Chapter 2932 Sword God Temple
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Qian Li Mu Chen
Chapter 2932 Sword God Temple
"Boss, the border of the Sword Dynasty is ahead."
A few days later, Ling Xiao's cultivation broke through to the mid-stage of the thirteenth hell of the Yin-Yang Realm.
And he and Xiao Jin also arrived at the border of the Sword Dynasty.
"Sword Dynasty, here I come!"
Ling Xiao clenched his fists.
It will be a new beginning here, but he will never forget what he has to do.
But if he wants to find Yue Fanghua and take revenge on the Wang Quan family, he must become stronger!
Keep getting stronger!
"Boss, are you really planning to go to that Demon Dragon Sword Court?"
Xiao Jin asked suddenly.
"Not necessarily. Master is just a suggestion. I won't go there lightly without understanding the Demon Dragon Sword Court."
Although Zongmen is a stepping stone for Ling Xiao to quickly improve his strength, it doesn't necessarily mean he has to join.
So he is in no rush to make a decision.
While speaking, one person and one beast had already stepped into the border of the Sword Dynasty.
Although the border town is small, it is very lively.
Ling Xiao intends to rest here and inquire about the situation of the Sword Dynasty by the way.
After all, he is completely unfamiliar with this place.
Sitting in the teahouse, ordered some buns and a pot of tea, Ling Xiao and Xiao Jin ate.
The energy in food is beneficial to the improvement of cultivation, and it is also very important for warriors.
Although it doesn't matter if you don't eat it, there is absolutely no harm in eating it.
But as soon as he sat down, he felt a terrible pressure.
Around him, several masters suddenly appeared.
Although these people wore different clothes, they all had a cloak hanging behind them.
On the cloak, there is a big word "sword".
Ling Xiao found that his cultivation base was definitely considered poor among these people.
The Sword Dynasty, as expected of the Sword Dynasty, is indeed more powerful than places like Chen Guo.
One of the nine most powerful forces in the Western Regions, that's really not a blow.
"Oh!"
A table was suddenly overturned, and for some unknown reason, a warrior wearing a sword-shaped cloak became mad at a few people who had just arrived in this border town like Ling Xiao.
"Your Excellency is too much?"
The table was overturned, and those few people naturally found it hard to accept.
You must know that the cultivation base of each of them is around the middle stage of the thirteen levels of hell in the yin and yang realm.
This kind of strength, in places like Chen Country and Volcano Country, is definitely at the top.
So it is impossible for them to suffer from such uselessness.
Moreover, there are many of them, and there is only one person on the other side, how can they be afraid?
"Excessive? Even more extreme is yet to come!"
The person wearing the sword-shaped cloak suddenly made a move, and a sword pierced the throat of the speaker.
The man died on the spot.
"Dead! Dead!"
The faces of the other warriors changed greatly in fright.
"Now you know how powerful you are? All warriors in the Sword Dynasty must register!
You newcomers, no matter where you come from, no matter how arrogant you were before, you are all fledglings here!
Whoever dares to make trouble will end up just like him! "
The murderer was very indifferent and arrogant, pointing to the warrior who was killed, he said loudly.
"Let me tell you the rules, you newcomers.
The warriors of the Sword Dynasty are all under the control of the 'Sword God Palace', and the Sword God Palace is directly subordinate to the Sword Emperor.
Every warrior who belongs to the Sword God Temple can get such a cloak and a waist card.
Prove that you are willing to allegiance to the Sword Dynasty! "
The murderer sneered, and then greeted: "Everyone who eats put down their food, come and gather!
We need to check the badge! "
Hearing such a domineering voice, Ling Xiao realized that he might have come to a place that was more cruel than Chen Guo.
In the Sword Dynasty, all fighters actually have to register at the Sword God Temple.
This is tantamount to belonging to the imperial court.
I am afraid that even the freedom of identity will be restricted.
"Boss, what shall we do?"
Xiao Jin asked.
"Let's take a look first and then talk. If it comes, it will be safe. As long as the request is not too excessive, we can agree."
Arriving in an unknown place, facing a group of powerful warriors, Ling Xiao was very cautious in doing things.
He didn't want to cause his own death because of his carelessness.
In that case, what will Yue Fanghua do?
What about his Eight Immortals?
What about his Celestial Empire?
He left the table with the others and walked to the open space next to him.
After the murder incident just now, no one dared to shout anymore. No matter if you were a hero or a bear, you have to follow the rules of the Sword God Temple when you come here.
The people of the Sword God Temple looked at these outsiders with contempt, like a butcher looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
"Come in line and get a temporary ID card! Everyone pays 100 million low-grade spirit stones!"
Several fighters from the Sword God Temple quickly set up a table, then took out an iron waist card and placed it on the table, one of them said.
100 million low-grade spirit stones, this is really not a small amount.
Although it is nothing to Ling Xiao, it is definitely not cheap to most warriors.
I'm afraid that even a martial artist who has been trained in the thirteenth hell of the Yin-Yang realm, there are not many who can show it.
Even if there was, it would be bankrupt.
This is obviously making things difficult.
"I know you're all a bunch of paupers!
It's easy to do without money.
Put your thumbprint on this contract and use your work to pay off the debt.
Just pay it off, our Sword Dynasty treats warriors like you very preferentially. "
The warrior of the Sword God Temple said with a smile.
"Where is this contract? This is simply a contract of selling oneself! Are you kidding me? I came to the Sword Dynasty to practice, not to work for the Sword God Palace."
The warrior who took the first shot exploded when he saw the contract.
Ling Xiao observed it with Tai Chi eyes. It turned out that the contract stated that if you press your fingerprints, you will have to work for the Sword Dynasty for 100 years.
100 years!
Even if warriors live longer than ordinary people, how many hundred years can they have?
Isn't that like a slave?
"Don't want to? Yes, as long as you pay 100 million low-grade spirit stones!"
The people in the Sword God Temple had indifferent smiles on their faces.
"I have no money, and I will not be your slave!"
The warrior shouted angrily: "I'm not that trash just now, my cultivation base has reached the peak of the thirteenth level of hell in the Yin-Yang realm!"
"Is it strong?"
The Sword God Temple warrior who killed the man before sneered.
When Ling Xiao saw this smile, he knew that the rebels were going to die.
Although the fighters in the Sword God Temple are basically the mid-stage cultivation base of the thirteenth floor of the Yin-Yang Realm.
But this murderer has already reached the level of cultivation in the early stage of the fourteenth level of hell in the yin and yang realm.
Those who can't see through his cultivation will definitely die.
Moreover, Ling Xiao could feel that there were not only these few warriors in the Sword God Temple, the stronger ones did not show up, and these small chores were handed over to the people below.
In this border town alone, there are more than a dozen people whose cultivation has reached the [-]th level of hell in the yin and yang realm.
It's downright terrifying.
Sure enough, as Ling Xiao expected, the rebel was directly pierced through the throat and died on the spot.
"Hope I don't kill a third person!"
The murderer sneered and sat back down again.
(End of this chapter)
"Boss, the border of the Sword Dynasty is ahead."
A few days later, Ling Xiao's cultivation broke through to the mid-stage of the thirteenth hell of the Yin-Yang Realm.
And he and Xiao Jin also arrived at the border of the Sword Dynasty.
"Sword Dynasty, here I come!"
Ling Xiao clenched his fists.
It will be a new beginning here, but he will never forget what he has to do.
But if he wants to find Yue Fanghua and take revenge on the Wang Quan family, he must become stronger!
Keep getting stronger!
"Boss, are you really planning to go to that Demon Dragon Sword Court?"
Xiao Jin asked suddenly.
"Not necessarily. Master is just a suggestion. I won't go there lightly without understanding the Demon Dragon Sword Court."
Although Zongmen is a stepping stone for Ling Xiao to quickly improve his strength, it doesn't necessarily mean he has to join.
So he is in no rush to make a decision.
While speaking, one person and one beast had already stepped into the border of the Sword Dynasty.
Although the border town is small, it is very lively.
Ling Xiao intends to rest here and inquire about the situation of the Sword Dynasty by the way.
After all, he is completely unfamiliar with this place.
Sitting in the teahouse, ordered some buns and a pot of tea, Ling Xiao and Xiao Jin ate.
The energy in food is beneficial to the improvement of cultivation, and it is also very important for warriors.
Although it doesn't matter if you don't eat it, there is absolutely no harm in eating it.
But as soon as he sat down, he felt a terrible pressure.
Around him, several masters suddenly appeared.
Although these people wore different clothes, they all had a cloak hanging behind them.
On the cloak, there is a big word "sword".
Ling Xiao found that his cultivation base was definitely considered poor among these people.
The Sword Dynasty, as expected of the Sword Dynasty, is indeed more powerful than places like Chen Guo.
One of the nine most powerful forces in the Western Regions, that's really not a blow.
"Oh!"
A table was suddenly overturned, and for some unknown reason, a warrior wearing a sword-shaped cloak became mad at a few people who had just arrived in this border town like Ling Xiao.
"Your Excellency is too much?"
The table was overturned, and those few people naturally found it hard to accept.
You must know that the cultivation base of each of them is around the middle stage of the thirteen levels of hell in the yin and yang realm.
This kind of strength, in places like Chen Country and Volcano Country, is definitely at the top.
So it is impossible for them to suffer from such uselessness.
Moreover, there are many of them, and there is only one person on the other side, how can they be afraid?
"Excessive? Even more extreme is yet to come!"
The person wearing the sword-shaped cloak suddenly made a move, and a sword pierced the throat of the speaker.
The man died on the spot.
"Dead! Dead!"
The faces of the other warriors changed greatly in fright.
"Now you know how powerful you are? All warriors in the Sword Dynasty must register!
You newcomers, no matter where you come from, no matter how arrogant you were before, you are all fledglings here!
Whoever dares to make trouble will end up just like him! "
The murderer was very indifferent and arrogant, pointing to the warrior who was killed, he said loudly.
"Let me tell you the rules, you newcomers.
The warriors of the Sword Dynasty are all under the control of the 'Sword God Palace', and the Sword God Palace is directly subordinate to the Sword Emperor.
Every warrior who belongs to the Sword God Temple can get such a cloak and a waist card.
Prove that you are willing to allegiance to the Sword Dynasty! "
The murderer sneered, and then greeted: "Everyone who eats put down their food, come and gather!
We need to check the badge! "
Hearing such a domineering voice, Ling Xiao realized that he might have come to a place that was more cruel than Chen Guo.
In the Sword Dynasty, all fighters actually have to register at the Sword God Temple.
This is tantamount to belonging to the imperial court.
I am afraid that even the freedom of identity will be restricted.
"Boss, what shall we do?"
Xiao Jin asked.
"Let's take a look first and then talk. If it comes, it will be safe. As long as the request is not too excessive, we can agree."
Arriving in an unknown place, facing a group of powerful warriors, Ling Xiao was very cautious in doing things.
He didn't want to cause his own death because of his carelessness.
In that case, what will Yue Fanghua do?
What about his Eight Immortals?
What about his Celestial Empire?
He left the table with the others and walked to the open space next to him.
After the murder incident just now, no one dared to shout anymore. No matter if you were a hero or a bear, you have to follow the rules of the Sword God Temple when you come here.
The people of the Sword God Temple looked at these outsiders with contempt, like a butcher looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
"Come in line and get a temporary ID card! Everyone pays 100 million low-grade spirit stones!"
Several fighters from the Sword God Temple quickly set up a table, then took out an iron waist card and placed it on the table, one of them said.
100 million low-grade spirit stones, this is really not a small amount.
Although it is nothing to Ling Xiao, it is definitely not cheap to most warriors.
I'm afraid that even a martial artist who has been trained in the thirteenth hell of the Yin-Yang realm, there are not many who can show it.
Even if there was, it would be bankrupt.
This is obviously making things difficult.
"I know you're all a bunch of paupers!
It's easy to do without money.
Put your thumbprint on this contract and use your work to pay off the debt.
Just pay it off, our Sword Dynasty treats warriors like you very preferentially. "
The warrior of the Sword God Temple said with a smile.
"Where is this contract? This is simply a contract of selling oneself! Are you kidding me? I came to the Sword Dynasty to practice, not to work for the Sword God Palace."
The warrior who took the first shot exploded when he saw the contract.
Ling Xiao observed it with Tai Chi eyes. It turned out that the contract stated that if you press your fingerprints, you will have to work for the Sword Dynasty for 100 years.
100 years!
Even if warriors live longer than ordinary people, how many hundred years can they have?
Isn't that like a slave?
"Don't want to? Yes, as long as you pay 100 million low-grade spirit stones!"
The people in the Sword God Temple had indifferent smiles on their faces.
"I have no money, and I will not be your slave!"
The warrior shouted angrily: "I'm not that trash just now, my cultivation base has reached the peak of the thirteenth level of hell in the Yin-Yang realm!"
"Is it strong?"
The Sword God Temple warrior who killed the man before sneered.
When Ling Xiao saw this smile, he knew that the rebels were going to die.
Although the fighters in the Sword God Temple are basically the mid-stage cultivation base of the thirteenth floor of the Yin-Yang Realm.
But this murderer has already reached the level of cultivation in the early stage of the fourteenth level of hell in the yin and yang realm.
Those who can't see through his cultivation will definitely die.
Moreover, Ling Xiao could feel that there were not only these few warriors in the Sword God Temple, the stronger ones did not show up, and these small chores were handed over to the people below.
In this border town alone, there are more than a dozen people whose cultivation has reached the [-]th level of hell in the yin and yang realm.
It's downright terrifying.
Sure enough, as Ling Xiao expected, the rebel was directly pierced through the throat and died on the spot.
"Hope I don't kill a third person!"
The murderer sneered and sat back down again.
(End of this chapter)
