Chapter 135 The Battle of the Thousand Treasures Palace
"My subordinate, Zhu Qingyan, is asking for help. He is willing to go and clean up the dark world for his master."
Zhu Qingyan stood up, with piercing eyes and a strong sense of self-confidence in his body. At this time, he had broken through to the eighth level of heaven, truly entered the ranks of the favored sons of heaven, and had the treasure given by his master, even if he faced
Ordinary sages have the confidence to fight.
"allow!"
Xi Qianye said lightly, he saw Zhu Qingyan's growth in his eyes, he was indeed working hard and making progress, but he didn't do anything to help him. Most of his current achievements were due to his own contribution, and he was indeed a talent that could be made.
Zhu Qingyan turned into a ray of light and rushed out of the hall in an instant, flying towards those dark monks who dared to step into the Qianbao Mountain area.
His Highness Zhang Yuanpeng stood respectfully, feeling very relaxed. He felt safe hiding in Qianbao Palace, and even brought all the hundreds of members of the Zhang family over.
After all, there are two great masters in the Thousand Treasures Palace, so how could the dark world have expected that even if some evil demons were sent to invade, they would definitely not be that powerful. After all, the War Spear Academy is the dark evil demon's biggest opponent.
However, if Zhang Yuanpeng knew that Qianbao Palace had been targeted by the Dark World and was designated as the second target, he might not have taken it for granted so easily.
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"Haha, Thousand Treasures Palace! It is said that this sect obtained the treasure of the ancient saint and just emerged not long ago."
"Hmph! How can a small sect be qualified to occupy the ancient saint's treasure, only to cause the disaster of annihilation?"
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Hundreds of dark monks broke into Qianbao Mountain. The leader had a heavenly cultivation level, and the others were all sect-level monks. Even among the dark sects, they were an elite team.
But at this time, more than a dozen elite teams like this broke into Qianbao Palace. They came from different sects in the dark world, and they were all attracted by the rumors that Qianbao Palace had obtained the treasure of the ancient saint.
, everyone wants to come here to get a piece of the pie.
"The treasure of the ancient saint? Ridiculous!"
A cold voice suddenly sounded in the dark night, extremely abrupt.
"Who!"
The leader of the dark monk was startled, his eyes were piercing, and he glanced around. The sound was clearly very close to them, but he couldn't find the person at all. For a moment, his mind was tense and his body was tense.
Master!
He must be a master!
"Kill your people."
The faint voice sounded again, and then a ray of silver light fell from the sky, streaking across the night sky like a meteor. Before the man in black could react, his head tilted and fell to the ground, and blood spurted out all over the ground.
A heavenly monk died instantly.
"No! Withdraw!"
Such an incident completely shocked all the dark monks, and killed a heavenly monk in an instant. It was obvious that the cultivator's cultivation was extremely terrifying, and they could not resist it at all.
As dark monks who often lick blood at the tip of their swords, their judgment of crises is naturally extremely keen, and without any hesitation, everyone retreats frantically and sends out a distress signal at the same time.
"Now that you're here, don't leave anymore. Qianbao Mountain is not something you can enter."
A tall figure shrouded in starlight walked out of the darkness. He held a silver sword surrounded by stars in his hand. His temperament was particularly cold and chilling. He wore a silver mask on his face, making it impossible to see his face clearly.
I saw the light of swords criss-crossing, and a large number of dark monks fell down like weeds. A thousand feet in radius turned into a dead zone. In less than half a stick of incense, the ground was covered with the broken limbs and broken arms of the dark monks, and no one could escape.
The same thing happened in every corner of Qianbao Mountain. Almost all of the dozen or so dark teams that invaded Qianbao Mountain were killed.
However, just when Zhu Qingyan was about to massacre the last group of dark monks, something unexpected happened suddenly.
"How brave, how dare you kill people from my dark world."
A gloomy voice sounded from the darkness. The next moment, a bloody figure rushed through the mountains and forests, passing by like lightning. In a few moments, it came to Zhu Qingyan. With a slap of his palm, a powerful wave of
The power surged out, it was overwhelming, and it could smash the entire mountain into pieces.
"Venerable Realm!"
Zhu Qingyan's pupils shrank, and his body tensed up instantly, but he remained calm in the face of danger. The long sword in his hand drew a circle in the void. The silver-white long sword shined brightly, and stars all over the sky flew out from the sword body, condensing in the sky.
Together, they turned into a void round shield.
boom!
The Venerable's power hit the round shield, and the rocks exploded in an instant. Cracks a hundred meters long opened on the ground, spreading like spider webs. The surrounding trees, flowers, and grass instantly turned into powder.
However, the hollow shield drawn by the long sword blocked the Venerable's blow, evenly matched.
"Eh!"
The bloody figure looked at the long sword in Zhu Qingyan's hand in surprise, and said with joy instead of surprise: "Ninth-level desolate weapon of heaven level! Your Thousand Treasure Palace has indeed obtained the treasure of the ancient saint, haha, good! Very good..."
The people in the Qianbao Palace only have the cultivation level of the eighth level of heaven. They are geniuses among geniuses. Their future prospects are limitless. But after all, they are just heaven-level monks. They are thousands of miles away from the venerable ones. They only rely on that heaven-level weapon.
Only a ninth-grade desolate weapon could barely block his blow.
Some time ago, Qianbao Palace put up a ninth-grade heaven-level weapon for auction, and now there was another heaven-level ninth-level weapon, and the quality seemed to be even more extraordinary. He was already sure that Qianbao Palace really got it
Unparalleled treasure, otherwise why would heaven-level ninth-grade desolate weapons that normally do not come out for hundreds of years appear one after another?
"It is true that monks in the Heaven Realm can compete with those in the Venerable Realm if they possess ninth-grade Heaven Grade desolate weapons, but that is only comparable in strength. In fact, the gap between the Heaven Realm and the Venerable Realm is not just a difference in strength. Today I will
Let me tell you what it means not to offend the venerable."
Venerable Blood Shadow laughed loudly, and with one step, he was ready to kill Zhu Qingyan and take away the ninth-grade heavenly weapon.
However, as soon as he took a step, someone was faster than him.
A shadow emerged from the darkness and appeared in front of Zhu Qingyan almost instantly. A slender but extremely pale palm reached out and grabbed the starry ninth-level desolate weapon.
Zhu Qingyan was startled, mobilized all his strength to resist, and activated the Starlight Sword to the extreme.
However, the power of that hand was terrifying to the extreme. Even if the Starlight Sword was activated with all its strength, and its power was comparable to that of an ordinary Venerable, it could not shake it at all. The power seemed to sink into the ocean and was easily dispelled by that pale hand.
"Little thing, you are too young." A sinister female voice sounded. The person who suddenly appeared and was hidden in the black robe was a female venerable, and her cultivation was obviously better than that of the blood shadow.
The Venerable is more powerful.
The slender pale hand grabbed the Starlight Sword and shook it slightly. Zhu Qingyan was knocked out and hit a mountain wall hard, knocking out a huge hole in the mountain wall and causing rocks to roll down.
Poof!
Zhu Qingyan's face instantly turned as pale as gold paper, and blood spurted out from a large mouth, staining his clothes.
With just one shock, more than 300 bones in his body were broken. If he hadn't been wearing the defensive treasure given to him by his master, he would have been blown to pieces in front of the terrifying power of the Lord.
The power of the Venerable is so terrifying that even if he reaches the eighth level of heaven, he is still out of reach.