I, Scorpio Lone Star, like to make friends

Chapter 239

altar.

Dead bodies are everywhere.

Many corpses are like guards, guarding a corpse in the center.

The Venerable Vein Master could clearly see that next to the corpse with the dagger stuck in his chest, it was the corpse of the first rank of Martial Arts, and drops of red gold blood were slowly flowing out. This was obviously the original corpse abandoned by the old King Liang.

And a knife that was crystal clear like jade was silently standing horizontally on the wooden frame.

Divine Soldier, Nine Nether Sword.

A special power is brewing.

The Supreme Son said in a deep voice, "The ceremony has already begun."

"According to the agreement, the Jiuyou Knife is ours."

The Supreme Holy Son emphasized the last sentence, and was reminding the old King Liang who was standing aside that it was time to fulfill his promise.

The face of the old Liang King was covered, and his whole body was under the golden armor of the silver dragon. No one could see his true emotions. At this time, a pair of eyes, full of divine light, were watching the altar below from above.

Seeing that the ceremony was going on, he slowly regained his composure, and said peacefully, "The Nine Serenity Saber belongs to you."

"It depends on you."

After the words of the old King Liang fell, although he couldn't see his expression, his eyes were full of contempt, and endless coldness leaked from his body, and the world had begun to distort.

The Heaven and Earth Jurisdiction has begun to erode the Quartet, and is trying to drag the Supreme Vein Master and the Supreme Son into the Heaven and Earth Jurisdiction.

The Senluo map slowly opened, spread out overwhelmingly, blocking the light above the sky, a huge shadow began to cover the earth, and the sky and the earth began to darken.

The Great Formation of Senluo was opened, and began to expel the Heaven and Earth Jurisdiction, withstood the coercion of the old Liang King.

The Venerable Vein Master's face was extremely ugly, and he said in a bad tone: "I thought that even if you don't know how to praise, you will break the contract in the end, but it will be the time when the overall situation is settled. I didn't expect you to change your mind midway at this time."

"Don't you know that now that we have internal strife, the saint who performed the ceremony at the end can reap the benefits of the fisherman?"

"You are so unwise."

Old Liang Wang looked down at the altar below. Xiao Qingyi, who was presiding over the blood sacrifice ceremony, slowly withdrew his gaze, looked at the Supreme Vein Master and the Supreme Son and said: "The ceremony has already begun, which means that the plan It has been successful, and your greatest use is to serve as a sacrifice."

"I didn't do anything outside Xiao Yuan because I couldn't be sure of the Jiuyou Knife. Now that I see the Jiuyou Knife, you are useless."

With the voice of Old Liang King, the peaceful ceremony below suddenly changed drastically.

A figure dressed in robes and holding a magic sword stood in the four directions of the altar. The magic swords in their hands were raised high, and a ray of light rushed out from the magic swords, intersecting with each other.

One after another, the silk threads rushed out from the soil, and in a blink of an eye, densely packed silk threads shot up into the sky, gathering together like a mighty white beam of light.

The world is filled with white silk threads, as if the world is composed of white silk threads.

They are intertwined with each other to form a white cloth, which begins to seal off the heaven and the earth, all the four directions of the south, east, north and west, and finally gathers together tightly.

The ceremony was held suddenly, but it came to an abrupt end.

Everyone had horrified eyes, but they kept moving. The blood sacrifice ceremony stopped and was replaced by a brand new ceremony, a ceremony they didn't know.

They have been controlled by the lines all over the sky, and they can't help themselves.

Xiao Qingyi looked at the altar, and the white silk threads that continued to grow, in less than three breaths, vaguely formed a tall and burly shadow.

After five breaths, the white silk thread can no longer be seen, just like a real person.

Tall and burly, his exposed muscles were like granite, his eyes were as bright as stars, and his whole body was filled with exuberant vitality.

Hush! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

The sound of Qi and blood flowing, like the Yangtze River.

This unfamiliar but familiar face made Xiao Qingyi's eyes flash with memories.

This is exactly the appearance of the old Liang King when he was young. At that time, the previous generation of the Nine Nether Sect was alive. Although it has declined, there are still many old people. They are not the pillars of the Nine Nether Sect. bring pressure.

It is the carefree period and the happiest time.

In less than a moment, Xiao Qingyi had stabilized his mind, which was not enough to shake Xiao Qingyi's mind, and it was not the old Liang Wang in front of him, this was false.

With a solemn expression, he said indifferently: "It turns out that King Liang has the confidence this time, and it turns out that Da Zong is coming."

Da Zongzheng, this is one of the nine cabinet ministers of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the head of the Sixth Division Zhongzong Renfu.

The Clan Mansion manages members of the royal family, and has always been the most mysterious existence. It does not participate in the common affairs of the world at all. Every time the Clan Mansion appears, it represents a saint.

And throughout the dynasties, the princes of the royal family have also held the post of Da Zongzheng.

Da Zongzheng's eyes were calm, his eyes were bright, and he said plainly: "The Xiao family has surrendered to the saint and is willing to enter the clan's mansion, so this king has no choice but to come."

Xiao Qingyi sneered: "Da Zong is joking, the Xiao family is domineering, and the heart of rebellion has penetrated into the bone marrow. If you can betray the Nine Nether Sect today, you will be able to betray Da Zhou tomorrow."

"You didn't come here for the Xiao clan, but for the Qianyuan Burning Blood Pill."

"The position of a saint is supreme and noble. He holds the authority of the world. He can set the law of the world with a word. No, it should be said that he has the constitution of heaven in his mouth. Even a humble servant can conquer the land and seal the border with a word, and enjoy the glory and wealth."

"But the biggest limitation of a saint is lifespan. A saint holds power in the world, but he also has to bear the power of all peoples. Therefore, a saint is rich in the world, but his lifespan is not long. Calculated by the age of a saint, it is at most 30 years. Now, the Jiazi Rebellion is definitely not going to last."

Therefore, the weaker the emperor, the shorter the reign time.

"So you are in a hurry. Compared with the current King Jin and the Crown Prince, letting them enthroned to suppress the Jiazi Rebellion is not as good as the current saint."

"After all, the saint has been on the throne for decades, with a solid foundation and deep prestige, which cannot be compared with the new emperor."

"I also figured out one thing. Why did the old King Liang know such a secret method, so that he can maintain peak combat power without fear of old age and frailty? It turned out that you provided it."

"You are experimenting with the old Liang King. Whether the first-grade martial arts obtained from the house is considered to be of the same blood, and whether it can be used to break through the limitations of Qianyuan Burning Blood Pill."

PS: I feel better in the afternoon, but I can’t sit still. I often get up after doing it for a while. It’s too uncomfortable. I wrote a chapter in more than three hours, but it’s much better after dark. Four chapters are impossible. But today I have to make three chapters. By the way, this chapter is [-] words, in order to update it earlier, and the missing [-] words will be made up in the next chapter.

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