Chapter five hundred and thirtieth fog gradually cage
In the pitch-black hall, Ming Kong, the leader of the Death Clan branch of the Qiankun Holy Realm, was kneeling on the ground. With a height of three feet, even if he was kneeling on the ground, he was much taller than the average person.
However, Ming Kong, who should have been so majestic at this time, was sweating profusely and looking frightened.
In front of him, on the throne where he should be sitting, an illusory figure sat. The illusory figure did not have any breath on his body, but the hall was filled with an extremely depressing aura that made people almost suffocate!
"Sir Qian, you have come in person, what are your instructions?"
Ming Kong raised his head and asked cautiously.
That phantom was only the size of a normal human being. It was obviously not a member of the Heavenly Underworld Clan, but it made Ming Kong so panicked.
"Has anything unusual happened in the Holy World of Qiankun recently?"
A vague voice suddenly sounded in the hall, making Ming Kong tremble all over and look a little confused.
He originally thought that something big must have happened if this lord could come in person, even if it was just a projection, but he didn't expect that he was just asking about the abnormality in the Holy World of Qiankun?
"The abnormality is nothing. If there is one, it should be that several branches of the Killing God Pavilion were destroyed by a mysterious force called Shenxian Sect!"
Ming Kong thought for a while and said.
"Shenxian Sect?"
"yes!"
"The Shenxian Sect is a mysterious force that suddenly appeared in the Holy World of Qiankun. It has never had any reputation before, but it dares to take action against the largest killer organization in the Holy World, the Killing God Pavilion!"
Ming Kong responded quickly.
"It seems that it should be!"
The illusory figure murmured softly, causing Ming Kong's expression to freeze and he asked: "What?"
"Does the Immortal Sect have a base?"
However, the illusory figure did not answer Ming Kong, but asked instead.
"The headquarters of the Shenxian Sect has not yet been found, but now there are several disciples of the Shenxian Sect in the holy city of the Sun-covering Holy Dynasty. It is said that they have even broken through the ninth floor of the Seven Holy Tower jointly built by the seven holy dynasties, and stepped into the epic genius. Column, comparable to the genius of Pluto from my Heavenly Dao and Hades tribe!"
Ming Kong didn't dare to ask again. He pondered for a while and answered.
"Let's put aside the invasion for now and concentrate on dealing with the Immortal Sect!"
Hearing the words of the illusory figure, Ming Kong's face froze, he opened his mouth, and wanted to ask, but when the words came to his lips, he did not dare to ask.
Ming Kong could never have imagined that Lord Qian came here specifically to deal with the Immortal Sect?
How could the Shenxian Sect be so virtuous and capable as to allow Master Qian to personally lower his projection and order them to deal with the Shenxian Sect? With the terror of this master, a single thought could destroy the entire Holy World of Qiankun.
"Let the other tribes take action together. Don't underestimate the Immortal Sect. You may not be able to deal with the Immortal Sect. The Killing God Pavilion will take action with you!"
The illusory figure continued, but the words he said made Ming Kong tremble.
Master Qian is indeed a being who covers the sky with one hand. Even the Killing God Pavilion belongs to him. However, he did not expect that the Shenxian Sect would pay such attention to Master Qian.
When Ming Kong came back to his senses, there was still an illusory figure in the palace. The illusory figure had disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.
Ming Kong breathed a sigh of relief. Even just a projection from Lord Gan made him, a strong man in the Chaos Emperor Realm, feel great pressure. A ray of light flashed through his gray pupils filled with deathly aura, cold and cold. He hummed: "Shenxian Sect! Hum!"
For Ming Kong, this is definitely an opportunity for him to rise. As long as he handles the matter assigned by Lord Gan, he will definitely be able to enter Lord Gan's eyes. As long as a little bit of it is exposed between Lord Gan's fingers, he will benefit. Very shallow.
Even with just a word from Mr. Gan, his status in the Death Clan can be raised several levels.
The more Ming Kong thought about it, the more excited he became. He swayed and disappeared directly into the hall. He went to prepare to deal with the Shenxian Sect. Since he couldn't find the Shenxian Sect's station, he would first operate on those disciples of the Shenxian Sect!
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At the same time, somewhere in a mysterious place, an ancient pitch-black castle stood in the sky. The entire pitch-black castle looked ghostly, without a trace of aura, and the pitch-black light flickering from time to time made people feel the cold murderous intent.
In the castle hall, a burly figure covered in black robes stood with his hands behind his hands. Under the black hat, a pair of scarlet eyes flashed past.
"To destroy our branch is to seek death!"
A cold word sounded in the hall, and the temperature in the entire hall suddenly dropped to the extreme, causing layers of ice crystals to condense on the pillars in the hall.
"Yes...yes, sir, I understand!"
But at this moment, the burly figure trembled all over, nodded repeatedly, and responded humbly.
If anyone sees such a humble scene of this burly figure, they will definitely be frightened. This God of Killing has made countless strong people in the Qiankun Holy World fearful. He is in charge of the huge God of Killing Pavilion, and his power is not as powerful as that of the seven great emperors of the Holy Dynasty. And the leaders of the five major branches of the Tiandao Ming Clan are weak.
But such a person actually calls himself a slave? What kind of existence can make such a person so humble?
After a moment, the burly figure straightened his body, and a flash of shock flashed in his scarlet eyes: "Then the Immortal Sect can actually let Lord Gan give the order personally? How can it be so virtuous?"
"Oh, but that's fine. If you destroy the Immortal Sect, you will be able to get into Lord Gan's eyes. By then, this God of Killing will be able to be promoted to the top!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the burly figure suddenly disappeared into the hall. Not long after, jet-black rays of light gathered from all directions in this mysterious place and poured into the pitch-black castle.
The aura that permeates every ray of pitch-black light is extremely astonishing.
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At the same time, in a mysterious place in the Chaos Emperor Realm, Ye Muqing was swaying and walking among the flowers. Her beautiful and moving figure seemed to suppress the gorgeous flowers around her.
Beside him, a young man followed slowly. If Wang Feng were here, he would definitely find that this young man is actually the Forest Prison Yan Long who came out of the ancient Buddhist gate.
"You just watch those guys harming the Heavenly Dao Nether Clan?" Forest Prison Yan Long lowered his head and said.
"There are some duplicitous people. It's useless to keep them. It's better to use their hands to see clearly! Those who can persist until now and haven't wavered are my people!"
Ye Muqing's words echoed among the blooming flowers, like the gurgling water and the wind blowing the willows, soft and charming.
But these sweet and sweet words, when heard in the ears of Forest Prison Yan Long, made him twitch the corner of his mouth fiercely. He had not seen this woman for so long, but she was still so cruel. I am afraid that only in front of the king, This woman must have a gentle side.
"How's Tianhuang's plan going?"
Ye Muqing stroked the flowers in front of her and asked softly.
"Soon!"
Forest Prison Yan Long narrowed his eyes and murmured softly.