Daming: Let you supervise the country according to the order, and you go to cultivate immortals?

Chapter 234

"How strong?"

Zhu Xiongying frowned.

With the breath of Baili Changfeng appearing in this piece of Guiyun Zangjian, the focus of the entire Beiming is focused on this.

Roughly estimated, there are at least dozens of immortal-level powers who are continuing to pay attention to the changes of Guiyun Zangjian. At this time, it is normal for some big boss who can't sit still to show up.

"It's very strong, and this aura is very familiar. The old master must have been in contact with it before."

Teacher Cang was frowning, thinking and judging, who is the master of this energy.

"Ah, I remember!"

Teacher Cang appeared in the body of a sword spirit, hovering beside Zhu Xiongying.

Qing Cang Sword Spirit was born from the condensed sword intent of Baili Changfeng, so as long as Teacher Cang is willing, he can make him invisible to everyone except Zhu Xiongying.

Wang Donglai smiled faintly.

"Nothing to do with you."

Hei Tian was taken aback for a moment, then flashed back to the battle with Baili Changfeng today in his mind, the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

The north of Beiming, the polar deep sea.

Wang Donglai smiled faintly, then turned around, and in front of him, a door of nothingness opened.

"From the perspective of breath, this guy should be much stronger than before."

However, Hu Yanxu was stunned.

The Tianyin Pool is the holy land of the ghost mountain, and the spiritual power of the entire ghost mountain is gathered in this Tianyin pool.

"Go down and rest."

Skyrim on paper.

After all, how can such a good fortune be their senior brother.

The moment this Dao Qi appeared, it instantly shattered and dissipated into bits of starlight.

"You said it wouldn't be that ghost emperor?"

Murong Li pinched his beard and said with a smile.

..............................

And above this mountain range, an enchantment is above this mountain range, isolating the sea area, forming a completely independent space.

Wang Donglai was extremely satisfied with this Heitian.

This three thousand li void is blocked by Murongli and Wang Zhen together.

Murong Li's voice hadn't finished yet.

"Insanity."

There was joy in the eyes of the two ghost kings.

"This sect announces that the disciple of Cangjian is..."

Wang Zhen and Murong Li were still frowning.

In the situation of life and death, if the two of them don't run, they will have to wait for death.

At the bottom of this deep sea, there is an endless mountain range.

Even the existence of the Immortal First Realm cannot see the existence of Teacher Cang.

"Yeah, it's him, this guy is so cowardly."

Now that the ghost emperor appeared, the two of them naturally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Little master, they are all watching you."

Everything happened today, too fast.

All Tibetan sword disciples stared and looked up.

As soon as these words came out, Heitian frowned even more.

"Little Baili, are you still in this world?"

The seven thousand Tibetan sword disciples, watching these ghost disciples leave, could not suppress the sword in their hands, and many of them wanted to rush up and do it directly, but they were all stopped by Hu Yanxu.

These people looked at Zhu Xiongying with different eyes.

In the whole world, there were no more than five fingers who dared to act unscrupulously in front of their two immortal first-level sword cultivators.

When everything was settled, the entire hidden sword became silent instead.

At this moment, among the thirty or fifty immortal powers, any one who stomped their feet outside would make the ground tremble three times, and they would all stand respectfully, not daring to breathe.

However, Zhu Xiongying believes that with Sikong Ruoyi's talent, once he really starts to practice, the speed of improvement will reach an extremely terrifying speed.

Murongli's eyes were deep, and he looked at the Hidden Sword Sword Tomb. This sentence seemed to be asking others, but also seemed to be asking himself.

To be honest, the two of them were the ones who had the hardest time, facing Murongli who was most likely in the first realm of immortality, and Wang Zhen who was in the first realm of immortality, and both of them were extremely aggressive sword cultivators.

Murongli's white eyebrows were furrowed tightly, and Wang Zhen, who was beside him, also raised her vigilance to the extreme at this time.

But if you want to really recover, or restore the strength of the Immortal First Realm, it is absolutely impossible not to retreat for thousands of years.

Wang Zhen and Murongli's brows furrowed even tighter.

After all the disciples of Ghost Mandrill had left, the entire place where the sword was hidden became silent.

Ghost Mandrill Heitian.

"I know who you are waiting for."

Perhaps, it can be successful.

And the direction they were looking at was also where the Sword Tomb where the sword was hidden.

Zhu Xiongying swept across the seven thousand Tibetan sword disciples.

The ghost emperor smiled heartily, and looked at Wang Zhen who was on the side again.

Ghost Emperor Wang Donglai smiled lightly.

"My lord, Baili Changfeng is still hiding the sword, with him here, I'm afraid..."

Wave your hands slightly.

Running really fast?

Even if you are the ghost emperor, you are not the opponent of Baili Changfeng.

The reason why they didn't run before was because the three thousand miles of space in this direction were blocked, even if they wanted to take Hei Tian to run, they couldn't do it, they couldn't just rely on flying.

Here is Ghost Mountain.

Hearing Teacher Cang's words, Zhu Xiongying was suddenly speechless.

Therefore, look at this issue from the most cost-effective point of view.

Wang Zhen didn't speak any more, but just gave Murongli a meaningful look.

"If your deity comes, the two of us are really not sure to keep him, but it's just an incarnation..."

"Oh? I didn't expect senior to still remember my name. I'm really honored."

"What does God mean?"

Feeling the appearance of this qi at this moment, the last force was instantly dissipated.

On the imperial throne of this hall, the Ghost Emperor Wang Donglai let out a chirping tsing-clothed voice, his face was as handsome as a monster, and he was sweeping past the 50 people standing in the hall.

Teacher Cang hovered beside Zhu Xiongying, pointing to the seven thousand Tibetan sword disciples.

Both of them knew who was coming.

But both of them will also pay a great price.

As for the other disciples of Ghost Mandrill, after receiving the order from the Ghost Emperor, they all scrambled towards the gate of nothingness like crazy.

He looked at Zhu Xiongying who was sitting beside him.

Bowing to salute, Heitian turned and left.

"Don't worry, the Emperor's decision has never been wrong."

And in this ghost mountain, there are actually thirty or fifty people.

The three or fifty people in the hall all bowed, and then all retreated.

Heitian bowed, his complexion was not very good, Ghost Emperor Wang Donglai shot to temporarily stop the sword energy in Heitian's body.

Ghost Mandrill Heitian, who had exhausted his remaining vitality, fought desperately.

"Look east."

After all, this is the first existence in Guishan who has stepped into the first realm of immortality besides him, which means that in the future, he can trust Hei Tian to do many things instead of doing it himself.

But judging from the voice, it was extremely sunny and clear, not at all like the gloomy ghost emperor who was huddled in the ghost mountain and couldn't survive, but rather like a high-spirited young man in the rivers and lakes.

"He won't show up."

Among the huge hall of all saints, only ghost emperor Wang Donglai sat on the throne.

"The old man is old and can't understand what it means."

At the core of the ghost mountain, there is a huge black city, and here is the ghost mountain's holy land of demons, ghost emperor city.

I saw a hazy shadow appearing in front of Ghost Mandrill Heitian, but I couldn't see the specific appearance of this shadow, and this was not the real body, it should be just an external incarnation of the ghost emperor.

"Just go to Tianyin Pool, your injury will heal faster."

The world was silent, as if everything had fallen into a stillness, and no sound came out.

But Zhu Xiongying could feel the strong intention in Sikong Ruoyi.

There are surprises, doubts, envy, and dissatisfaction.

Baili Changfeng is still alive, so how can something big happen?

"Senior Wang Zhen, there is no need to waste your efforts. Although I came here today as an avatar, as long as you want to take away people, just the two of you are not enough."

As soon as this sentence came out, Heitian was startled.

Suddenly, his face changed.

Zhu Xiongying glanced at Sikong Ruoyi who was standing not far away, this little rose looked calm, from the beginning to now, it was like watching a play.

"Seniors, long time no see."

This name is the name of Guishan Ghost Emperor, and no one has said it for a long, long time.

It's no wonder that when the ghost mandrill appeared back then, the entire holy land of immortals in Beiming was terrified.

The tone was very calm, but every word was extremely arrogant, obviously he didn't take Murongli and Wang Zhen seriously.

"It's the guy who ran so fast back then!"

The seven thousand Tibetan sword disciples have not yet reacted from the previous chaotic scenes. After all, for them, this is the first experience in their lives, and they have seen the sword god with their own eyes.

In front of the ghost emperor, he beheaded the disciples of ghost mandrill, and it was uncertain whether the sword god would strike again. Hu Yanxu didn't dare to play with fire like this.

A slight crackling sound.

Shen Yifeng led the Tianyun Sword Sect and quickly followed.

"Cough cough."

"Ghost Mandrill disciple, follow me back to the mountain."

All the ghost kings in Ghost Emperor City gathered in the Hall of All Saints, counting them, there are as many as thirty or fifty,

And right now.

His eyes swept to the surrounding Tibetan sword elders, and then to the seven thousand Tibetan sword disciples.

"My lord, my subordinates are not doing well, please punish me."

In fact, there is a saying that Heitian didn't say directly.

And Ghost Emperor Wang Donglai was only an incarnation, and the ban they had joined forces broke in a single thought, which meant that if the two of them forcibly blocked this incarnation of Ghost Emperor.

Because the breath of Baili Changfeng came out from this sword mound.

A voice came from this hazy shadow.

When Baili Changfeng killed the seven ghost kings with a single sword, the ghost emperor of Guishan was the first to run away, and then announced that Guishan would hide from the world for ten thousand years.

When Teacher Cang sensed a puff of Qi, the rest of the people also sensed it immediately.

Having said that, everyone held their breath.

click.

His gaze first looked at Cang Yue Immortal.

As the weakest being present, Sikong Ruoyi was obviously very unwilling.

If Hei Tian heals his wounds in Tianyin Pool, his recovery speed will be ten times faster, and he can leave the level in a hundred years.

Murongli and Wang Zhen looked at each other, both frowning.

I saw the sword that Murongli condensed.

Beside Zhu Xiongying, Hu Yanxu appeared at some point.

halloween.

Whether it is Wang Zhen or Murongli, they are all the people in charge of their respective sects. Not to mention the two of them are seriously injured, but if anything goes wrong, it will affect the position of the sect in Beiming.

"what is your name?"

But Cang Yue didn't look at him at all, which made Hu Yanxu, who hoped to get Cang Yue's immortal instructions, very sad.

"Brother Murong, what do you think of the Ghost Emperor's words just now?"

Zhu Xiongying was taken aback, what kind of description is this.

The reason why Cang teacher can perceive it in advance is because Cang teacher is a sword spirit, and his sensitivity to qi is stronger than usual.

"A big event is about to happen, I can't wait for you for a thousand years."

The two ghost kings beside him also breathed a long sigh of relief at this time.

"My subordinate understands."

"I know what you're worried about."

Wang Zhen is an old woman with a bent back.

Return to the cloud to hide the sword.

Originally, I thought that when I came to this world, I had to get in touch with it step by step from a small realm, but who would have thought that this kind of shit happened when I first came out, and the guys who came out were better than the other.

"Baili Changfeng, I want to see how long your sword soul can last."

Then, Hu Yanxu took a deep breath.

Following Wang Zhen's words, a crack of nothingness also appeared in front of her.

At this time, a dry cough sounded, mixed with the power of cultivation, and spread instantly.

The gate of nothingness also dissipates.

With the support of the two ghost kings, Ghost Mandrill Heitian also followed closely.

The sound is as thin as a mosquito.

Immortal powers that cannot be seen on weekdays appeared one after another, and even the ghost emperor who was so discolored appeared.

boom.

And if Hei Tian was thrown away, he would still be killed by the Ghost Emperor.

After all, if an ordinary sect has three or five immortal chaos-level powers, it can be considered powerful. For example, the One Sword Sect and the Tianyun Sword Sect only have three or five immortal powers. The top sword sect in the land of Beiming.

"Return."

"It's really fun."

However, at the moment when this broken sound sounded, everyone's hearts suddenly relaxed, because at this moment, the blocked void was completely restored.

Of course, outsiders call this hall the Hall of Ten Thousand Ghosts.

After all, he folded his body, put his hands behind his back, and stepped into the gate of nothingness leisurely.

Only one person remains in this temple.

In such a big battle just now, the seven thousand hidden sword disciples killed more than a hundred people and injured a thousand people.

hum!
The entire void, for a moment, fell into a downtime state.

Murong Li whispered.

"God."

These Ghost Mandrill disciples all came here with high spirits and murderous intent, but now, they don't want to stay in this place where Guiyun hides the sword for a second.

..............................

He knew that he didn't need to fight desperately and was saved.

"After the old master slashed down with a sword, he only took one look at this guy, and he ran away in a flash."

The source of Beiming's demonic way, the gathering place of thousands of ghost disciples.

Zhu Xiongying just glanced at Hu Yanxu indifferently, then stood up and stretched his waist, then brushed the ashes from his buttocks, his eyes swept over the seven thousand Tibetan sword disciples in front of him.

"Remember my name."

The voice slowly sounded in this Hidden Sword Square.

"Zhu Xiongying."

(End of this chapter)