Chapter 112 Lingsha Hall, the Lord of the Killing Hall! Qiuyue
In the northernmost part of Douluo Continent, underneath a border town, there is a capital city shrouded in blood, which is called the City of Killing by the world!
This is the paradise of sinners and the paradise of the fallen.
All soul skills cannot be used here, but soul power can be used. As the source of power, one can only survive here by relying on soul power and martial arts.
And in the deepest part of the dungeon, there is a bloody abyss!
And in the blood-shrouded abyss, a magnificent palace stood here.
This is the most mysterious place in the entire Slaughter City, and it is a place that only the King of Slaughter is qualified to know. Other soul masters will only die if they approach without authorization.
On the plaque directly above the main hall, there are two words written with flying dragons and phoenixes, surrounded by blood: Lingsha Palace!
Here is the Killing Hall, one of the two main halls of Lingsha Hall.
Because of its location at the bottom of the Bloody Abyss, its location and its concealment, no one except the God of Death and the King of Slaughter who passed through the Hell Road knew that there was this majestic hall under the Capital of Slaughter.
Therefore, although external forces have destroyed Lingsha Palace many times, they have never found their main palace.
Only members who have joined the Lingsha Palace can enter here, and other soul masters will be killed once they approach this place!
And unlike the soul masters in the Killing City, the soul masters in Lingsha Palace have a mysterious passage that allows them to leave Lingsha Palace to carry out assassination missions without going through the road to hell.
At this moment, inside the Killing Palace.
The Lord of the Killing Palace wore a red robe, as bright as blood, with the skirt slightly open, revealing his seductive collarbones. He sat unruly on the bloody throne, slightly shaking the wine glass in his hand, and looked down from a high position.
This person's name is Xue Zu, and he is the current master of the Killing Palace!
And underneath him was kneeling a disciple in black robe.
"Palace Master, there is an assassination mission that has been on the list for a while, but no one has taken it up until now." The black-robed disciple clasped his hands in his fists and lowered his head respectfully.
The fear of killing the master of the palace has penetrated deep into his bones, and he does not dare to raise his head and look at the master of the palace.
"oh?"
There was some interest in Xue Yi's eyes, and he reached out to grab the letter handed over by the black-robed disciple.
"Sword Dou Luo Chenxin? The Seven Killing Sword, oh... I remembered it. It turned out to be Jianjun's son who assassinated his disciple Lingtian. No wonder no one took over. Tsk tsk... The Seven Killing Sword is not simple."
When Xue Yi first got the letter, he made a few comments with great interest.
But when he saw the Lingtian Martial Spirit, he was suddenly startled with a calm expression, and at the same time he frowned, and a look of shock could not help but appear in his eyes.
Martial Spirit: Bing Ji Yinshuang!
Impossible, how could it be that lord’s martial spirit?
Just when Xue Yi felt unbelievable, a voice suddenly came from his mind, making him freeze on the spot again, and then a trace of ecstasy flashed in his eyes!
Xue Yi suddenly thought of something, his eyes narrowed, and he asked in a deep voice, "Has Snow Palace received this mission?"
"Not yet. We took over this task first, and it hasn't been a month, so it hasn't been spread to the Snow Palace yet." The black-robed disciple said with cupped hands.
"Then remove this mission and prevent it from spreading to the Snow Palace." Xue Zu looked much more relaxed and said calmly.
The black-robed disciple looked troubled and said cautiously, "But Palace Master, if you give up this mission..."
"Haha~" Xue Yi sneered, glanced at the black-robed disciple, and said with a half-smile, "Who said you want to give up on this mission?"
"I understand!" The black-robed disciple understood, bowed and clasped his fists.
Xue Yi nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "Then do it quickly and be sure not to let the news spread to the Snow Palace!"
"Disciple understands." After the black-robed disciple bowed, he bowed and slowly exited the hall.
Immediately, Xue Zu was left alone in the empty hall again.
"The opportunity has finally arrived..."
"The City of Killing...is right here."
"Hahaha~"
There was a trace of red in his eyes, and he covered his face and laughed wildly. Xue Zui's wanton and wild laughter echoed in the empty hall.
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Qibao Glazed Sect is located between Tiandou City and Sunset Forest.
So it was about the same time as when he rushed to Tiandou City before, and Hu Fei rushed back to Qibao Glazed Sect in less than half an hour.
"Fengzhi, how is the situation?" As soon as he returned to the sect's main hall, Gu Rong rushed over impatiently and asked with a solemn expression.
Ning Fengzhi smiled calmly, "Everything went well."
"Huh~ That's good!" Gu Rong breathed a long sigh of relief and looked much more relaxed, then asked with concern, "Fengzhi, can that Qiluo Tulip really make the Qibao Glazed Pagoda Martial Spirit evolve?"
"What Xiaotian said is probably true, but we have to wait until Rongrong comes back to determine whether it will be effective or not," Ning Fengzhi said softly.
Lingtian said before that the effect of fairy grass is related to talent.
And Ning Rongrong’s innate soul power is level nine!
He is a rare genius from the Qibao Glazed Sect in a hundred years, so Ning Fengzhi decided that Ning Rongrong would use this Qiluo Tulip to evolve his martial spirit.
Since there is a chance to evolve, Ning Fengzhi is willing to give it a try!
Because he wants to see the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda more than the Eight Treasures Glazed Pagoda!
At this moment, Chen Xin suddenly said, "Although Fengzhi helped Xiaotian this time, we are still not as precious as the Qiluo Tulip and the Eight-petal Fairy Orchid. Should we..."
"Uncle Jian, I understand what you mean."
After pondering for a moment, he suddenly looked at Gu Rong and asked softly, "By the way, Uncle Gu, I remember that there is an ancient alchemy furnace in the sect's treasure house?"
"Well, that boy Ning Li brought it back last time. It's of no use and has been kept in the treasure house..." Gu Rong recalled it carefully for a while and nodded.
"That's good." Ning Fengzhi nodded and said, "I remember Xiaotian said before that he wanted to refine medicine. This alchemy furnace is of no use in the treasure house, so I just sent it to Xiaotian."
"Fengzhi, I remember that there is another piece of snow silkworm clothing in the treasure house?" Chen Xin suddenly thought of something and asked aloud.
Ning Fengzhi turned his head, looked at Chen Xin with a wry smile, and said, "Uncle Jian, you are too attached to Xiaotian, and you are almost emptying our Seven Treasures Glazed Sect..."
"Xiaotian is my disciple, and he can be considered a member of the sect." Chen Xin turned his head and said softly.
"That's all."
Ning Fengzhi sighed, waved his hands helplessly, and said, "Since Uncle Jian has spoken, let's send the snow silkworm clothes and the alchemy furnace to Xiaotian!"
Then he arranged for the disciples of the sect to go to the treasure house to take out the alchemy furnace and snow silkworm clothes.
"Sect Master, everything is inside."
"Well, let's go down."
Ning Fengzhi nodded, took the storage soul guide, handed it to a sect elder on the right, and said, "Elder Qu, I would like to trouble you to go to the Prince's Mansion and give these two things to Xiaotian.
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"I understand." Qu Yuan took the storage soul guide, bowed and left the sect hall.
Da da da~~
The carriage drove slowly along the path.
The sun, which was originally high in the sky, now slowly sets parallel to the horizon.
Xue Ling drove the carriage slowly and finally arrived in front of the Prince's Mansion.
At this time, the sky was dyed blood red by the setting sun, and the pink clouds were reflected on the flowing water. The distant horizon turned purple, and the horizon seemed to be on fire.