Purgatory

Chapter 408 Sword Tower Prestige!

The master of the sword tower, who disappeared for a long time because of a woman, suddenly appeared in the Demon Spirit Continent.

One person and one sword, hovering above the land.

All the alien races from the Fifth Realm, including ferocious beasts, were intimidated by this fat man in blue.

No matter where they are, they can clearly feel that there is a sword intent faintly locking them.

However, those sword intentions that were enough to kill them were all hidden.

Because they are not qualified enough.

Because Li Zhaotian disdains this.

"Pang Jian!"

Li Zhaotian's voice reverberated between the heaven and the earth, allowing every alien and ferocious beast to hear clearly.

"It doesn't seem to be there."

He frowned slightly, first disappeared suddenly, and then suddenly appeared in front of Xuanying.

On the broken flat mountain peak, the eighth-level magic armored beast shivered and crawled on the ground with great interest.

As for Xuan Ying, the strongest genius of the Demon Scale Clan, she was holding the long serrated knife. Her narrow and sharp eyes were filled with introverted light at this moment.

She was breathing heavily, her heart was beating fast, and she seemed to know that she would die at any moment.

Li Zhaotian asked calmly, "Where is he?"

"Not seen."

Xuanying lowered his head slightly, and said: "There must be a strange thing on him that can traverse the void. I went deep into the earth to search, but I couldn't feel any trace of his existence."

Li Zhaotian's eyes showed a strange color, he touched his round chin, and murmured: "I didn't perceive the sword order either."

His vast spiritual consciousness turned into wisps of sword intent and wandered in the Demon Spirit Continent, but no life with blood and soul could escape the deep perception of his divine consciousness.

But he really couldn't smell Pang Jian's breath, nor was he aware of the sword command.

"Girl, your bloodline is only level seven, so I won't do anything to you."

After a while, Li Zhaotian squinted his eyes and sneered, mockingly said: "Several fighters with eighth-level bloodlines were dispatched, but they failed to intercept Fan Chen and others, what a shame."

"Xuan Ying, you are the last face of the people of the Fifth Realm, but I will not bully the big with the small."

"So, please summon your father."

After speaking, he sat on the ground.

A group of eighth-level alien warriors, one after another with ferocious beasts, holding back the sword intent that followed them like a shadow, gathered next to the broken mountain peak where Xuan Ying was located.

They thought that Xuanying would die, and that Li Zhaotian would go on a killing spree to obliterate this proud son of the Demon Lin Clan.

"My father is Li Bai, the current patriarch of the Demon Scale Clan, with a tenth-level bloodline." Xuanying's eyes suddenly showed surprise.

Li Zhaotian nodded: "I know."

After a pause, he spoke again: "I came down from the upper realm, firstly to find my apprentice Pang Jian, and secondly to choose a tenth-level powerhouse from the fifth realm."

Xuanying was in awe and said, "Please wait a moment!"

"Ah."

When Xuanying threw out the long serrated knife, and the scene of pieces of land shattering inside the magic knife emerged, there were thoughts that belonged to her, reaching the fifth realm of eternal darkness.

After a while.

"If you don't mind, can you move to another place and have a hearty fight with my father?"

Xuanying asked for Li Zhaotian's opinion and said: "My father said that the complete land of Purgatory is too rare. He is unwilling to wield the magic sword or break the foundation of this world like his ancestors."

"Yes." Li Zhaotian readily agreed.

"Thank you."

Xuanying respectfully saluted Li Zhaotian with the highest etiquette of the Demonscale Clan, and said: "My father solemnly promises that this battle is not fair because his blood has reached the tenth level. Therefore, he will never allow it. Another strong person in the world will participate."

The respect in her eyes grew stronger, and she said again: "You came to the Demon Spirit Continent, and you did not kill innocent people indiscriminately. My father admires you very much."

Li Zhaotian grinned: "Stop talking nonsense and give me the specific place."

"it is good."

……

Xuanyou Continent.

In the main hall of Yinling Temple.

"Your actual level of cultivation has surpassed me as my teacher. If there is no accident, your combat power should also be higher than mine." Han Zhiyuan smiled bitterly, and said: "Would you like to accept the position of leader of Yinling Temple?" ?”

Dong Tianze shook his head and said, "I'm used to being alone, and I don't like being in charge of a sect."

Han Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, and said: "There are people from Mozong, Pure Land, Yuanqing, and Taiyi Divine Kingdom who have shown great interest in you. With your realm and cultivation, you are enough to be a guest minister in any party. As your ranking rises, you can also choose the spiritual treasures of those sectarian kingdoms at will."

Dong Tianze's realm has improved too quickly. For him, the Yinling Temple is indeed...the temple gate is too small.

This made Han Zhiyuan feel embarrassed.

"I have no intention of serving as a guest in another sect, nor do I want to take over the position of leader." Dong Tianze bent down to salute, lowered his head and said, "It's you, master, who chose me in the fourth realm. No matter what your reasons are, it's you." Arrange for the Tianling Pagoda to come down and teach me the orthodox soul-cultivating technique of the Yinling Temple."

"Then, I am a member of Yinling Temple, and will always be."

He turned away.

Back in his cave, he looked at the ghost altar without saying a word, wrote another note and sent it over.

—Where are you?
After escaping, he used the Yinling Temple to inquire about Pang Jian's news.

As a result, everyone said that Pang Jian must die.

But he still refused to believe it.

Using the way he communicated with Pang Jian, he arranged the ghost altar, and wrote a note every now and then to pass it on.

He firmly believed that Pang Jian was still alive, and also believed that Pang Jian would build a ghost altar just like him at a certain day and at a certain moment, and tell him that he was safe and sound.

But he didn't know the specific day, so when no one summoned him, he meditated in this cave.

This was done so that he could know immediately when Pang Jian summoned him.

a few days later.

He hadn't waited for Pang Jian's reply, but he learned from his master Han Zhiyuan that Jianlou Li Zhaotian entered the Demon Spirit Continent with a sword, and started a war with Li Bai, the patriarch of the Demonscale Clan of the Fifth Realm.

After the tenth-level Li Bai fought Li Zhaotian, both sides were seriously injured.

Li Zhaotian returned to the Sword Tower to heal his wounds, while Li Bai entered the Demon Spirit Continent and became the ruler of the continent of the Fourth Realm.

After this battle, Li Zhaotian's fierce fighting power shocked all the aliens in the fifth realm.

Li Bai, whose bloodline has reached level ten, is the most prestigious powerhouse in the Fifth Realm, but Li Zhaotian, who has not been promoted to a true god, can injure Li Bai only with his cultivation at the peak of the Immortal Realm.

If this person is promoted to a true god, how high will his combat power be?

……

"Pang Jian, Li Zhaotian, this pair of master and disciple shines in the whole purgatory!"

"Li Zhaotian dares to go deep into the fourth realm with one man and one sword, and dares to challenge a tenth-level powerhouse. He is worthy of being the master of the sword tower!"

"The sword tower is the real pillar of the human race during the purgatory catastrophe!"

"Sword Tower!"

Similar praises and praises appeared in the gathering places of monks of all major human races, making the practitioners of the sword tower feel elated no matter where they are.

……

Demon Spirit Continent.

In the stone city temporarily built by the Demon Scale Clan, Ling Yimo's illusory spirit came uninvited, and darted into the eyes of the father and daughter of the Demon Scale Clan who were talking.

"Master Zimo."

There is no dazzling silver scale armor covering the face, and the appearance is extremely beautiful and outstanding. Knowing the majestic identity of the visitor in the galaxy ghost clan in the outer domain, he respectfully said: "Who are you?"

The solid soul was cut off by Li Zhaotian with a sword, and the soul turned into the illusory supernatural god Zi Mo again. E Mei frowned slightly and said: "Li Bai, why did you let Li Zhaotian go back alive?"

Wearing a snow-white long robe, with no scales left on his body, the head of the Demon Scale Clan, who looked like a teacher of the human race, smiled and said, "I can't let him die."

"I arranged for another person to cooperate, why don't you allow it?" Zi Mo said coldly.

The handsome and extraordinary patriarch of the Demon Lin Clan, with slightly gray temples, looks to be in his early 40s, and has a very chic and brilliant demeanor.

His smile remained unchanged, and he said: "Before the battle, I made it clear that this is a battle between the two of us, and there will never be a third person involved."

"Lord Zi Mo, do you want me to betray my faith and be despised by the world?"

How dare he satirize the high god of the ghost clan.

"For Li Zhaotian's treachery, I think it's worth it." Zi Mo said with a cold expression, "You should know that once he is promoted to a true god, he must be the most powerful existence of the human race. Not only the world of purgatory, but also the vast galaxy outside, the gods will all because of him Shocked and terrified."

"It's worth paying any price to kill Li Zhaotian like this!"

Zi Mo slammed loudly.

Li Bai shook his head with a smile, and said, "Sorry, the faith I uphold is higher than Li Zhaotian's life."

"You will suffer the consequences!" Zi Mo said angrily.

"If one day I die because of Li Zhaotian's Conferred God, I won't complain." Li Bai is so chic, he has long looked down on life and death, and said: "When I die, a stronger Xuanying will appear in the world. Our demon The Scale Clan has never been afraid of death, they are afraid that death is not worthy, or that death is not worth it."

……

Tianyuan City, in the elegant manor built by Xiaoshu Pang Ling for Pang Jian.

Teleported to Qianli Yunze, Pang Jian, who healed his injuries with the help of the life energy of the little tree, replaced the spiritual power with dirty and supernatural power, filled his dantian, and just learned that Li Zhaotian was injured and returned to the sword tower.

"That's the way it is."

Pang Ling, who was in the form of a soul, learned about the indeterminate battle through the ideological sea of ​​the Mu tribe, and said quietly: "Father, are you ready to leave?"

Today, His wisdom has fully radiated.

He knew Pang Jian's identity in the Human Race Sword Tower, figured out the emotions of the human race's master and apprentice, and also knew a few of Pang Jian's friends.

Zhou Qingchen, Wu Yuan, Dong Tianze, Qi Qingsong and others.

For anyone who has anything to do with Pang Jian, he either borrows the ideology of the Mu clan, or asks the Mu clan to study it deliberately, which makes him fully aware of Pang Jian's current situation and situation.

Pang Jian has recovered from his injuries, and he has been sculpting his flesh and blood recently, and he is a little absent-minded.

He felt it was time to part again.

"Master, you were injured because of me."

While Pang Jian was feeling gloomy, he felt moved again.

He didn't expect that the master who hadn't really met and was "confined" by women all this time, would go deep into the Demon Spirit Continent of the Fourth Realm for him, searching for traces of him from the entire continent.

Because of him, Li Zhaotian also fought with the leader of the Demonscale Clan and was seriously injured.

"I'll send a message first."

After pondering for a while, he didn't take the sword token out of the bracelet, but chose to build a ghost altar.

The ghost altar was completed, and countless pieces of paper flew out like snowflakes.

"Pang Jian, where are you? I know you are still alive!"

"As soon as you see the message, tell me your whereabouts and I will come right away to find you!"

"I know that you must be seriously injured and still in painful recuperation, that's why you haven't been able to build a ghost altar."

"Pang Jian, remember, tell me your movements as soon as possible!"

"I know you must be alive!"

"..."

Dozens of notes were scattered beside Pang Jian, all of which were Dong Tianze's eager words.

……

(End of this chapter)