The Blood God Sect is a dark place, entrenched in the northern part of the All Saints Land in Zhouzhou, backed by ancient snow-capped mountains. The weather is extremely cold, and it is shrouded in a vast expanse of white ice and snow all year round.
Xianminghai is actually a thousand-mile ice lake located at the foot of the ancient snow-capped mountains. It is the training ground for Dharma King Haiming, one of the four kings of the Blood God Sect.
No matter how cold the weather is, the Xianming Sea has never frozen. The color of the lake is quite blue. Looking down from the sky, it looks like a sapphire placed on white paper.
At night, there are colorful auras in the lake that steam up, making the area thousands of miles away seem to be transformed into a blessed land of gods.
At this moment, on Kongcheng Island in the center of the Xianming Sea, a man wearing black mysterious clothes held a coffin in one hand, crossed the suspended bridge, and walked straight into the Dharma King's hall.
"I've met Elder Lan Ye."
The two young women standing on both sides of the gate of the Dharma King's hall immediately knelt down on one knee and saluted the man in black, looking very respectful.
Both of them have quite beautiful faces, and their cultivation has reached the ninth transformation of fish and dragon. They are the servants of Dharma King Hai Ming. They have a high status in Xian Ming Hai, but they still have to salute the man in black.
It can be seen from this that the identity of the man in black must be quite extraordinary.
Except for the man in black, there was no one else in the Dharma King's hall. Only thirty-six holy blood oil lamps were still on, emitting bright light, making his appearance gradually become clearer.
This person's name is Lan Ye, he is the thirteenth disciple of Dharma King Hai Ming, and he is also an elder of the Blood God Sect.
Lan Ye looks close to thirty years old, with a high nose and sharp eyes, giving people a feeling of being both capable and gloomy.
With a gentle push from Lan Ye's palm, the heavy metal coffin, like a piece of tissue paper, gently fell to the center of the Dharma King's Hall without making any sound.
"Master, this is Sun Chengyi's body. The disciples found him from the Valley of Ten Thousand Burials. His body was divided into eight pieces and has now been completely spliced back together." Lan Ye said in a very indifferent tone.
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In the Dharma King's hall, the flames of the thirty-six holy blood oil lamps were slightly tilted, and the light was flickering.
A somewhat old and majestic voice sounded out of thin air: "Sun Chengyi is the most proud disciple of Lao Liu. He is less than a hundred years old, but he has already reached the third level of semi-saint. He was the best candidate. Unexpectedly,
Even he failed to gain a firm foothold in Youzi Tiangong, and eventually died an untimely death."
Immediately afterwards, there was a long sigh.
Lan Ye looked at the empty black seats at the top of the hall, as if speaking to the air, and said: "Even Sun Chengyi died tragically, so sending other juniors there will probably lead to death."
There was silence in the Dharma King's main hall.
After a while, the majestic voice sounded again, "There is a shocking secret hidden in the endless abyss. However, the leader has sent Youzi Tiangong to guard the periphery of the abyss. No one, including the members of the sect, can get close to it."
"Three hundred years ago, the cultivation level of our four kings was only slightly weaker than that of the leader. However, in the past three hundred years, the cultivation level of the leader has advanced by leaps and bounds, leaving the four of us far behind and becoming
The undisputed number one person in the Blood God Religion, no one can check him anymore."
Lan Ye raised his head, with a strange light in his eyes, and said: "Master suspects that the leader's current achievements are related to the secret of the endless abyss?"
"That's right. Because, three hundred years ago, Youzi Tiangong began to station on the outskirts of the Endless Abyss, completely sealing it off. No one except the leader can get close to it. How could such a coincidence happen?"
Immediately, the majestic voice became very sharp, with a strong obsession, saying: "No matter how great the sacrifice is, I must find out the secret of the endless abyss. As long as I master that secret,
I have a chance to become one of the four kings."
Lan Ye said: "However, together with Sun Chengyi, our Xianminghai has lost twelve heroes in the semi-saint realm. Among the third-generation disciples, it is no longer difficult to select suitable candidates. If we choose other semi-saints,
Entering the Youzi Heavenly Palace, you may not be trustworthy. If the master's intentions are exposed and the leader knows, it will be a big trouble."
What Lan Ye said is also what worries and distresses Dharma King Hai Ming the most.
Dharma King Haiming has a total of fourteen disciples, and there are countless third, fourth, and fifth generation disciples and grandchildren. Among them, there are some great heroes who have broken through to the semi-saint realm at a young age.
, become the overlord of one party.
For example, Sun Chengyi, who is lying in the coffin, is a disciple of Li Shigong, the sixth disciple of Haiming Dharma King, and a leader among the third generation disciples and grandchildren.
Sixty years ago, Dharma King Haiming sent heroes from his disciples and grandchildren into the Youzi Heavenly Palace to help him explore the secrets of the endless abyss.
However, the disciples who entered Youzi Heavenly Palace were either missing or dead, and no one could survive.
The third-generation disciples who have reached the semi-saint realm are almost extinct, and no suitable candidate can be found anymore.
Dharma King Haimin has lived for six hundred years and is about to expire. He can only survive by breaking through to a higher realm. Therefore, he is very eager to find out the secret of the endless abyss.
Do you want to take a risk and explore the endless abyss yourself?
"Wow!"
At this moment, a blood-red mist poured in from outside the door and appeared next to Lan Ye, condensing into a figure whose whole body was covered in blood robes.
The figure of the man in the blood robe is tall and thin, but his face is hidden under the blood robe. His age, appearance, and gender cannot be seen clearly, and he looks quite mysterious.
"Master, Senior Brother Gu Yan's son, I would like to ask to see you, old man." The voice of the man in blood robe seemed a bit ethereal, like a man or a woman, old or young, giving him an unpredictable feeling.
Immediately, the man in blood robe unfolded a roll of imperial edict, and a ball of holy energy surged out from his sleeves, wrapping the edict, punched it out, and flew to the bronze table.
"Chichi!"
Strands of blood-red silk threads condensed out of thin air and converged at the top of the Dharma King's hall, condensing into an old man wearing a sea-blue robe.
It is a clone of the holy soul of Dharma King Hai Ming.
"Gu Yan's son?"
Dharma King Haiming glanced at the imperial edict on the table, with a thoughtful look on his face, and finally remembered that the ninth disciple Gu Yan had indeed asked for a volume of imperial edict for his son when he first came to Xianminghai.
At that time, Haiming Dharma King Nian was running the Blood Dragon Palace in Gu Yan and paid tribute to a lot of spiritual crystals and elixirs, so he agreed.
Gu Yan's son, Dharma King Hai Ming actually still has some reflections.
That kid's qualifications are quite good. At first, Dharma King Hai Ming kept him in Xian Ming Hai for a while, preparing to train him carefully, and he might have great achievements in the future.
Who would have known that that boy was so bold that he only stayed in Xianminghai for three days and managed to get one of the attendants of Dharma King Haiming to sleep with him.
Although Dharma King Hai Ming was quite angry, the Blood Dragon Palace in Gu Yan could help him collect wealth, so he did not deal with the Blood Dragon Master, but found a random reason to expel him from the Xian Ming Sea and drove him back.
Yuan Mansion.
Of course, that close attendant has also been sentenced to death by Dharma King Hai Ming.
"What is that boy doing in Xianminghai?"
Dharma King Hai Ming looked a little displeased, but he thought that the ninth disciple Gu Yan was still of great value, so he still summoned Young Master Blood Dragon.
Mr. Blood Dragon, transformed from Zhang Ruochen, entered the Dharma King's hall and immediately knelt down under the holy soul clone of Dharma King Haiming. He said with a tearful voice: "Master, I beg you to uphold justice for your disciple, Blood Dragon."
The disciples of the palace cannot die in vain, and neither can my father. Only you, old man, can avenge them... ahem..."
As he spoke, Zhang Ruochen spat out a mouthful of black blood and kept coughing, looking quite miserable.
Zhang Ruochen was not pretending to be injured, but he was really seriously injured.
Even at this time, Zhang Ruochen was secretly observing the three people in the Dharma King's hall.
The Dharma King Sitting above has long, sea-blue waves, sunken eyes, and wrinkles on his face. Even if it is just a shadow, it still exudes a vast and boundless aura, like an unattainable holy mountain, and like a deep mountain.
The bottomless ocean caused huge pressure on Zhang Ruochen.
In addition, on the left and right sides of the main hall, there was a man in black and a man in blood robes.
The man in black must have practiced some kind of dark skill. Just standing there casually, the cold air emanating from him froze the surrounding space. Any airflow that entered within one foot of him would immediately dissipate.
This person must be a ruthless character.
The other man in blood robe seemed to have no flesh and blood body, just a mist, giving people a more mysterious feeling.
It is obvious that none of the people in the Dharma King's hall is a simple person.
Zhang Ruochen was under tremendous pressure and carefully disguised himself. If even a slight flaw was revealed, he would probably die in the Dharma King's Hall tonight.
Dharma King Haiming shrank his eyes, stared at Mr. Blood Dragon who was kneeling below, and said coldly: "What are you talking about, your father is dead? Who is so bold as to touch my disciples?"
"It's the Death Zen Sect, the evil monk of the Death Zen Sect." Zhang Ruochen shouted.
Dharma King Haiming's brows twitched slightly, as if saying to himself: "It's actually the Death Zen Sect."
If another force dares to kill the disciples of Dharma King Haiming, Dharmawang Haiming will destroy the other party's entire clan even if it is for his own sake.
The Death Zen Sect is not an ordinary person. Although it has only been established for a few hundred years, it is powerful and has followers all over the world. Compared with the Blood God Sect, which has a history of hundreds of thousands of years, it is probably not much weaker.
In particular, the Death Zen Patriarch is a man of unparalleled magnificence. He was able to take a single move from the Queen and not die. There are only a few such characters in the entire Kunlun world.
It seems that it is not a cost-effective thing to offend the Zen sect for the sake of a disciple.