In the cloud sky ten thousand miles away from Chenben Mountain, a blood-colored boat is floating here. It looks like a fisherman's small boat with a black awning. There are four people on the boat, only one of whom is sitting in the cabin, sitting quietly with his eyes closed. If at this time
When Zhuang Wudao was here, he would definitely find that the face of the man sitting in meditation was exactly the demon tanzi he was fighting fiercely with.
There is another person sitting at the bow of the boat. He is wearing a white shirt, with his chest open, drinking wine from cup to cup casually. But if you look carefully, you will find that the wine is blood red, like plasma, with a trace of
A strong fishy smell.
However, this man enjoyed it very much, as if what he was drinking was the ultimate fairy wine.
The other person was sitting at the stern of the boat, with a piano table in front of him. He also had a freehand expression and played the piano with both hands. The sound of the piano was like fairy music, melodious and evocative.
However, the sound of the piano contained fierce murderous intent. Almost all birds, beasts, fish and insects within the three hundred miles around the blood ship, as long as they had a little hearing, were dead. Without exception, they all died from bleeding from their orifices.
In front of this man, there is a conch-like thing that emits bursts of spiritual light. If you play the piano here, the sound can be transmitted thousands of miles away.
Above the blood ship, countless Dutian divine thunders gathered together and bombarded them continuously. There were also a thousand flying swords surrounding them, looking for opportunities to enter and stabbing into the ship.
The last person stood on the top of the ship. A bottomless dark vortex opened behind him. The fifth-level Dutian Divine Thunder bombarded down, but most of them were forcefully swallowed by the dark vortex.
And those flying swords were all swept away by a considerable number of bloody arc-shaped flying blades.
Even if one or two flying swords are exposed, or if a fifth-level Dutian Divine Thunder breaks through the blockade, the drinking man can extinguish the purple thunder and make the flying swords bounce back by casually spilling a piece of wine.
There was a stalemate like this until inside the cabin, Motanzi suddenly groaned and blood overflowed from his mouth. Full of surprise, he slowly opened his eyes.
The drinking man noticed it first and looked over with a smile.
"Brother Mo Tan, but the results have already been obtained? Is there really a seventh-level Yin Demon Blood Sunflower?"
"I haven't seen the shadow of the Yin Demon Blood Sunflower yet, but I have met an incredible person."
Mo Tanzi shook his head and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the corner of his sleeve: "Can you help me check, where is Zhuang Wudao's ranking on the Tianji Monument? What is the ranking of boxing and swordsmanship?
Ranking, ranking of spells. What kind of Taoist martial arts, what kind of spells, what kind of occult magical powers are you good at?
, and what kind of Taoist bodies, talents, five elements, spiritual roots, etc., it is best to have all of them. I immediately know that your Moyan Sect has always been well-informed and better at calculations. But it is best to contact the assassin again.
Demon Sect, let’s explore this person’s background. This sect’s understanding of Zhuang Wudao should be the most detailed.”
"Zhuang Wudao?"
The drinking man raised his eyebrows and laughed: "Didn't this boy just barely manage to turn seven into an elixir two years ago? Now the ranking on the Tianji Monument should be around eight or nine thousand, and he is not on the list of golden elixirs. Demon
Why does Tan care so much? Even if we want to investigate, it's not now."
"Eight or nine thousand?"
Motanzi sneered in response: "The third-level Immortal Taoist Body, forcibly received my first-level 'Yuan Mie Rong Jin Style', and it was safe and sound with thirteen fingers in a row. The fourth level of the Golden Core Realm, the power can reach up to 600,000 phenomena.
Such a character is only ranked 8,000 or 9,000? Is it that I, Demon Tanzi, am blind, or is this guy hiding his strength too well?"
Seeing a look of concentration on the drinking man's face, Motanzi shook his head again and said: "Just now, this man forced me to use a bloody doll to die on his behalf. And I watched that Zhuang Wudao
I'm afraid that his strength is far more than this. Especially his mysterious power, which is less than 10%. If he didn't have such detailed strength, I'm afraid that in this battle with him, I, Demon Tanzi, might capsize in the gutter. This
This time you and I joined forces and it didn’t mean anything anymore
The drinking man suddenly moved, and an unpredictable meaning flashed in his eyes.
"Is this true? Is this son really capable of doing this?"
"Bu Xuanqing"
Motanzi's face was livid, with anger showing: "If it wasn't really something that couldn't be done, why would I need to be so embarrassed?"
"I can certainly trust Brother Motan, but what he said is so unbelievable that people can't believe it.
The drinking man smiled, and the blood wine in the cup in his hand suddenly ignited without fire.
"This matter is simple. You will find out within a moment at most. All the details of this child that our Moyan Sect can find will be sent to you."
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In the Central Plains, in the Lingjing City of the Great Ling Kingdom, in front of the Tianji Castle. This place is just like the past, with gates and streets, and a stream of people. Although all of them are monks coming in and out, they all abide by the rules and file in in an orderly manner.
Entering. Outside the gate of Tianji Castle, there is a long queue. Nearly a hundred monks are waiting in line, including some golden elixir cultivators.
Until a group of people dressed in blood came here. The leader was about forty years old, with two blood-red scars on his face like centipedes, and his appearance was ferocious and terrifying.
People who have achieved success in spiritual practice can not only heal their bodies, but also repair old wounds. However, this person's scars still remain on his face for some unknown reason.
With the arrival of this group of people, the entire atmosphere in front of Tianji Castle changed, becoming low and depressing, cold and solemn. The scar-faced monk glanced at the monks in line like a poisonous snake that chooses people to eat, and then smiled coldly.
,
"I, Jin Xuanling of the Moyan Sect, have something to inquire about the Tianji Monument today. I would like to ask everyone to help me.
The more than a hundred monks were silent for a while, and then they all took a step back and got out of the way. Two or three Jindan among them, after thinking for a while, also stepped aside.
Jin Xuanling smiled, led a group of blood-clothed monks behind him, and headed towards the Tianji Castle.
The person guarding the fort gate at this time was a Jindan monk named Ge Youzi from the Tiandao Alliance. After seeing this, he immediately frowned.
“Unruly”
Although he said this, he had no intention of stopping him. Jin Xuanling also paused slightly in his steps and looked behind him.
"Is it against the rules? I, Jin, did not force me. These people gave in voluntarily. I wonder if you have any objections?"
Ge Youzi's brows were still furrowed, and his eyes were full of anger. He said he gave in voluntarily, but because he was afraid of the power of the Demon Yan Sect, he acted unscrupulously.
Anyone here today who dares to say no to Jin Xuanling will be found dead in the streets tomorrow.
He had no choice but to do so. At least on the surface, Jin Xuanling did not violate the rules set by the Tiandao Alliance. But such actions seemed to be a naked slap in the face of the Tiandao Alliance.
"No? Then thank you for your concession."
Laughing loudly, Jin Xuanling casually threw a bulging bag into Ge Youzi's hands.
"Three hundred fourth-level Yuanyuan Stones, following the rules of your Tiandao Alliance, using the Tianji Monument alone, our Moyan Sect will triple the price. Brother Ge Youzi, your Tiandao Alliance and the Yan family have been in a lot of trouble recently, and I, the Demonic Sect
The Yanmen has no intention of being an enemy of your Tiandao Alliance. Is it okay to just do it for convenience?"
But before Ge Youzi could reply, Jin Xuanling strode into the castle.
At this time, there were more than 20 people waiting in line in front of the Secret Monument in the castle. After seeing the group of blood-clothed monks coming in, their expressions changed drastically. It seemed that when they met the Plague God, they subconsciously regretted their steps.
Jin Xuanling ignored him and walked directly to the person closest to the Tianji Monument.
"Jin Xuanling, the little Xiu Moyan Sect, needs to use the Tianji Monument for urgent matters. I wonder if you can give up the order of searching for the Tianji Monument? Our Moyan Sect is willing to pay ten times the amount of money."
The blood on the man's face faded, and he took a few steps back: "I don't dare, Brother Jin just needs to use it."
The corners of Jin Xuanling's lips suddenly raised slightly, and then his eyes became cold again, scanning the surrounding people.
"Then what are you doing standing here? Moyan Sect is checking the stele and sealing the fortress."
After finishing speaking, Jin Xuanling ignored these people and strode directly behind the Tianji Monument, where he dropped five third-order Yuanyuan Stones at the same time.
"Inquiry, Lichen Zongzhuang has no way"
At this time, the casual cultivators who were checking the list had not yet had time to retreat. Some people had the courage to secretly look sideways and saw a line of writing on the stone tablet.
"Tianyi World Zhuang Wudao, ranked twenty-five thousand nine hundred and sixty-fourth in this world. He was born in Shenzhuang of the Zhou Dynasty, and now lives in Dimo Cave in the Nanping Mountains. He is a disciple of Lichen Sect Tianyi Villa.
He is thirty-four years old and has built the twelfth floor of the foundation building. His father, Shen Jue, is the son of Taiping Dao Chongyang, and his mother, Zhuang Xiaoxi, has passed away——"
The few people who were peeping at the list all looked at each other with doubts in their eyes. Why did the Moyan Sect want to investigate the Wudao of the Lichen Sect?
Could it be said that the second largest demonic sect in the world has any grudges with this disciple of Lichen?
However, although these people were curious, they did not dare to discuss it, nor did they dare to stay any longer. Forced by the gaze of the blood-clothed cultivator, they walked out of Tianji Castle one after another.
At this time, Jin Xuanling threw out more than a dozen third-order Yun Yuan stones.
"Lichen Zongzhuang still has no way, magic, boxing, swordsmanship, escape, talent and potential——"
Following Jin Xuanling's voice, rows of purple writing appeared on the Tianji Monument.
"Zhuang Wudao in Tianyi World, the magic technique in this world ranks 8422nd. He was born in Shenzhuang of Zhou Kingdom, and now lives in Demon Cave in Nanping Mountains——"
"Zhuang Wudao in Tianyi World, the boxing ranking in this world is 9203 -"
"Zhuang Wudao in Tianyi World, the swordsmanship ranking in this world is 11,224--"
"Zhuang Wudao in Tianyi World, the escape method in this world ranks 3474th--"
"Tianyi World Zhuang Wudao, the potential ranking in this world is unknown——"
With each line of handwriting revealed, Jin Xuanling's brows tightened a few points, forming a knife-carved 'Chuan, Zi'
Behind him, a young man in his twenties let out a chuckle: "It seems that this person was once the most talented person, but it was nothing more than that. He was trying to escape the law, and he was just trying to get it. But why is he the twelfth floor of the Foundation Establishment Realm?
, is it so difficult that he really failed to overcome the tribulation, or that he never formed an elixir in the first place?"
Jin Xuanling smiled like "Hey, the person who spoke was a disciple of an Elder Jindan in the sect. He was very talented and was in the sixth level of the Foundation Building. He was always favored."
But he turned around suddenly and punched out. Before anyone could react, the head of the person who spoke was smashed to pieces. The blood and flesh were scattered in front of the monument.
Jin Xuanling, on the other hand, showed no expression on his face as he scattered a whole bag of fourth-order Yuanyuan Stones in front of the monument.