I chase corpses in Gaowu world

Chapter 218 The seventh level of heaven and human realm?mysterious master

The middle-aged Confucian scholar was dressed in white and was half a head taller than an ordinary person. He had an exquisite appearance and occasionally a hint of unruly light flashed in his eyes.

He stood there, looking at Duanmuhuo and Chitongren.

"Tong Yan, Duan Muhuo, are you sure you have decided not to re-enter the sect?" asked the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

Duanmuhuo and Chitongren were both a little cautious and wary.

Duanmu Huo is at the fourth level of the Heavenly Realm. A Chitong person can be so independent and comfortable, and is valued by Duanmu Huo. His realm cannot be low, probably at the same level or higher.

But the two of them didn't dare to make any mistakes in front of the middle-aged Confucian scholars, they behaved very well.

Duanmuhuo took a deep breath.

He cupped his hands as a subordinate and said, "Master, I have been independent from the sect for 20 years."

"When I became independent, I went through the test of life and death and made great contributions to the sect before I obtained this qualification... Sect Master, you also personally agreed. You should not forget it."

"After Duanmuhuo became independent from the sect, he always remembered the oath he made... Once he joins the sect, he will never disobey him for the rest of his life. Even if he becomes independent, he will not do anything that harms the interests of the sect."

Duanmuhuo lowered his head and cupped his hands, saying:
"Now I am just a craftsman who makes rare treasures in the world. I really no longer have the determination to fight. Please forgive me, Master, but I have lost the will to win. Returning to the sect is just a burden."

"But I am definitely not just sitting idly by. The sect rules have long been written clearly. Even if I become independent, I still know that I am part of the sect. If there is a need for my skills in making exotic treasures in the sect, Duanmuhuo will definitely do it." Provide full support to the door."

"Please understand."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar was noncommittal and looked at the red-eyed man.

"Tong Yan, what about you?"

The red-eyed man, also known as Tong Yan, did not dare to be disrespectful when facing middle-aged Confucian scholars, and bowed his head in salute.

His voice was still so loud, but he tried his best to keep a low profile and said in a low voice: "What Duanmu said is what I think."

"I am also tired of fighting, but I will never dare to betray the sect when I become independent."

"If the sect has a task related to Baobing and entrust it to me, Tong Yan will not hesitate and will do his best to complete the task."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at them for a while.

Finally, he nodded.

"Never mind."

"You two were considered loyal back then. Over the years, although you are no longer fighting on the front line, you have done a lot for the sect. I remember your contributions."

"Since you don't want to return to the sect, I can let you do it."

"But remember what you said today."

A middle-aged Confucian scholar said.

After Duanmuhuo and Tong Yan heard this, their faces instantly showed expressions of joy. At the same time, they obviously felt less stressed and relaxed.

"Thank you door master."

"Thank you, Sect Master."

Duanmuhuo and Tong Yan bowed and saluted together. Although they were relaxed, they still did not dare to lose their etiquette.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded slightly.

"That's how you deal with it. Now let me see this little kid here."

He turned his head and looked at Fang Ze.

Fang Ze made eye contact with the middle-aged Confucian scholar, and his heart couldn't help but move.

"Duanmu Huo has the fourth level of the Heavenly Realm and the special ability to make rare treasures. He is a respected master wherever he goes."

"The red-eyed man, I heard his name is Tong Yan. It seems that he is either at the same level as Duanmuhuo, or higher, fourth or fifth level of heaven and human realm, and has the means to repair treasure weapons."

"But the two of them, before this middle-aged Confucian scholar, were so reserved and didn't dare to resist at all?"

"If this middle-aged Confucian scholar can suppress Duanmuhuo and Tong Yan, then his own strength is probably not at the seventh level of heaven or human realm, or even higher."

"Is he Nie Hongling's master?"

Fang Ze thought.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded slowly towards Fang Ze, apparently asking him to go over and speak.

Fang Ze restrained himself, tried to be cautious, and walked over.

He walked seven or eight steps in front of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, stood still, cupped his hands and said, "Hello, senior."

He was very polite and followed the etiquette of a junior.Facing a master of this level, Fang Ze is very aware of current affairs and must show respect.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at Fang Ze up and down for a while, then asked, "Are you Fang Ze? Are you a disciple of Wu Daozi?"

"It's me." Fang Ze replied.

After hearing this, the middle-aged Confucian scholar suddenly showed a smile on his face, and his tone became gentler.

"Not bad, a good-looking talent."

"Among today's young heroes, he is ranked among the top five in terms of strength."

There was some kindness in his tone.

Fang Ze felt something, and felt more at ease, wondering if this person is a friend of Master's, so he has special kindness towards him?
He looked at the Confucian scholar, and for some reason, he felt that this person was somewhat familiar, as if he was a bit like someone in his memory.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said: "Listen to Hongling, you have a deal to make."

"Have you brought the evil soldiers you want to trade?"

Fang Ze listened and confirmed that this person was Nie Hongling's master.

"Here you go, are you Senior Jun Duanfei?" Fang Ze asked.

"Jun Duanfei is my pseudonym in the world. When I met your master, I used this name." The middle-aged scholar said.

Fang Ze nodded.

The name Jun Duanfei is not well-known in the world, and the realm of a middle-aged Confucian scholar is at least the seventh level of heaven and human realm, so it is normal to use a pseudonym.

Fang Ze simply took out the Heavenly Blood Sword from the multi-treasure bag.

He took out the Heavenly Blood Sword, and suddenly a layer of blood light enveloped him within a few meters of the surrounding area.

Duanmuhuo and Tong Yan, who were behind, looked at it with shock on their faces.

"Blood Sacrifice Evil Soldiers?"

"There are still people who dare to use blood sacrifices to cultivate evil soldiers?" Tong Yan couldn't help but be surprised.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked as usual.

Fang Ze stepped forward and handed the Heavenly Blood Sword to the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar took the sword and looked at it for a while.

"Oh, it is indeed a blood sacrifice to the evil soldiers... I didn't expect that in this day and age, there are still people using such primitive methods to cultivate evil soldiers."

"And it seems that the technique is also very crude, and the degree of transformation of living creatures' flesh and blood is very low."

"This sword, about 40 to [-] people, has only reached the level of the third heaven and the fourth heaven, and the level of the sacrificers is really pitiful."

"If someone is really that fierce, he can sacrifice three to four hundred thousand people with blood. Using mature techniques, he can push the evil soldiers to the fifth level of the Heavenly Realm."

Fang Ze felt a chill down his back when he heard this.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar could say such words while chatting and laughing, and he looked down upon the magic master who used blood sacrifices to forge evil soldiers.

Common sense infers that a person looks down on other people. If he is not an arrogant person, then he is more accomplished in this way and does not look down on low-level people.

"This Jun Duan Fei is not a member of the devil's path, right?" Fang Ze thought.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked away from the Heavenly Blood Sword and looked at Fang Ze.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar glanced at Tong Yan and asked, "Do you have anything to do with this evil weapon?"

Tong Yan stared at the Heavenly Blood Sword for a while and said:
"This evil weapon is equivalent to the peak of the third heaven of the Heavenly Realm, close to the level of the fourth heaven, but it uses the blood sacrifice method. This method is fast, but the shortcomings are obvious. The blood sacrifice evil weapon is too cruel, and the higher the level, The easier it is to lose control.”

"But I have a way. It will take a few years to wash away the ferocious aura and remove the bloodline restrictions. But by that time, this treasured weapon will probably be downgraded to the level of the third level of the Heavenly Realm."

"The value is above average among treasure weapons. Because of long-term use and wear, it will still have the value of cultivation in the future. I can wash away the ferocity in it."

"But washing away the evil will consume resources, so the exchange value is lower than that of the Third Heaven."

"It will take a lot to wash away the vicious resources. If we want to do this, I must ask the sect for support."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded.

He looked at Fang Ze.

"I can give you a defensive weapon from the second level of the Heavenly Realm in exchange for it."

"Would you like to?"

(End of this chapter)