Qinghong City, the seventy-two Tianshan Mountains behind the Saint's Palace, Cangyun Mountain, and a separate courtyard on the top of the mountain.
There are many disciples walking here, but these people are not disciples of saints. Saints have a noble status and ignore the mortal world. These so-called disciples are all Geng Huamao who gathered enough resources to consolidate his power and join many families in the city of saints.
Received from the middle school.
It is better to say that he is a disciple of a saint than he is a disciple of Geng Huamao. Because of his identity, no one would believe him even if he said he was a disciple of a saint.
That is, in a bedroom inside Cangyun Mountain, a man wearing a purple robe suddenly opened his eyes, with a slightly ferocious and cold look, as if he had not yet escaped from the battle.
"Not dead! Xiang Rongxuan is actually not dead." Geng Huamao used a corpse-killing body to detonate himself in order to kill Xiang Rongxuan. With the quality of the corpse-cutting body's innate spiritual treasure and the strength of the quasi-sage peak, it was enough to suppress
He killed a strong man who cut off one corpse, but he didn't even kill Xiang Rongxuan, who was at the pinnacle of the quasi-sage.
This is very abnormal. When his spiritual thoughts residing in Zhan Zhi's body returned, he vaguely noticed that Xiang Rongxuan's aura was still alive. This was too weird.
"Xiang Rongxuan is not dead, things are a bit difficult to handle." Geng Huamao frowned, recalling what happened during the battle, and what he noticed after he blew himself up at the end of the battle.
"No, it seems that I missed something. After he killed the corpse and his body exploded, that person sacrificed a magic weapon. A magic weapon that can withstand the self-destruction of the innate spiritual treasure, a magic weapon that can protect Xiang Rongxuan from death! Could it be that it is also a magic weapon?
An innate treasure?"
Thinking of this, Geng Huamao couldn't help but take a breath of air, unable to believe this fact.
If his guess is correct, this person has five innate treasures in his hands.
And out of the four spiritual swords and sword diagrams, the last one squeezed out is definitely a defensive treasure. If used together, the skills are invincible and the defense is unparalleled. If it falls into the hands of Geng Huamao, even the hands of a saint,
He has a chance to escape!
"I have already killed two corpses. Even the physical bodies of the corpses were only refined with innate spiritual treasures. But that person is only in the early stage of Quasi-Saint, but he has an invincible spiritual sword array and an unparalleled defensive weapon.
The magic weapon, this person must have great opportunities, and there may even be more good things hidden. It just so happens that I am about to kill three corpses. If I can catch this person, take away his benefits, and kill the corpses
The hope will be even greater.”
Every time he recalled the four-sword array of spiritual swords and the defensive treasure, his face showed a little greed, and the cold light in his eyes became more intense!
He stood up suddenly, looked in the direction of the cliff, and said solemnly: "I am bound to get these five things, and I will also kill the Taoist in Qingyi! These chance magic weapons are simply measured for me.
Give me the opportunity to kill three corpses and become a saint! But before that, I need to go to the saint to confess my sins, otherwise Xiang Rongxuan will come back to report, and I will definitely suffer."
Taking the initiative to plead guilty and being caught afterwards are completely different concepts.
Therefore, after he figured it out, he immediately put aside the affairs of Taoist Qingyi for the time being, turned into a stream of light, and headed towards the saint's palace.
After a cup of tea, he landed in front of the palace gate.
Looking at the four big characters of Qinghong Palace, he finally gritted his teeth and walked in.
This palace is surrounded by lifelike mountain maps and various creatures. According to the saint, this was his former world. Later, because of the saint's war, his own world was shattered, and he was also sealed in the fragments of the world.
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Later, for some reason, a new world came, but this new world was soon torn into pieces by the Saint War. In order not to break the world again, many saints were sealed in the world fragments. All the saints proposed to establish
In the ancient world, there are rules that restrict the actions of saints.
If a saint takes action for no reason and is noticed by other saints, the other saints can summon nearby saints to kill the saint who takes action for no reason.
This is a rule set by all saints. Even the most powerful ancient saints must abide by it without exception.
Breathing out slowly, Geng Huamao finally bit the bullet and walked in. As the seventh disciple of the saint, he was the only one who survived the previous six brothers who died in the battle.
Now that the war has subsided, he has become the highest-ranking disciple of the saint.
However, this was not enough for the saint to forgive him. Fortunately, he had another way.
Before he could reach the depths of the palace, the surrounding palaces lit up with golden light, and the entire saint's palace became psychedelic. When Geng Huamao stepped out, the scene in front of him changed drastically.
It is no longer the previous palace, but has entered a small island shrouded in clouds. There is only an old man in white on the island, sitting cross-legged in the center, closing his eyes and concentrating, and no changes can be seen.
Geng Huamao came closer and quickly knelt down: "Geng Huamao has met Master!"
"Geng Huamao! It's been a long time since you came to see me, right?" Saint Qinghong didn't open his eyes or move his mouth. Only the sound of the great avenue resounded throughout the world.
Geng Huamao nodded quickly: "This disciple has not been here for three thousand years."
"Three thousand years is not too much, not too short. In the blink of an eye, I have been here for three thousand years. In the blink of an eye, time flies by so fast." Qinghong Saint said.
"Yes, this disciple has been practicing every day for the past three thousand years and dare not forget the master's teachings. I only hope that one day I can kill the three corpses and become a saint, so that I can do more things for the master." Geng Huamao said.
Saint Qinghong said, "You have good intentions, but killing three corpses is not that easy. The dangers involved should not be underestimated. If you are not careful, you will die. You have to be careful, careful, and careful again."
"Master's words have been remembered by this disciple. This time, firstly, I haven't seen the teacher for a long time and I miss you a little. Secondly, I dreamed of all the senior brothers and sisters last night. The senior brothers and sisters asked me to say hello to the master on her behalf." Geng
Huamao spoke sincerely.
As soon as he mentioned these brothers and sisters, Saint Qinghong opened his eyes. In those eyes, there was no change, as if he could see the sun, moon, stars, heaven and earth, and all the laws, but they also revealed boundless majesty.
This is a saint. Every move he makes carries the power of heaven and earth.
But even if a saint has endless longevity and an immortal body, some things cannot be undone!
For example, there was nothing he could do about the disciples who were killed by the saint, and there was no possibility of resurrection.
At one time, he had only seven disciples. Geng Huamao was the youngest and the favorite of the other disciples. Later, when the first six disciples died in the Great War between Saints, he continued to protect Geng Huamao until
Geng Huamao asked to go out and have a look, and he also gave Geng Huamao two innate spiritual treasures.
It's a pity that this disciple's temperament changed drastically after he came back, but Saint Qinghong can understand it. After all, there are too many saints in this ancient world, too many to count...