Patriarch of Wanjiao

Chapter 220 I saw a big fire shining on the capital!Here Comes Jiang Chen ([-] in [-])

The Xuanmen sword species is the secret to seize the thirteen sword steles in the capital, with strong luck, and the alien species becomes king.

Among the eight sects of Xuantian, Xuanmen is originally one of the first four, and its strength is strong enough to rival that of Tianmen.

Back then, Xuanmen spent the resources of ghosts and gods to create three swords. The weather was amazing, the turmoil shocked everyone, and it became the first among the eight sects of Xuantian.

Such a secret, Li Mo had never heard of Luofu Mountain far away.

Even in [Wangtian Tower], only those disciples who are ranked high in the mountain gate have heard of it.

After all, the heights are different, and the information that can be accessed is also different.

His Majesty Shenzong once said that the division of classes starts from the information gap... resources, national policies, military, etc., the highest level of the building always holds the most complete information, and it decreases gradually downwards.

"Have you heard of it?" Li Mo couldn't help looking at Master Ji.

"Xuantian Sword Seed..." Master Ji's face darkened slightly, and there was a look of reminiscence in his originally romantic eyebrows.

"Of course I have heard... Ten years ago, in order to comprehend the mysteries of the Thirteen Sword Steles, Xuanmen rebelled against nature, but many people died. With so many lives, only three swords can be cultivated..." Master Ji said lightly.

"The birth of those three people carried the life and death of too many people. They were born with different species, their fates were ominous, and they had a very high status in the Taoist sect. They were almost cultivated as successors." Ji Shi said in a deep voice.

Xuanmen sword species is the most core disciple of Xuantian Pavilion, with a high status and never shows it to others easily.

Even among the high-level officials of Xuantian Pavilion, there are not many people who really know their identities.

"A lot of people died?" Li Mo asked subconsciously.

Master Ji nodded when he heard the words: "The accident, only the fire 18 years ago can compare with it."

"Fire?"

"The old people in the capital know that 18 years ago, when the fire ignited the capital, half of the capital was completely burned, and those who died in that catastrophe...According to the data released by the imperial court, there were a total of 3000 people...Actually Adding more than one zero." Ji Shining said softly.

There are few records of such a big event that can be found today, but as long as the old people in the capital will not forget the scene of that day, the fire burned for two days and two nights, and the night sky was stained. red.

A large number of dead bodies are transported out every day.

That year, Ji Shi was only three years old.

"18 years ago, I was just born..." Li Mo murmured softly.

When he crossed over, he was already a baby and was abandoned outside the gate of Luofu Mountain.

"At the feet of the Son of Heaven, how could there be such a big change?" Li Mo was a little puzzled.

Half of the city was burned, which is a big event in Longyuan Mansion, not to mention the important place in Gyeonggi, the place of real dragons.

It is no exaggeration to say that this kind of turmoil, if someone raises the flag high and raises their arms, it seems to be no different from rebellion.

"I don't know. The imperial court didn't say it clearly. It is rumored that Guixu did it. In the end, it was natural that people's heads rolled around and they were killed." Ji Shi said lightly.

"Return to the market again?" Li Mo was taken aback for a moment.

At this moment, he only felt that all the bad things in the world seemed to be done by Guixu.

This is really an evil organization.

"Why can't we sit in this seat?"

At this moment, a hurried voice came from the side.

Li Mo turned his head and saw a young man in coarse clothes standing by an empty table, his face was flushed red.

"Jianjian Mountain? What kind of small sect, is this also a place where you can join in the fun?"

A playful sneer sounded, drawing everyone's attention to the neighboring table.

"The disciple of Poison King Mountain, that's Qian Yaodong!?"

"It turned out to be Brother Yaodong. It is said that he got the approval of the [Seven Poisonous Silkworms] from Poison King Mountain and practiced the [Poison King's Manual]. I don't know if it is true or not."

"His reputation is not weak, who is that kid? How dare he argue with Brother Yaodong?"

On the second floor, there was a loud noise.

Poison King Mountain is one of the top [-] mountain gates in the world.

Qian Yaodong is the descendant of this generation of Poison King Mountain, his strength is formidable, he has entered the realm of seven inches, and he can be regarded as a first-class strongman among many disciples who have advanced from the mountain gate.

"You...you are unreasonable..."

The boy in civilian clothes stomped his feet anxiously, but Li Mo was taken aback for a moment.

"You don't even look at who you are, the disciple of Chijian Mountain, dare to come here to join in the fun?" Qian Yaodong sneered.

"Sword Holding Mountain? Why does this name sound familiar..."

"Fuck... I remembered, 300 years ago, there was a black sword holder in this vein."

"It's really this lineage, the mountain gate left by the black sword [sword holder], it's strange that it has to be treated."

Immediately, the noise in the building decreased a lot, making the low cries even more harsh, and the eyes of everyone looking at the commoner boy were not right.

"The sword bearer?" Li Mo was taken aback. Although he didn't know the meaning of the name, it was related to the black sword, but it aroused his curiosity.

"300 years ago, a boy who followed Hei Jian specially held the sword for Hei Jian...Because of this important relationship, this person was taught by Hei Jian. The sect also changed its name because of this, the name is Sword Holding Mountain..."

Master Ji is quite familiar with the shopkeepers of the various mountain gates in the world.

The black sword's fierce reputation has spread throughout the world, and after 300 years, its reputation is still undefeated.

However, in the capital, this name is a bit sensitive, and anyone who has anything to do with it is not very friendly.

After all, this culprit killed all directions back then, and his glory was the shame of many people.

"Brother Li, you should know that in Wangxuan City, there are two most unpopular mountain gates..."

Ji Shi raised his finger and pointed at the civilian boy.

"One of them is Sword Holding Mountain, and the other is the mountain gate where Hei Jian was born...what's it called?" Master Ji thought for a while, showing a thoughtful expression.

Over the past 300 years, people from Mount Jianjian have stood out every once in a while and advanced to Xuantian Hall, but the mountain gate where the Black Sword is located is silent, and people forget it instead.

"By the way, Luofu Mountain..."

Ji patted the table lightly, his eyes lit up immediately.

"That's the name..."

"This..." Li Mo curled his lips, and his expression became more and more strange.

"Since the Black Sword, this line has not produced decent talents in the past 300 years. I don't know if they exist now, but I don't need to care too much." Ji Shi chuckled.

In the past 300 years, no disciple of Luofu Mountain has been able to advance to the Xuantian Pavilion, so naturally they have long been forgotten to a corner.

"Chijianshan has not had a new comer for 12 consecutive years, why didn't you cover your crotch this year, and exposed you?" Qian Yaodong sneered.

Poison King Mountain and Chijian Mountain are feuds. When Heijian was born, their ancestors were never defeated by Heijian, but they were directly dealt with by the boy holding the sword.

Such great hatred, Du Wangshan naturally engraved it in his heart.

In the final exams of the previous Xuantian Pavilion, whenever he met a disciple of Sword Holding Mountain, Poison King Mountain would definitely lay hands on him. This is already a common practice.

For this reason, Chijian Mountain killed and injured many disciples both in the open and in the dark.

"Why is this kid so stupid? Why are you still standing there?" Someone whispered, the sneer in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

With such a relationship with Hei Jian, he dared to show off and even offended the disciples of Poison King Mountain. This kind of unique method of seeking death has not been encountered for many years.

"It's really stupid..."

Qian Yaodongheng couldn't sit still, but his right index finger flicked rhythmically, and a faint murderous intent flashed across his cold eyes.

"Come and sit down, there's still space here."

At this moment, a contemptuous voice suddenly sounded, breaking the bowstring-like atmosphere in the building instantly.

One after another looked at him in unison, showing surprise.

"Brother Li, you..."

Ji Shi was stunned, and looked at Li Mo with a strange expression.

"Who is this person? Why do you even greet flies like Jianjianshan at will?"

"I don't know, I can't tell, it's a strange face."

"Those who come from the nameless family must come from the nameless door."

A burst of whispering voices sounded everywhere.

"I……"

The dull-looking boy in civilian clothes stood where he was, not knowing how to advance or retreat, but just looked at Li Mo and gave him a grateful look.

"Come and sit down."

Li Mo pointed to the empty seat beside him, and said lightly.

"Boy, who are you? How dare you stand up for him?"

Qian Yaodong's gaze passed over the unrepentant young man, and landed directly on Li Mo.

"What? You bought this building? I have a vacant seat here, so why don't you let me sit?"

Li Mo glanced sideways, and said lightly: "You are a disciple of Poison King Mountain, if you are really so arrogant, bring 10 taels of silver, don't say he won't sit, I will give you this seat."

Every word and every sentence resounded loudly, echoing in Wangtian Tower.

All eyes turned to Qian Yaodong's face, who would have thought that this unknown person who suddenly appeared not only did not pick up the fight, but actually made such a "compromise".

Qian Yaodong was taken aback for a moment, and his expression suddenly sank.

"Why don't you talk? No money? Why are you pretending to be cowardly if you don't have money?" Li Mo said lightly.

"you……"

Qian Yaodong's face turned red, and he looked at Li Mo coldly, and in an instant, he suppressed his anger, his cold eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person.

"Brother Dao, thank you for saving me."

The dull young man walked to the table and saluted Li Mo.

"It doesn't matter, it's just that I'm not used to maliciously occupying seats." Li Mo glanced sideways and said lightly.

"My name is Qin Zangzhuo, and I come from Mount Jianjian." The young man said softly, and sat down under Li Mo's gesture.

"Hidden clumsy?"

Li Mo glanced at the other party, but showed a strange look.

This Qin Zangzhuo seemed to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, and his strength was average, only at the seventh level of the Inner Breathing Realm.

With such strength, being able to advance to the Xuantian Pavilion is really unimaginable. After all, not everyone has Hong Xiaofu's luck.

"Brother Li, you should be careful..."

Ji Shi leaned close to Li Mo and lowered his voice.

"Poison King Mountain is one of the top [-] mountain gates in the world. Its strength is second to none. The most important thing is that their killing methods are hard to guard against..."

Speaking of this, Master Ji paused for a moment, and subconsciously looked at Qian Yaodong who was sitting in the distance, who was staring straight at their table.

"I heard that Qian Yaodong was once approved by [Seven Killing Poisonous Silkworms]. This is an extremely terrifying demon, enshrined by the Poison King Mountain." Ji Shi said in a deep voice.

"If he has the intention to kill, let alone ordinary people, even if he is a realm higher than him, he may not be able to guard against it."

Qian Yaodong is a master of the seven-inch realm, if it is really a secret attack, even the life of the eight-inch realm is at stake, and if he pays a certain price, he can even threaten the master of the nine-inch realm.

This is the horror of the descendants of Poison King Mountain.

"Seven killing poisonous silkworms!?" Li Mo murmured softly.

Suddenly, his figure swayed, and he felt a little dizzy in the brain, and the spiritual sense in his body trembled suddenly, and a gust of icy cold came through his body, almost exhausting his spiritual sense.

"This is……"

Li Mo was alarmed in horror, and felt an invisible spiritual sense attacking silently.

In a trance, he saw a fat black silkworm, spouting rancid air, trying to penetrate into his body.

"poison!?"

Li Mo realized in an instant, he didn't expect that the spiritual sense could also detoxify, kill people from the air, enter the body orifice, and kill the opponent's spiritual sense.

Obviously, this is the power of [Seven Anti-Poisonous Silkworms] mentioned by Master Ji.

"court death."

Li Mo's eyes brightened, and he suddenly shouted in his heart.

In an instant, his corroded spiritual sense suddenly converged, and in a trance, a plump silkworm worm appeared, fleshy and chubby, like waste, with colorful luster all over his body.

"This...this is..."

In an instant, Qian Yaodong's complexion changed suddenly, and he instinctively felt deep fear, and with a thought, he wanted to return to his spiritual consciousness.

At this moment, the chubby waste baby pounced on it, opened its mouth wide, and swallowed the black silkworm into its stomach.

"Ahhh...

Suddenly, Qian Yaodong screamed and stood up abruptly.

Everyone looked up, and saw the descendant of Poison King Mountain bleeding from all seven orifices, and fell down stiffly under the horrified gazes.

"What... what's the situation?"

Someone whispered, and hurriedly stepped forward to check it out, and when he reached out his hand, he showed a terrified affection.

"He...he's dead!?"

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was in an uproar, and even Ji Shi and Qin Zangzhuo showed strange expressions.

"My mother, people who occupy seats will die these days... Cruel God."

Li Mo proclaimed his compassion and couldn't help sighing.

……

At this time, look at Xuancheng eight hundred miles away.

A huge copper cart was driving on the narrow mountain road, the heavy weight cracked the ground, and the gravel kept sliding down.

On the copper cart was a coffin, made of black iron, with a strange shape and strange patterns printed on it.

"Brother, eight hundred miles ahead is Wangxuan City."

At this moment, a young man with sword-browed and star-eyed eyes came to the side of the copper cart and respectfully worshiped the black iron coffin.

As a disciple of Martial Dao Mountain, he was full of respect for the existence lying in the coffin.

There is no other reason, because he is the strongest existence among the disciples of this generation of Martial Daoshan...

Jiang Chen! ! !

"I don't know if that person...will come."

At this moment, an indifferent voice slowly came from the black iron coffin.

"Brother, you mean...Bei Shaxuan..." The young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes changed slightly, and he didn't even dare to recite his name directly.

"That person said...she hasn't set foot in the capital for 18 years..."

"Beisha...has been to the capital!?"

"That was a long time ago... 18 years ago... there were five of the Eight Great Demon Immortals in the world, in the capital..."

The indifferent voice fell slowly, echoed in the empty mountains and fields, and finally disappeared.

(End of this chapter)