Chapter 752: Storms gather at the Cai Cai Palace

Manzhou.

Xumi Sect, one of the seven holy places.

"Is the news true?"

Deputy Sect Master Lu Qiu Wushuang looked at the people kneeling below with cold eyes.

The old man kneeling below said hurriedly: "It's absolutely true! The Lord of Luqiu had already formed an alliance with the World Lord, but as a result, the Black Blood Demon Lord interfered..."

boom!

Lu Qiu Wushuang slammed the table, interrupted the old man's words, and said coldly: "I don't care how that idiot Miaoyu died! What I want to ask is, is it true that the Sancai Saint left his sword intention in the blessed land? ?”

The old man couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Luqiu Miaoyu is a direct descendant of Luqiu Wushuang.

I didn't expect that the deputy sect leader would be so cold-blooded, not even caring about the life and death of his clan members.

"Um?"

Seeing that the old man didn't reply for a long time, Lu Qiu Wushuang's eyes became colder.

The old man was excited and nodded hurriedly: "That's true! The three-talented saint left his sword intention in the blessed land, but the world master didn't think it was enough and killed many strong men at will to intimidate the four sides..."

Snapped!

Lu Qiu Wushuang tapped his fingers on the table, frowning in thought, and didn't take what the old man said later to heart at all.

He is just a junior who has just ascended to the upper world.

No matter how talented you are, growth will take time, so it’s nothing to worry about.

That's what Jue Yunzi did...

"It's definitely not easy for this blessed land to alarm the Three Talented Saints."

Lu Qiu Wushuang's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said to the old man below: "Immediately order all the sects under my Holy Land of Xumi to enter the new blessed land on a trial basis."

"This deputy sect leader decides who can enter. I will give this sect three second-series places. If any sect acts against the will and gets into trouble, let them try to see if my sword is powerful enough..."

The old man's heart was filled with ice.

There is a sword intention left by the three-talented saint Jue Yunzi in the New Blessed Land. If the warriors of the sect are allowed to test it, wouldn't it be equivalent to taking human lives to fill it?

Lu Qiu Wushuang gave an order, and no one knew how many people would die under the temptation.

"As ordered..."

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

The old man did not dare to say anything to persuade him, so he respectfully accepted the order and left.

after one day.

The Xumi Sect's subordinates, the nine first-grade sects, the thirty-six second-grade sects, and the one hundred and eighty-third-grade sects, each dispatched an army of warriors and marched toward the Heavenly Martial Paradise.

…

Likewise, one of the seven blessed places, Jingshi Valley.

"Third brother, you were deceived by that little girl Nangong..."

The Second Valley Master looked at Patriarch Sanjing with a look of regret and pity.

The ancestor of Sanjing was extremely annoyed by his glare, and said coldly: "You can do it, you have the ability, then go fight with that bitch Nangong Lin yourself! Ziyun Cave, old monster Qiuyun just died Soon, maybe we can catch up with him on the road to hell."

Ancestor Qiu Yun of Ziyun Cave was powerful and not inferior to the two valley masters of Jingshi Valley.

It was at the ninth level of the Martial Master that Nangong Lin rebelled against the Martial Ancestor and became famous by killing Ancestor Qiu Yun in one battle, becoming the only non-ancestor in Manzhou.

The Second Valley Master suddenly showed a scornful expression.

A fight with that woman Nangong Lin?

Crazy!

He abruptly changed the subject and complained: "Third brother, why are you so hot-tempered... I want to say that the new realm master must be more talented than you think, so that's why little girl Nangong is desperate, Take it away... Think about it, this is a blessed land that we have rarely seen in Barbarian Continent in recent years. According to common sense, shouldn't Nangong's little ladies sit in the blessed land and suppress all parties?"

Hearing the words of the Second Valley Master, the Third Jing Ancestor couldn't help but change his face slightly.

Although it is a bit incredible, looking back now, judging from Nangong Lin's performance, in her heart, maybe the young man in white is really more important than the blessed land.

The ancestor of Sanjing couldn't help but slap his thigh in annoyance!

"If I had known this, I would have snatched that boy away even if I was seriously injured! What a pity..."

More important than the blessed land, what kind of genius would that be?

It's a pity that I missed it.

The eyes of the Second Valley Master became cold and cold: "Humph. What we can't get, we can't let Xingxiu Mountain get it!"

Hearing this, the Sanjing Ancestor couldn't help but trembled: "Do you want to..."

"Activate our poisonous man lurking in Xingxiu Mountain and let him find a way to kill the new realm lord! Hmph, be a good realm lord and let him die if he doesn't stay in the blessed land and runs around blindly..."

"As long as he falls and the blessed land becomes ownerless, how can he escape from our hands in our land?"

The voice of the Second Valley Master revealed his murderous intent.

…

Xingxiu Mountain.

Chucai Hall.

"You two, Patriarch Nangong has made arrangements, please come here..."

An old man with lively eyes and a slightly philistine appearance nodded and bowed to Han Yang and Lian Yao, and respectfully presented two tokens.

Han Yang picked it up casually and played with it casually.

The token is engraved with a sky full of stars, the reverse side is a relief of stars, and the front side is a "Lu" surrounded by stars.

The token in Lian Yao's hand has the word "九" on the front.

Lian Yao explained with a smile: "There are one hundred and eight halls in Chucai Hall. The treatment and grade of each hall are different. The smaller the number, the better the treatment."

"oh……"

Han Yang nodded, quite satisfied.

Hall No. 6, before Hall No. 9 of Lian Yao, Nangong Lin was also careful.

Under the guidance of the old man, the two went to Hall No. 6 and Hall No. 9 respectively.

"This formation pattern..."

Entering his own Hall No. 6, Han Yang felt a sense of refreshment.

The spiritual energy of the Qingtian Realm is already rich. In this No. 6 Hall, with the cooperation of the formations, the spiritual energy has almost condensed into rain.

Visible to the naked eye, there is a faint spiritual mist.

The old man introduced diligently: "Ancestor Nangong also lived in the sixth hall when he participated in the first series of trials. Since then, no one else has stayed in this hall. You are the first person to live in this hall in three thousand years. "

There was quite a bit of envy on his face, and he had a vague intention of finding out Han Yang's details.

To be valued so highly by Patriarch Nangong is definitely not an ordinary person.

Han Yang did not respond to him, but looked at the furnishings in the sixth hall with great interest.

Seeing this, the old man smiled bitterly and left wisely.

Han Yang's vision is so high, not to mention the Chucai Palace, even the number one palace in the Qingtian Realm, he would not put it in his eyes.

In the entire hall, the only thing that caught his eye was a line of writing on the wall.

"I practiced martial arts at the age of seven, became a king at the age of thirteen, was promoted to the Emperor of Martial Arts at the age of eighteen, and participated in the first series of trials at the age of twenty..."

If you are an ordinary person, you may only see this line of text.

But when Han Yang looked into it with his spiritual sense, he vaguely felt that there was also an invisible word left by the sword intention: "...This trip is quite boring."

ha.

Unexpectedly, Patriarch Nangong was also an interesting person when he was young.

Just when Han Yang was moving in his mind and was about to leave some writing on the wall, suddenly, there was a loud noise outside the hall.

Boom!

The sound actually shook the entire Sixth Hall, and they all trembled for a while.

Han Yang frowned and walked out.

Outside the hall, there were three old men standing in the shape of a Chinese zodiac sign, looking like they were coming with bad intentions.

Seeing Han Yang come out, the leader, an old man, said with an arrogant expression: "Boy, my young master has taken a fancy to this sixth palace, so get out of here."

"Ah……"

The absurd scene made Han Yang smile.

Unexpectedly, after ascending to the Blue Sky Realm, I would encounter such a bloody scene.

Do these guys want to cause trouble for themselves and don't even bother to find a decent excuse?

This job is too rough.

"Boy! Why are you laughing? My young master..."

Seeing Han Yang's expression, the old man on the left couldn't help but step forward, pointed his finger at Han Yang, and was about to curse.

Zheng.

The sound of the knife and the light of the knife flashed at the same time.

puff.

An old blood-stained human head hit the side of the palace wall.

Han Yang's cold voice sounded: "I hate people pointing fingers at me the most!"