Their leader was actually knocked into the ground by a rough man from Qianbao Palace...
All the men in black robes were looking at the deep pit on the ground. The pit was bottomless, with a human-shaped entrance, and darkness below.
Some men in black released their telekinesis to explore, and found that they had to go a thousand meters underground to sense the leader's aura. The aura was weak and gloomy, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured.
Everyone looked at Zhang Qingrong with shock in their eyes.
A stick directly knocked their saint-level leader a thousand meters underground, and he was seriously injured. Who is this person, and why is he so terrifying!
Among the men in black, several other people with saint-level cultivation also looked at Zhang Qingrong with fear.
In the eyes of ordinary people, saints are aloof and king-like.
But among saints, they know very well that even if they are both in the realm of saints, the gap is huge.
The black-robed leader is already the strongest among them. He is no less powerful among the saints in the upper and lower realms in the mainland. There are very few lower-level saints who are stronger than their leader.
Their leader was seriously injured with a stick and was unable to resist at all. I am afraid only a saint in the middle realm can do this.
The remaining four saints all felt chills in their hearts. The middle-level saint was a powerful person with the ability to kill saints, and they definitely couldn't afford to offend him.
The other men in black were even more silent, looking at Zhang Qingrong with fear in their eyes.
boom!
The ground shook, dust flew, and a figure flew out from deep underground and appeared on the ground. The old man in black robe was pale, with bloodstains hanging from the corners of his mouth, looking extremely embarrassed, with dirt sticking to his body, and dirt on his face and head.
"It turned out to be a senior saint in the middle realm. There was a misunderstanding. It was a complete misunderstanding just now."
The old man in black robe flew out of the ground, his expression immediately changed, and he smiled enthusiastically, as if he was meeting an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.
"Dear friends from Qianbao Palace, I was so rude just now. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. From now on, you Qianbao Palace people will have free admission to the World Ladder. I will record Qianbao Palace on the roster now.
"
As he spoke, the old man in black robe took out a pen and diligently entered the words Qianbao Palace on the list.
Cheng Guang stared at him for a moment, his pretty face full of astonishment. There was such a shameless and shameless saint in the world. He could change his face faster than flipping through a book.
"Stupid old man, you are really not afraid of death. Do you think you can just apologize for provoking Qianbao Palace?"
Orange eyes sneered, and she heard the scene of the hundreds of saints in Luxi County being wiped out. Thinking about it now, she felt a little shuddering. A force that came out of nowhere and was so reckless that it actually stopped in front of the world ladder and started robbing.
activities.
Sure enough, just as thoughts flashed through Cheng Guang's mind, he heard a loud bang and Zhang Qingrong swung his stick again, completely ignoring the old man in black robe's overtures.
The old man in black robe had a smile on his face, but he never thought that the next moment he would have disappeared from the ground. By the time he reacted, he had already appeared underground. He felt dizzy for a while, and a tearing pain shot up from his head.
When he came out, there was a burst of energy and blood boiling in his body, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of old blood.
Half of his head was directly smashed by an iron rod. He was bleeding profusely and his hair was disheveled. He looked as ferocious and terrifying as a ghost.
"Your Excellency! You really want to be an enemy of me. I am the inner saint of Dark Soul Mountain. Do you really want to be an enemy of Dark Soul Mountain?"
A cold voice came from the ground, which was extremely gloomy. The old man in black robe crawled out of the ground again, his hair disheveled, his face was covered with blood, and half of his head exploded.
If he hadn't had the cultivation of a saint, if he had been an ordinary person, he would have died from such horrific injuries.
The other men in black also had cold eyes, looking at Xi Qianye and his group with arrogance in their eyes. Although they were not as powerful as others, their backgrounds were such that few people in the entire continent would dare to provoke them.
Dark Soul Mountain!
Zhang Qingrong and Yu Yinghai frowned slightly when they heard this. Dark Soul Mountain is one of the three ancient religions in the dark world. It has an extremely long inheritance and has existed since ancient times. The influence of the three ancient dark religions on the mainland may not be as much as that of Fuhai Sheng.
country, but its power may not be much worse than that of Fuhai Holy Kingdom.
As a great religion with such an ancient heritage, few people on the mainland are willing to provoke it.
"Guys, we are here to collect admission fees on behalf of Dark Soul Mountain. If you dare to be enemies with Dark Soul Mountain, you will never be able to escape Dark Soul Mountain's pursuit even if you step into the World Ladder."
The old man in black robe said coldly.
Only with a strong enough background could they dare to occupy this area and rob. Otherwise, if it had been anyone else, even a saint would not have such courage. After all, all the monks who can reach the world ladder are extraordinary.
"Dark Soul Mountain is an immortal religion, how could it do such a dirty deed?" Gu Qingyan said calmly.
Hua Yiran and Zhang Qingrong also had doubts in their eyes.
Sending people to rob under the World Ladder, Dark Soul Mountain probably wouldn't be able to do such a shameless thing.
When the old man in black robe heard this, his eyes shrank, and a flash of panic flashed in his eyes, but he soon became hardened again, and said coldly: "Humph! How could I lie to you? I am Wu Jiangyan, the sage from the inner sect of Dark Soul Mountain.
This is the sect’s token of Dark Soul Mountain.”
Wu Jiangyan took out something from his sleeve. It was a purple-black talisman, with bursts of ancient and mysterious aura intertwined with it.
Hua Yiran glanced at the purple and black talisman. It was really a token of Dark Soul Mountain and should not be counterfeited.
"The Dark Soul Mountain is naturally very particular about its affairs. Your Thousand Treasures Palace is very powerful and is not subject to the admission fee. You can go over there. I can forget the past and let the past be forgotten. From now on, we will not offend each other."
Wu Jiangyan had a cold face, but his words were not harsh, and he tried to send Xi Qianye and others away.
In fact, how could Anhun Mountain send people to rob here? Wu Jiangyan and the others just spontaneously gathered a group of monks from Anhun Mountain to form a criminal gang organized by themselves. They were not ordered by those above Anhun Mountain at all.
Otherwise, how could the dignified and immortal ancient religion do such funny things?
Wu Jiangyan and the others knew that if they stepped into the World Ladder, it would be difficult for them to get any big opportunities, so they simply stayed under the World Ladder and occupied the land as kings, blocking the way and robbing the monks who came in batches.
Not to mention that a group of people have made a lot of money in a few days. After all, not every force that came to the Tianlan Ruins has a saint. Even if there is a saint in the sect, facing a lineup like Wu Jiangyan and the others, they will not be able to make a lot of money.
will shrink.
As for hitting the iron plate, it is not impossible, but with the existence of such a big background as Dark Soul Mountain, I can get through it safely every time.
After all, there are not many people who dare to offend an immortal ancient religion like Dark Soul Mountain.
When Wu Jiangyan saw Zhang Qingrong silent, he seemed to hesitate, and a flash of pride flashed in his eyes. He has Dark Soul Mountain as his backer, who dares to touch him?
Zhang Qingrong looked at Xi Qianye with a look of inquiry in his eyes.