The Domain of God

The Heavens were eternal.

The Earth was eternal.

The only thing that changed was the myriad of souls within it. Life and death, fame and benefits, everything had become their main topic.

Creatures had a vile nature. They would never stop living and would never stop fighting.

The empire was vast, with a total of eighteen hundred cities.

Amongst them, the imperial city was the most towering and majestic one, filled with vigor and vigor. There were at least 30 million residents here, and it was huge.

The people here were rich and noble, and had even more chaotic bureaucratic rules, truly dividing the two sides.

The Imperial City was the dream of countless commoners.

Outside of the imperial city, it was either rich or noble. However, this was only to speak of the members of the royal family, as well as some true officials and experts.

The west side of the Imperial City, the west side was where the natural hall resided.

North side of the Imperial City, the location of the Northern Palace was the Hall of Longevity.

On the east side of the imperial city, the location of the Eastern Palace was the Dragon Guard.

South of the imperial city was the imperial city, and it was the location of the city's lord!

Four of the most powerful experts of the dynasty were stationed in all four directions, completely protecting the safety of the royal family.

This was the sacred land, the tiger's lair and the dragon's lagoon. No one dared to be impudent here.

And now, the great army had gathered here. A undercurrent was brewing.

Inside the imperial palace, in the profound blue palace, where the Princess Meng was located.

He was born to be the lord of the house Zhao Mo followed a servant inside and cupped her hands: "Greetings, Your Highness."

Princess Meng laughed tenderly. "I'm really sorry for asking Pavilion Master Zhao to come over. Please take a seat."

Zhao Mo frowned slightly, then casually sat down and said indifferently: "I do not know what special matter Your Highness has brought this humble subject here for?"

Princess Meng laughed: "Pavilion Master Zhao is joking. You are an elder in front of me, how would you dare to explain yourself?"

Zhao Mo glanced at her, and said in a neither warm nor cold voice, "There is naturally no need for this humble subject to explain what Princess Meng is scheming. But there's one thing I hope you won't forget. We will not care about your fight, but don't go overboard. There are still 30 million ordinary citizens in the city! "

"Don't worry, this princess has never dared to forget the warning from Hall Master Zhao," Princess Meng said with a smile.

As they were speaking, a servant girl brought over some good tea leaves and placed them on the side of Zhao Mo's hands.

The fragrance of the tea assaulted the nostrils and penetrated one's soul. It was definitely a precious item among tea.

Zhao Mo remained indifferent, "I'm very busy, if there's nothing else, I will take my leave first."

Princess Meng laughed: "You don't need to be that busy, do you, Hall Master Zhao? Don't tell me this princess can't even delay you a little? "

Zhao Mo frowned, "What exactly do you want to say?"

His identity was noble, and the princess was only a princess, not an overlord. There was no need to be too fearful of him.

Princess Meng laughed: "Why not have a cup of tea first?"

Zhao Mo said indifferently: "Then there's no need."

Princess Meng's expression was slightly unhappy, "Could it be that Hall Master Zhao sensed it, that this princess will harm you?"

Zhao Mo's expression was cold, "If you only want to say these boring words, then this humble subject will take his leave."

While she was speaking, she had already stood up.

The Princess Meng laughed: "Pavilion Master Zhao is really impatient. I naturally have some matters to attend to since this princess has called you here."

Zhao Mo clasped his hands behind his back and said with a deep voice, "Please speak."

The Princess Meng raised her voice and shouted, "Men!"

After a short while, several figures carried a coffin and rushed in. They placed the coffin on the ground, bowed, and left the hall.

Zhao Mo asked coldly: "What does that mean?"

Princess Meng laughed: "My man, by chance, found a coffin in a place. This coffin is quite strange, there's only half a head inside, and there's even a pile of broken bones. However, there were still Soul Essence hidden within, as if it had been there for thousands of years. This princess has always been curious about these matters and has also recalled that Pavilion Master Zhao specializes in cultivating soul power, so I wanted you to help me see who exactly this person is. "

Zhao Mo stared at Princess Meng for a while before walking to the coffin. His face suddenly changed as he pushed the lid back with his palm.

Within the coffin, there were indeed some broken remains that were incomplete.

But Zhao Mo's face became ugly.

Princess Meng grabbed the half skull, and laughed: "Hall Master Zhao, you should have felt it, right? The purity of the Soul Essence contained within was truly rare. "I wonder, with Pavilion Master Zhao's experience, do you know who he is?"

"Crack crack crack!"

Zhao Mo held onto the coffin tightly with both hands, causing cracks to appear on it.

"Crunch."

The skull in Princess Meng's right hand exploded into powder.

"Aiya? Is it actually rotten to this extent? "

Princess Meng was speechless, "I didn't use too much strength."

Zhao Mo's eyes were ice-cold. "Princess Meng, you have passed."

The Princess Meng was puzzled: "Hall Master Zhao, why is it that you don't understand this princess?"

Zhao Mo stretched out his hand and all the ashes fell into his hands. They were solemnly put back into his hands and the coffin lid flew up at the same time.

Princess Meng laughed: "Don't you want to see more, Hall Master Zhao?"

Zhao Mo waved his hand, put away the coffin, and coldly said: "Goodbye."

Princess Meng's face turned cold, "Hall Master Zhao, I respect you as a senior. Do you think that I am some lowly commoner that is not worth mentioning? "

Zhao Mo's feet paused for a moment, and he continued to walk forward.

"Stop him!"

Princess Meng shouted.

More than a hundred figures appeared with a boom, as if they had been lying in ambush for a long time.

"Boom!"

As soon as the hundred figures appeared, they were sent flying by a wave of Soul Essence and died on the spot.

Zhao Mo's eyes were dark as he looked at Princess Meng coldly and harshly, "Your Highness, respecting one's master is the bottom limit of me, Zhao Mo. "Since you have humiliated my Master's corpse, I will forgive you for once for the first time in my life. If the next time happens, I will cripple you even if the emperor were to be present!"

Princess Meng sneered again and again, "Your Master? That must be the Soul King of the God's Shadow! "

"Stop challenging my patience."

Zhao Mo said coldly, "Killing you is as easy as turning my hand."

"How dare you!"

A sharp voice rang out, and an old white-haired eunuch walked over from afar. When he spoke, he was still a hundred meters away, and his voice had not even faded when he arrived outside the hall.

"Zhao Mo, how dare you! How dare you speak to the princess like that!"

The old eunuch shouted, his eyes cold and strange.

Zhao Mo's gaze swept across the Princess Meng as he suddenly laughed wildly, "So you were setting up a trap for me? Are all of you challenging the dignity of the natural hall?! "

The Princess Meng gave a strange smile, "Hall Master Zhao, I can give you a chance. If you surrender to me, I can give you a higher position."

"Higher?"

Zhao Mo ridiculed, "Become an emperor?"

Below the Overlord, were they. How could they possibly be any higher?

"How dare you!"

The old eunuch shouted as he charged at Zhao Mo like a ghost, the horrifyingly fierce horsetail whisk in his hand striking towards Zhao Mo.

"Scram!"

Zhao Mo's eyes flashed, and a large hand formed from Soul Essence sent the old eunuch flying with a bang.

"Boom!"

A palace wall collapsed, but more people appeared.

Just as Zhao Mo was about to rush into the sky, his face suddenly turned cold. He lowered his head and realized that the center of his right palm was completely black and purple.

"Poison?"

The old eunuch appeared once again and said with a sneer, "Zhao Mo, you're too arrogant. I think today next year will be the anniversary of your death! "

Zhao Mo clenched his right hand lightly, and said with a cold smile. "Good, good, very good."

"Tea, coffin, ashes."

Zhao Mo's eyes were filled with killing intent, "Such exquisite poison, it can actually be spread among these things."

"Pa Pa Pa!"

The Princess Meng clapped her hands and laughed, "As expected of Pavilion Master Zhao, he is indeed powerful. Furthermore, there are some things that you do not even need to drink or touch, such as Dragon Soul Tea. "

Zhao Mo placed his hands behind his back and proudly stood there, as his gaze looked in another direction, "Poison Owl, since you're here, come out. Only you can use that poison."

A black skinny man landed in the courtyard with an evil grin on his face. Both of his hands were covered in filth, and even his face looked as if it had not been washed in decades.

"Head."

"Long time no see."

Zhao Mo said indifferently: "I really should have killed you back then."

"Hehe, hahaha!"

"Then you'll regret it. Back then, I only played with a few women to death, and you almost f * * king beat me to death!"

"I've always kept this debt in mind."

Zhao Mo reprimanded her coldly, "Being the Vice Hall Master of the natural hall, being disrespectful is already the greatest indulgence I have for you. I never would have thought that you would dare to cause trouble today. "

"Causing trouble? "No, no, no, no."

The Poisonous Owl shook his head, licked his lips and laughed, "I am not causing trouble today, I will kill you!"

"With just you?"

Zhao Mo said coldly, "Do you all have the qualifications?!"

"What if you add this old man as well?"

A figure quickly appeared, and rushed towards Zhao Mo like a bolt of lightning.

Zhao Mo retreated in panic, and in that instant, blood splattered everywhere.

Zhao Mo's face turned pale, a foot long sword wound appearing on his chest, he stared coldly in front of him.

Jian Wuxin!

Jian Wuxin landed on the ground, with a wave of his hands, ten thousand sword images appeared.

"Zhao Mo, I had wanted to restrain you at first, but now it seems that you will definitely die today!"