which began to seal off the heaven and earth, sealing off all directions in the southeast, northwest, and finally gathered together tightly.
The ceremony came to an abrupt end.
Everyone's eyes showed fear, but their movements continued. The blood sacrifice ritual stopped and was replaced by a brand new ritual, a ritual they were unaware of.
They have been controlled by the lines all over the sky and can no longer help themselves.
Xiao Qingyi looked at the altar, and the white threads that continued to grow formed a tall and burly shadow in less than three breaths.
After five breaths, the white threads could no longer be seen, and he looked like a real person.
He is tall and burly, with exposed muscles like granite, a pair of eyes as bright as stars, and his whole body is filled with strong energy and blood.
Wow wow wow!!!!!!!!
The sound of Qi and blood flowing is like the Yangtze River.
This strange yet familiar face made Xiao Qingyi's eyes flash back to memories.
This is exactly what Old Liang Wang looked like when he was young. At that time, the previous generation of Jiuyouming Sect was still alive. Although it has declined, there are still many old people. They are not the mainstay of Jiuyouming Sect, and they are not aware of Yinji Sect and Tianmo Sect.
bring pressure.
It is a carefree time and the happiest time.
In less than an instant, Xiao Qingyi had already stabilized his mind. This was not enough to shake Xiao Qingyi's mind. It was not Old Liang Wang in front of him. This was false.
He looked solemn and said coldly: "It turns out that King Liang has the confidence this time. It turns out that Da Zong is here."
Da Zongzheng, this is one of the nine cabinet ministers of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the head of the Sixth Division Zhongzong Renfu.
The Zongren Mansion manages the members of the royal family and has always been the most mysterious existence. It does not participate in the world's common affairs at all. Every time the Zongren Mansion appears, it represents a saint.
And throughout the ages, princes from the royal family have held the post of chief minister.
Da Zongzheng's eyes were calm and bright, and he said calmly: "The Xiao family has surrendered to the saint and is willing to join the clan's mansion. Naturally, I have no choice but to come."
Xiao Qingyi sneered: "Da Zong is joking. The Xiao family is domineering, and the rebellious heart has penetrated deep into the bones. If you can betray the Jiuyouming Sect today, you can betray the Great Zhou tomorrow."
"You're not here for the Xiao family, you're here for the Qianyuan Blood Burning Pill."
"The position of a saint is supreme and noble. He holds the power of the world. He can determine the laws of the world with one word. No, it should be said that he speaks the constitution of heaven. Even if he is a humble servant, he can seal territories and enjoy glory and wealth with just one word."
"But the biggest limitation of a saint is his lifespan. A saint holds the power of the world, but he also has to bear the power of all people. Therefore, a saint is rich all over the world, but his lifespan is not long. Based on the age of a saint, it can only be twenty or thirty years at most.
Time is running out, and the Jiazi Rebellion will definitely not last."
Therefore, the weaker the emperors in the past dynasties were, the shorter their reigns were.
"So you are anxious. Compared with the current King of Jin and the Crown Prince, letting them ascend the throne to suppress the Jiazi Rebellion is not as good as this current saint."
"After all, the saint has been on the throne for decades, and his foundation is solid and his prestige is profound, which cannot be compared to the new emperor."
"I also figured out one thing. Why did the old King Liang know such a secret method to maintain peak combat power despite old age and frailty? It turned out to be provided by you."
"You are experimenting with Old Liang Wang to see if the first-grade martial arts acquired from his body can be considered a bloodline from the same origin, and whether it can be used to break through the limitations of the Qianyuan Blood Burning Pill."
PS: I feel better in the afternoon, but I can’t sit still. I often get up after doing it for a while, which makes it so uncomfortable. It takes more than three hours to write one chapter, but it feels better after dark. Four chapters is impossible.
But I have to write three chapters today. By the way, this chapter has 2,000 words, so I will update it as soon as possible. The 1,000 words missing will be made up in the next chapter.