Chapter 301 Design [Third update]
"Okay! We promise you!"
An Abyss Sect demon cultivator gritted his teeth and said, seeing someone taking the lead, the other demon cultivators couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
No one wants to die, not to mention that the concept of demon cultivation is to put oneself first.
"When can it be teleported?" Qin Jun asked, he couldn't wait to rescue Xiao Zhulong.
"The portal has not been built yet, we have to wait for a day." The leading demon cultivator gritted his teeth.
Qin Jun couldn't help but narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Don't try to play tricks, otherwise I will make your life worse than death!"
"yes……"
The Abyss Gate demon cultivators quickly began to build the portal, while Qin Jun walked towards the tables and chairs not far away, followed closely by Yuan Hong and Lei Zhenzi.
Hearing the ancient lantern in front of the stone gate above, his heart was filled with turmoil. Unexpectedly, Qin Jun wanted to go to the Abyss Gate headquarters.
It seems that the devil is about to change!
"That's all, it's best to let him fight to the death with the Abyss Sect!"
Gu Deng thought so, then turned around and left, preparing to instruct the monks in the church not to step into the underground square to avoid innocent people suffering.
Today is destined to make him tossing and turning.
…
When Liu Bowen and others returned to Shousha City with one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and dozens of children from the Four Gods Sect, the whole city exploded, and everyone looked at the heavenly soldiers with eyes full of admiration.
"Is that the Tianbingwei who destroyed the Four Gods Sect? So majestic!"
"Who is Yuan Hong? I admire him so much!"
"Is a monkey demon worth your infatuation?"
"If you had one thousandth of his strength, I would let you pick and choose!"
"Why didn't you see Mr. Jun Qing?"
The monks were talking a lot. After a day of publicity, the battle of the Four Divine Sects had become a topic that all the monks in Borderland could not get rid of after dinner.
Returning to the city lord's palace, Liu Bowen directly found You Fenghuang.
"Miss You, can I buy a portal?" Liu Bowen said straight to the point.
The teleportation gate was one of the tasks assigned to him by Lord Qin, to open up the space teleportation between the Great Qin Kingdom and Shousha City as soon as possible. Only with more manpower could they further expand their sphere of influence.
You Fenghuang instantly guessed what he meant, so he nodded and said, "The auction house should have it. I'll let someone buy it later."
"The higher the level, the better. Spiritual stones are not a problem." Liu Bowen warned. Of course, his attitude did not dare to be too high, because although You Fenghuang has not officially become Qin Jun's concubine, it is still a matter of ironclad certainty.
You Fenghuang nodded, and then asked: "Does he have any other requests?"
"No more. Your Majesty just needs us to hoard our strength and attack the city when he comes back." Liu Bowen cupped his hands and smiled, then turned and left, no longer disturbing You Fenghuang's reading.
You Fenghuang shook his head and smiled, Qin Jun is no longer the young master of the royal capital, but a powerful Qin Emperor.
…
The day passed quickly.
Qin Jun opened his eyes from the cultivation state and asked: "The one-day period must have arrived!"
His tone was a bit unkind, and he was obviously impatient with waiting.
Yuan Hong disappeared from the spot in a flash, and the next second he picked up an Abyss Sect Demon Cultivator who was dozens of meters away from the portal.
"Is it set up?"
Qin Jun asked while twisting his neck. Facing his gaze, the demon cultivator trembled and said, "Okay, the spiritual stone is being installed."
His words made Qin Jun's eyes light up, he was finally healed!
This underground square was dimly lit, like a dungeon, and it was not comfortable at all. He had long wanted to leave.
The ancient lanterns are so real, so interesting!
Not even a bed was moved down!
Qin Jun complained in his heart, and then walked towards the portal.
This portal is five meters high and is made up of two mysterious iron pillars. The magic cultivators are installing the spiritual stones, leaving only thirteen grooves.
Qin Jun noticed that the iron pillars were covered with strange runes, which made people feel dizzy just looking at them.
The portal is actually a magic circle. It is naturally impossible to teleport through space with just two pillars and spiritual stones. The magic circle must be cast into it. The space type magic circle is extremely difficult to understand. The average magician will spend his whole life trying to It is difficult to spy on them, which is one of the important reasons why there are so few portals.
Soon, the installation of the spiritual stone was completed. A demon cultivator activated the portal, and a blue net appeared between the two iron pillars, as if thunder and lightning were flowing, which was extremely dazzling.
At this time, Lei Zhenzi suddenly moved. He quickly flashed behind each of the demon cultivators like a phantom, and slapped each of them on the back, causing the demon cultivators to panic.
"I have placed a restraint on you. If you don't unlock it within three days, you will all die! And only I can unlock it!"
Lei Zhenzi said in a deep voice, scaring the demon cultivators to their knees. Qin Jun was very interested in this restriction. This was simply a stunt to extract confessions and defend against others!
The demon cultivators were lying on the ground shivering, and no one stood up. It seemed that there was no trap in the portal.
"Let's go! Let's go in!"
Qin Jun summoned the Purple Gold Emperor Armor and the Silver Dragon Soul-killing Spear so that if the other side was in danger, he could fight at any time.
"Your Majesty, you can actually let the two of us go and you stay."
Yuan Hong walked up to Qin Jun and said, Qin Jun waved his hand, making him smile helplessly, and at the same time he felt a little warm in his heart.
They had tried to persuade him more than once, but Qin Jun insisted on following, saying that his love would be in danger. He could not just wait for the outcome. He wanted to live together and die together.
Just like that, with Yuan Hong in front, Qin Jun in the middle, and Lei Zhenzi behind, the three of them stepped into the portal.
After leading them to disappear, the demon cultivators slowly stood up.
"Is the teleportation location confirmed?" The leading demon cultivator asked the others in a deep voice.
"It's confirmed. They will die without a burial place!" A demon cultivator gritted his teeth.
As for the restrictions imposed on them by Lei Zhenzi, they didn't care. The previous panic was just pretending.
They were actually the dead soldiers trained by the Abyss Gate who were sent to find the demon head of Death Valley, and they were thinking about the Abyss Gate wholeheartedly.
"Hmph! Emperor Qin! Your biggest shortcoming is conceit!"
The leading demon cultivator said coldly, his face full of madness.
As long as Qin Jun and the other two died, what's wrong with letting them be buried with them?
At this moment, Gu Deng suddenly appeared in the center of the square, scaring them to take out their magic weapons subconsciously, but they couldn't help but feel relieved when they saw Gu Deng. The leading demon cultivator was about to speak, but Gu Deng's eyes suddenly burst out with terrifying murderous intent. With a bang, a soul impact became visible and rushed in all directions, sweeping everyone. The pupils of the demon cultivators of the Abyss Gate instantly lost their spirit.
Their souls were shattered by Gu Deng in an instant, and they had no chance of reincarnation.
"I can't resist the Pluto Palace, so I can't deal with your Abyss Gate?" Gu Deng sneered, and as he spoke, he slapped his right palm and directly shattered the portal. The strong wind he raised blew towards him, and his face was extremely cold. "Qin Jun, let you die in the devil's way! Hahaha——" His arrogant laughter echoed in the underground square for a long time, and his shadow was reflected on the wall by the light, gradually lengthening, like a demon. Three hundred chapters, time flies.
