When the Master of the Killing Palace saw this woman appearing in the underground bar, Tian Lingling's face changed drastically, and the glass in his hand was crushed with a "click".
The Master of the Palace to Stop Killing? When did she target me? I have never interacted with anyone from the Palace to Stop Killing. Li Xianzong looked shocked, and the information about the Palace Master to Stop Killing automatically appeared in his mind.
He is a musician by profession and is suspected to be at the peak of the saint realm. He calmly retreated from the siege of Xiahou's family a while ago and is currently wanted.
"Uncle Tian, what happened to the Chu family's massacre? She seems to have come to see you specially?" Li Xianzong quietly put his hand into his trouser pocket and pinched the chalk.
"Li Xianzong, you really killed me!"
Tian Lingling's face was ashen. When he heard the words "Chu family destroyed", he knew that this woman was here for him. Li Xianzong didn't know when he was targeted by the other party, and then he followed the clues and found this place.
"Boy, I will be responsible for holding her back later. You find a way to leave first." Although Tian Lingling wanted to blow Li Xianzong's head off, she still made a rational decision.
He is a Level 5 Mist Lord. With the combat power of the evil profession, he can compete with the level 6 lawful profession.
Although the Master of the Killing Palace is at the pinnacle of the Saint Realm and cannot be defeated, there is still no problem in struggling with him for a while.
Besides, there are twenty or thirty evil professions here, all of them are practitioners with twisted temperaments but strong combat prowess.
At this time, the gangsters in the underground bar had not yet reacted.
Several men near the stairs whistled with ambiguous expressions and said jokingly:
"Little sister, are you wearing such a beautiful dress to go out to play? Tsk, this dress is great, it looks like a lady from ancient times."
"You ladies, lift up your skirt and let your brothers see it."
There was laughter everywhere, and they thought that the girl in the red dress was the same kind who came to the underground bar to have fun.
The Master of the Killing Palace turned his head and looked at the man who made the joke.
The next moment, a red thread as thin as a hair was thrown over, making a shrill whistle.
The man's lewd smile froze on his face, and then his head slowly slipped from his neck.
The red thread wrapped around his head and rolled all the way to the stairs, leaving a trail of blood and rolling to the skirt of the Master of the Killing Palace.
She raised her fair and exquisite jade feet, stepped on the head's face, and giggled: "Does the bottom of her skirt look good?"
The underground bar fell into dead silence for an instant.
Where did this madman come from?
This sick laughter and this decisive character are simply more bloodthirsty than the bewitching demon and more perverted than the illusionist.
Tian Lingling shouted:
"Everyone, be careful. She is the master of the Killing Palace and a musician at the pinnacle of the saints. Let's work together to kill her."
Wow! Everyone stood up and stared at the woman in the red dress at the stairs with solemn expressions.
Several men and women also stopped moving. The woman let go of her legs holding the man's waist. They didn't even wear any clothes or pants, so they hurriedly got into a posture to face the enemy.
It turns out that this crazy woman is the master of the Killing Palace, no wonder
As Songhai native travelers, they naturally know the name of the master of Zhizhi Palace. This person is one of the strongest men below the elder level.
"Are you drafting it? Tian Lingling, I came to you to spend money, not to seek death."
"What are you afraid of? If this woman dares to come here, we will beat her to death in a round-robin battle. If she is below the Dominator level, there is no chance of getting out alive."
"Tian Lingling is also a saint. With our help, we are afraid that she will become a crazy woman."
The Master of the Killing Palace bent down, dipped a handful of blood on the head with his palm, and gently smeared it on the silver mask, revealing a sad and beautiful face.
The next second, countless slender red lines stretched out from behind her, like a cluster of blooming red flowers, and like twisted and terrifying tentacles.
The bartender grabbed a shotgun from the drawer of the wine cabinet and threw it to Tian Lingling in front of the bar. The latter picked it up, pointed it at the Killing Palace Master, and pulled the trigger.
"boom!"
The muzzle of the gun was sprayed with gunpowder smoke, and the barrage was directed toward the stairs.
The powerful shotguns were easily deflected by those red ropes as thin as hair.
This shot started the melee. The evil walkers beside the booths were pulling out guns, some were getting props, and some were not having anything, as well as skills and hand-to-hand combat.
The Master of the Killing Palace raised his long, snow-white neck, and a beautiful and loud singing voice burst out from his throat.
As the songs echoed, the gangsters in the underground bar were slightly in a trance, their murderous intentions dissipated in their hearts, their fears were calmed, and their mentality became extremely peaceful.
Musicians can convey emotions through singing and influence the listeners.
Mainstream musicians have three major abilities: hypnosis, soothing, and inspiration.
Senior musicians may perform more sophisticated operations, such as using a certain song to enhance the emotions contained in the music and lyrics, so that the listener can have corresponding emotions.
The more types of music there are, the more methods there are.
In the gap when everyone lost their fighting spirit and was comforted, the red thread behind the Killing Palace Master sprang out and divided into two parts. One part attacked the evil walker next to the booth, and the other part attacked Tian Lingling and Li Xianzong in front of the bar.
Puff puff.
On the spot, six or seven people had their heads and hearts pierced by red threads, and died silently.
An illusionist screamed loudly before he died.
Her voice couldn't compare with the singing voice of Palace Master Zhi Sha, but it was like a pebble, causing ripples. Tian Lingling, who was trying his best to compete with the singing, got excited and used the mental shock of the illusionist to break free from the singing.
Li Xianzong suddenly woke up, and without thinking, he summoned a dirty, foul-smelling coat and put it on himself.
He closed his eyes and muttered: "You can't hit me, you can't hit me."
The red lines shot out pierced Li Xianzong's lower abdomen, thighs, and arms, but the attacks on his head, heart, and other vital parts separated strangely, with some heading towards the ceiling and some falling to the ground.
He was using the third ability of this saint-level item - praying!
Cursing and cutting off blessings will definitely not be able to sway Palace Master Zhi Kill, so you might as well make your luck better.
"Hiss~"
Li Xianzong's face twitched in pain.
On the other side, Tian Lingling stood still, her muscles swelled, splitting her coat. Amidst the sound of "stabbing", two illusory arms that were not solid enough protruded from the shoulder blades. One hand held a long knife, and the other held a short blade.
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Two swords, one long and one short, were swung to cut off the red thread coming from the sword.
The red thread falls lightly to the ground, like red rain.
Tian Lingling was about to hold two swords and start a close combat with the Master of the Palace of Killing, when he suddenly saw the woman in red dress at the top of the stairs, raised her white wrists and snapped her fingers.
"Snapped!"
Those severed red threads came back to life, wrapping around Tian Lingling like tentacles and binding them layer by layer.
The red thread continued to shrink and tighten, bit by bit cutting open the skin of this Level 5 Mist Lord, and blood flowed from the fine slit-like wounds.
"dominate?"
Tian Lingling's expression finally changed.
Level 5 Mist Lord has a signature skill - Bronze Head and Iron Arm.
This skill established the bewitching demon's dominance in the field of melee combat. Tian Lingling was extremely confident in her own defense. She believed that even a lawful profession at the peak of the saint realm could not easily break through her own defense.
But as soon as they met, the proud man of steel was broken by the red line that stopped the palace master from killing him.
When did she become the master? The killing dungeon has clearly not started yet.
The master? Li Xianzong's heart trembled. He quickly distanced himself from Tian Lingling and fled towards the corner of the underground bar. At the same time, he took out the chalk in his trouser pocket.
Her real target is Tian Lingling, not me. As long as Tian Lingling can hold back this crazy woman, I can escape.
On Tian Lingling's bald head, the twisted and crisscrossed tattoos lit up with black light, and the light turned into a vortex, causing people's mentality to become distorted, seeing hallucinations in their eyes, and experiencing auditory hallucinations in their ears.
The lines on Tian Lingling's head are not tattoos, but the manifestation of the upgraded power of bewitchment. As a bewitched demon in the extraordinary stage, the runes are hidden in the eyes. When the saint reaches the realm, the runes will slowly spread throughout the body.
When you reach the realm of domination, bewitchment runes are all over your body. As long as a low-level practitioner takes a look at them, they will become insane and be bewitched by them.
"Kill her, kill her no matter the cost." Tian Lingling's voice was low and ethereal.
Immediately, the evil profession who was still alive next to the booth had red eyes and rushed towards the Killing Palace Master desperately.
The Master of the Killing Palace raised his arm and waved it vigorously. The dense red lines were like a fountain, twisting and fluttering across the entire place.
Ping-ping-pong-pong sounds were heard, the backs of chairs were cut off, fine cracks were made on the bar counter, the table was split into two halves, the cuts were even, the bodies of the evil professionals were torn apart, their heads flew up, they were cut off at the waist, and their hands and feet were separated.
Li Xianzong avoided most of the attacks by praying, but suddenly his neck hurt and was brushed by a hair-like red thread.
He covered his neck and staggered back, blood spurting out from between his fingers.
"Blood, I want blood." Li Xianzong glanced around randomly and caught a glimpse of an evil walker a few meters away from him. His upper body and lower body were separated. He struggled painfully but did not die immediately.
He staggered towards his target.
At this time, Tian Lingling took the opportunity to cut through the entangled red thread and fled towards the back door of the bar. In the process, he grabbed an old black clay pot from the inventory and smashed it to the ground.
In an instant, layers of twisted illusions filled the space.
The body of the Master of the Killing Palace suddenly disintegrated and turned into a red craze, rushing into the illusion and chasing Tian Lingling.
Li Xianzong waited for the opportunity, immediately took out the butterfly knife and stabbed the evil walker in the heart.
The bewitched demon's bloodthirsty was passively stimulated, Li Xianzong's pupils lit up with scarlet light, and he continuously sucked the opponent's essence and blood, and the wound on his neck slowly healed.
Then, ignoring the terrifying and twisted illusions around him, he quickly squatted down and drew a circle around him.
A curtain of yellow light descended, wrapped around him and disappeared.
The back door of the bar.
Arms, thighs, and torsos were scattered on the ground here, with hot organs mixed with blood flowing out.
The Master of Zhisha Palace stepped on the bloodstains with her bare feet, holding Tian Lingling's head in her hand, and she put the torso back together bit by bit.
Then, she put on a black cloak that exuded yin energy. In an instant, dark and sticky abilities surged in her pupils, communicating with the spirit body in the remaining body.
"Tian Lingling, Earth Lingling, tell me which king led the massacre of the Chu family twenty-one years ago, and where are the rules and props of the Chu family?"
She muttered it several times and swallowed the spirit body in one gulp.
Official Forums.
#李兴宗attacked Pingtai Hospital, the target was Yuanshi Tianzun#
At noon today, a post hit the headlines of the official forum and was highlighted in red.
"According to a reliable senior of Taiyi Sect, today's attack on Songhai Pingtai Hospital was a hunt carefully planned by the military commander Li Xianzong to target Yuanshi Tianzun.
"Fortunately, although Yuanshi Tianzun was seriously injured, he managed to survive. After this incident, we were able to analyze the gap in combat power between the two sides. According to the senior of the Taiyi Sect, the thick fog shrouded the inside of the hospital, and when it receded, it would
Just two minutes.
"But when colleagues from the Songhai branch found Yuanshi Tianzun, his life was already hanging by a thread. This shows that Li Xianzong is extremely powerful and cannot be taken lightly."
"This attack has kicked off the evil professional trial. Colleagues from all branches are asked to be alert to possible sneak attacks in the near future.
"As for the follow-up of Yuanshi Tianzun and Li Xianzong, this post will continue to be updated. Please click and pay attention."
During this period of time, official practitioners from various places have been prepared, but so far, everything is relatively calm. As mentioned in the post, the terrorist incident caused by Li Xianzong can be regarded as the prelude to the trial of the evil camp.
Next, evil professions everywhere will surely take notice and start hunting down the targets they have chosen.
[The future is long: Yuanshi Tianzun couldn’t beat Li Xianzong, but he couldn’t hold on for two minutes, which I didn’t expect.]
[Last Day Kuduo: Yuanshi Tianzun still lacks some foundation. Although he is strong in the extraordinary stage, he is still far behind the real leader. This conflict allows us to roughly see his level clearly. 】
[Please call me Queen: Why don't the two people upstairs call you "Tianzun"? Don't inflate others' ambitions and destroy your own prestige. Yuanshi Tianzun has only been around for more than a month. If you give him another half a year, he may not lose to Li Xianzong. 】
[Piggy George: I had expected that he would be targeted by the evil organization, but I didn’t expect that it would be Li Xianzong. I hope he can survive this crisis. 】
[Jiang Yang: To be on the safe side, I think Yuanshi Tianzun should hide first to avoid the limelight. 】
[Sentimental Jenny: Lao Jiang’s bad habit of showing off has happened again. He is hiding wherever he can. He will search for Li Xianzong throughout the process, kill him, and get the reward. 】
In the forum, official practitioners from various places actively spoke and participated in discussions.
In the middle and end of each year, the forum is always the most lively, but it is also the heaviest. Maybe a colleague who just made a meritorious service today will die tomorrow due to an attack by an evil profession.
Regarding Li Xianzong's high-profile attack, official practitioners everywhere were angry but helpless.
After all, it's not within their jurisdiction.
The most he could do was to make some suggestions so that Yuanshi Tianzun could avoid the limelight. It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years. If the situation was calm for a while, he might not need to take action. In a few days, Li Xianzong would die in the encirclement and suppression.
Official practitioners from the Songhai branch and other districts vowed to hunt down Li Xianzong.
He complained about the ineffectiveness of officials in Kangyang District.
Underground black market.
The boxing champion leads several team members to patrol his territory and maintain order.
The people in Songhai were not in panic because of the confrontation between the camps. On the contrary, they came to the black market more frequently.
On the one hand, it is a critical period when intelligence and information become particularly important. On the other hand, at this time, the underground black market will usher in a gambling boom.
Gambling is a bad human nature.
A team member next to the boxing champion frequently looked at the gambling table and whispered:
"Boss, the odds between Yuanshi Tianzun and Li Xianzong have reached 1:20. You just came back from a meeting today. You should know some information, right? What do you think if I win by betting on him?"
The boxing champion glanced at him: "You can buy a draw, but don't buy Yuanshi Tianzun to win."
The guys behind me immediately understood that the forum posts were telling the truth.
It's dark at night, Huayu Hotel.
In the presidential suite, Xie Lingxi sat on the balcony, frowning, browsing the official forum of the Five Elements Alliance over and over again.
The female assistant stood on one side and reported:
"We have inquired with the Kangyang District Second Team. Yuanshi Tianzun is recuperating at home and is fine. However, I heard that when the officials found him, his life was already hanging by a thread.
"Miss, if you care about Yuanshi Tianzun, why don't you call and ask yourself?"
Xie Lingxi said angrily:
"You've never been in love, so I'm too lazy to tell you."
Aren't you the same one yourself? The female assistant was ridiculed suddenly and felt unconvinced.
Xie Lingxi frowned slightly: "If the post is not exaggerated, then the gap between Brother Yuanshi and Li Xianzong is indeed very big. Alas, he is in danger this time. It is best to avoid the limelight."
The female assistant said: "After all, they are talents cultivated by Bishop Bing, the best in the extraordinary stage."
Xie Lingxi closed the computer, looked at the female assistant, and said:
"My dad told me to keep an eye on Brother Yuanshi before, but now that this happened, he didn't contact me. Heh, he must have come to see you privately today. What did he say?"
The female assistant hesitated for a moment and told the truth: "I didn't say anything. The head of the family asked me to keep a wait-and-see approach. During this period, I will keep a close eye on you and not have any contact with Yuanshi Tianzun. I probably want to see if he can survive."
"I know, you should be cautious when investing. He has always been like this." Xie Lingxi curled his lips.
But I have my own style.
She grabbed her cell phone and sent a sweet voice message: "Brother Yuanshi, can you come to the hotel tomorrow? I want to treat you to a meal."
In the bedroom, Zhang Yuanqing was lying on the bed, closing his eyes and falling asleep, his mental energy settling in his body, mobilizing the power of the twelfth yin, slowly nourishing the little Doubi.
His face looked a little sluggish, as if he was just recovering from a serious illness.
Even if the Night Travel God has strong vitality, it will take two days to fully recover.
While he was caring for the little boy, he was reviewing the day's battles.
Review over and over again.
"No matter how I deal with it, I have no chance of winning. The red dance shoes are not around and there is a gap in levels. Directly using the red hijab to scare the opponent off is the lowest risk solution.
"But I only have the last red hijab left, and Li Xianzong has a "teleportation" tool, which is no better than the 'Wang Wuji' at that time. If he attacks me one or two more times, I will be dead."
"We must upgrade to level 3 as soon as possible."
It was impossible not to be discouraged after a tragic defeat at the hands of Li Xianzong. Although the other party was higher in level than him, in terms of age, they were almost the same, they could be considered peers, and both were in the extraordinary stage.
It seems a bit self-deceiving to comfort myself by saying that the time to become is too short.
Not only was he seriously injured today, but Xiaodoubi was also almost knocked out of his mind.
This revenge must be avenged, but thinking about the gap in combat power between the two sides, Zhang Yuanqing felt a little discouraged and powerless.
At this time, light footsteps came from outside the door.
Just by listening to the footsteps, he knew that his aunt was coming.