Chapter 13580 Magic Treasure Pavilion

Hearing Zhongxuan's words, Mozhi frowned slightly, a worried look on his face. He stroked the sparse beard on his chin and pondered:

“It’s rare for Zhengqitang to get so many evil geniuses. They are their capital to dominate the martial arts world in the future. They can’t just hand them over so easily.

Zhengqitang has invested a lot of effort and resources in the cultivation of these geniuses, just like a stingy miser who would not be willing to give up his wealth easily."

The corners of Chongxuan's mouth slightly lifted, revealing a cold smile. He leaned back in his chair and said leisurely, "If they don't hand it over, then our Demon Tower will cooperate with those forces that are hunting Ling Xiao to put pressure on the Righteousness Hall. Those forces also have certain conflicts of interest with us. When the time comes, they will attack us together, and the Righteousness Hall will be exhausted to cope with it."

Mozhi still shook his head, frowning even more tightly, and analyzed with a serious look: "Zhengqitang is not our Molou, they have the support of the Holy Hall behind them, those foreign forces dare not offend them easily.

The Holy Hall is like an unshakable mountain in the martial arts world, with a profound foundation and supreme prestige. Even if those forces have great courage, they dare not easily provoke the anger of the Holy Hall. "

Chongxuan sneered, his eyes full of mockery and disdain, as if he had already made up his mind: "What if it is the pressure from the Holy Hall? The Holy Hall has long wanted to kill Ling Xiao and take away the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, and will not let Ling Xiao's friends and relatives grow up to threaten their status.

If Zhengqitang doesn't want to be abandoned by the Holy Hall, they have to compromise. Zhengqitang dare not disobey the Holy Hall, otherwise they will lose their greatest support in Zhaixing Tower and become a rootless duckweed. "

Outside the magnificent hall, thick fog surged like the tide, and fine water droplets spread in the air, like a layer of invisible gauze.

Ling Xiao was wearing a fog-hiding cloak made of a special material. Under the cover of the fog, the cloak added a touch of mystery.

However, at this moment, he was hiding under the cloak, his face was terribly gloomy, like the night sky before a storm, covered with dark clouds, which made people feel frightened.

His brows were tightly furrowed, as if they were twisted together by the giant hand of fate. Flames of anger and anxiety burned in his eyes. His nostrils twitched slightly, and from time to time he let out a low and suppressed groan. His hands unconsciously clenched into fists, and his knuckles turned white due to excessive force.

The words just now spoken by the Demon Tower Master, Zhongxuan, were like sharp poisonous thorns, piercing Lingxiao's heart with every word. His words were extremely vicious, full of calculations and malice, but he had to admit that Zhongxuan's analysis was incisive and well-reasoned.

The current situation of Ling Bi and others is like a lone boat in a storm. They may be swallowed by the ruthless waves at any time and are not safe.

Thinking of the danger they might be facing, Ling Xiao felt a sharp pain in his heart, and a strong sense of responsibility surged in his chest. He knew that he had to find a way to rescue these people from this dire straits.

However, rushing to save people is like hitting a rock with an egg. Before saving people, he had to strengthen his own strength. Only when he became stronger would he have enough confidence to fight against the numerous crises.

Moreover, he also wanted to take revenge on this demon building.

As the saying goes, he who does not seek revenge is not a gentleman. When Chongxuan asked him to leave the Demon Tower, although he was unhappy and secretly angry, he did not have too much hatred. After all, the Demon Tower had no obligation to protect him, and this has always been the rule of the martial arts world.

But later, Chongxuan actually sent Dao Mo to attack and kill him, which undoubtedly intensified the conflict completely, and the feud was completely settled.

And now, Chongxuan was even more vicious and wanted to force Zhengqitang to take action against his friends and family. This simply touched Lingxiao's bottom line, which was absolutely intolerable.

He couldn't bear to watch the people he cared about get hurt. A fire of rage burned in his heart, making his eyes more determined.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao took a deep breath, suppressed the anger and anxiety in his heart, and his figure swayed slightly, and quietly disappeared into the thick fog.

He stayed in the Demon Tower these days, seemingly calm and collected, but in fact he was secretly observing carefully, and had already understood the structure of the Demon Tower. Every corridor and every secret passage in the Demon Tower was clearly imprinted in his mind.

Every sect has its own important treasury, which is the foundation of a sect, and the Demon Tower is no exception. The treasure house of the Demon Tower is called the "Demon Treasure Pavilion".

The Magic Treasure Pavilion is located deep in the Magic Building, and is surrounded by a mysterious and strange atmosphere, as if a pair of invisible eyes are always watching everyone who approaches.

The Demonic Treasure Pavilion is like a huge treasure warehouse, storing a large number of treasures accumulated by the Demonic Tower over thousands of years.

Among them, there are extremely sharp weapons that flash with cold light, each of which exudes a fascinating aura, as if telling of the glory and slaughter in the past;
There are magical treasures with different functions, emitting colorful light and containing ancient and powerful power;

There are also some precious materials that are rare in the world. They emit a strange luster. They are the crystallization of nature's thousands of years of nurturing and are rare things that can only be encountered by chance.

Ling Xiao was like an agile wild cat, passing through corridors, bypassing groups of guards, and quietly arrived here. Outside the Magic Treasure Pavilion, there was a small house that looked a bit old and exuded the vicissitudes of time.

Inside the hut, an old man was sitting on a cushion with his eyes closed, practicing quietly. His breathing was even and deep, as if blending into the surrounding air.

This old man is also a well-known elder of the Demon Tower. He is also a high-level strong man in the Baoyuan Realm. His position in the Demon Tower is very important. He is responsible for guarding the Demon Treasure Pavilion and is one of the thirteen demons in the Demon Tower, named Bao Mo.

The Treasure Demon exudes a powerful and restrained aura, like a towering mountain, which makes people afraid. Compared with the Sword Demon, this Treasure Demon is stronger, his strength is unfathomable, and he can stir up a storm with just a wave of his hand.

It would be extremely difficult for Ling Xiao to take him down.

What's more, once he takes action here, the noise will certainly be quite loud and his whereabouts will certainly be exposed. Once exposed, the many masters of the Magic Tower will immediately besiege him. At that time, not only will he be unable to enter the Magic Treasure Pavilion to obtain the treasures, but he will also most likely fall into an irretrievable situation.

Of course, he was not that stupid and would not easily make such an impulsive choice. He quietly hid in the dark, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, and began to plan a more appropriate solution.

After a while, Ling Xiao's expression was stern, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sneer full of sarcasm and confidence. He took a deep breath, and suddenly strange light flowed around his body. These lights were like flexible snake-like lines, entwining and interweaving on his body surface.