I rely on my body to push the weird world

Chapter 136: Sword Tower·Lord·Qiu Shengzhen
Forbidden cave.

Dark and deep.

Behind the heavy stone door is a huge underground palace, simple and luxurious, exuding a strong smell of blood, with flames everywhere, dispelling the darkness all around.

At this time, there were blood pools in the shape of Bagua in the hall.

Some of the blood pools have dried up, revealing piles of bones like mountains.

Some pools of blood were still bubbling, corpses were lying around, and there were even living people floating and bleeding, with mournful wails continuing.

A young man in a white robe was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed in the center of the blood pool.

Streams of thick blood flowed from all directions into the red token above his head.

Then, a red light, like real magma, dripped down from the top of his head and spread out, wrapping around his body. While traces of dirty blood were being tempered, his skin became whiter like jade and harder like iron.

"I am Black-faced Lord, and I am here to greet the host. I respectfully welcome the host out of seclusion!"

The fat body of the Black-Faced Lord prostrated himself on the ground, and his muffled voice echoed in the underground palace.

"I'm leaving? My injuries haven't recovered yet, how can I leave? Lord Blackface, are you looking for death?"

Qiu Shengzhen didn't even open his eyelids, his voice was low and gentle, captivating.

The white robe fluttered in the wind without making a rustling sound, and his whole body exuded a fierce and terrifying aura all the time.

terror!
overbearing!

"Owner, Treading Snowman and the others are all dead. Of the twelve zodiac signs, only I, Old Pig, am left!"

The dark-faced guest lowered his eyes.

He took a deep breath and continued, "I know that the White Emperor Sword Body you taught them will all return to you after their death, because you are the White Emperor Sword Master, and your injuries have long been healed..."

"presumptuous!"

The roar was loud.

Qiu Shengzhen suddenly opened his pale eyes.

A flash of sword light shaped like a white dragon surged out, shaking the air and causing the mountains of bones in the surrounding dried blood pools to turn into ashes, and the hall was covered in dust.

The black-faced man's coarse hair was blown back uncontrollably by the wind, his clothes rustled, his whole body was trembling, and he shut up for a moment.

"Is this the reason why you don't practice the White Emperor Sword Body?"

"I am loyal and devoted, but... I just don't want to..."

The Black-Faced Lord trembled, and the floor tiles under his fat knees suddenly cracked into a spider web. His bent body trembled uncontrollably, his eyes were bloodshot, and he became unable to speak.

"Humph!"

Followed by a cold snort.

This terrifying pressure, like the mighty pressure of a towering mountain, suddenly disappeared.

"Since you know this, you should know that I am using the Holy Fire Order to temper my body and am on the verge of a breakthrough! Tell me your reasons. If I am not satisfied, I will leave you an intact body for the sake of your many years in the Sword Tower!"

The cold words came.

Black-faced Man was silent, then spoke through gritted teeth.

"In the past two days, a golden-winged roc suspected to be from the Three Saints Palace came to Yinshan Sect to investigate our secrets. Treading Snow Guest and his companions died at his hands."

"Oh! Three Saints Palace? Is this why you were so flustered tonight?"

Qiu Shengzhen had a blank expression on his face.

His palm hidden in the sleeve of his white robe clenched subconsciously, and then... slowly loosened. He continued: "What realm is that person in? What are his characteristics?"

"I can't tell the strength of that person clearly, but he must be at the sixth level of the Dragon Rank, or even higher!"

Blackface replied.

The Sixth Level of the Dragon Realm is the watershed for true masters. At this level, one can only sense others at the same level, or look down from a high position at a lower position, and perceive the strength from top to bottom.

He is only at the fifth level of the Jiao realm and cannot understand it, so he must be at the sixth level of the Jiao realm or higher.

"As for the characteristics, their hair is as white as snow, their true bodies are extremely huge and sturdy, they are wearing a black-scaled chain mail, and they hold a pitch-black Fang Tian Hua Ji in their hands. Both are pseudo-demon soldiers."

"The golden vertical pupils are as fierce and ferocious as an eagle. When I make eye contact with them, I feel cold all over my body and my hair stands on end, as if I will be eaten at any moment!"

"The two golden wings on the back ribs are extremely huge, as if they were made of gold, but there is a burning aura in the air, which is really terrifying!"

"And even though I used my clone to self-destruct, I couldn't hurt him at all. I could only watch him flap his wings and fly away."

With fear in his eyes, the Black-Faced Lord prostrated himself on the ground and told the story.

The Three Saints Palace is so ancient and huge. If the Golden-Winged Roc is really found, if the person tonight is really the last king of the Three Saints Palace.

Not to mention him, the Black-faced Lord, even Qiu Shengzhen, the owner of Weijian Tower, is probably just a slightly stronger ant.

"White hair, golden eyes, chain mail, golden wings, Fang Tian Hua Ji..."

Qiu Shengzhen lowered his eyes and muttered to himself.

The atmosphere in the hall gradually became solemn and depressing; it was so eerily quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

After a long time, Qiu Shengzhen slowly exhaled.

"Legend has it that the Golden Winged Dapeng has a golden-winged Kun head, star-like eyes and leopard eyes, and holds a painted pole Fang Tian Ji in his hand."

"Although this person has golden wings, he does not have a Kun head. His golden vertical pupils are completely different from the star-eyed leopard eyes!"

"The painted halberd has a painted halberd with colorful decorations. You said that the halberd in this person's hand is completely black and is just a fake demon weapon!"

"This person is probably the Qingzhou Peng Demon, a Peng Demon created by those rubbish of the Alien God Cult using the twisted evil thoughts of human desires. He has nothing to do with the Three Saints Palace!"

"Humph! I never thought that the hands of the alien cult would extend from Qingzhou to Shuzhou..."

Qiu Shengzhen's indifferent voice echoed in the hall.

"Qingzhou Pengmo?"

Black-faced man felt relieved.

His honest face inevitably showed a bit of ferocity, and he said, "Master, I am so deceitful after being deceived by this beast. I really can't swallow it. Please give me a chance to atone for my crime. Let me capture this beast and give its blood to you!"

"No need! He already knows that you used your clone to self-destruct, so he must have been prepared. You will definitely not be his opponent! Let me deal with this beast. Your task is to guard the forbidden cave and don't let anyone disturb me! In two days, I can break through and enter the eighth level of the dragon realm!"

Qiu Shengzhen said nonchalantly.

"There is one more thing. Someone from the Demon Suppression Division of Daqi is exploring the forbidden cave tonight. They already know about us. There will definitely be masters from the Demon Suppression Division coming over later. I am afraid that I am powerless..."

The Black-Faced Lord prostrated himself on the ground, swallowed nervously, and spoke carefully.

“Don’t worry. The Demon Suppression Division’s headquarters is far away in the Great Qi Imperial City. It is difficult for them to cross the state border to come here in a short time. If it was just the Demon Suppression Division in Shuzhou, I don’t know how many people we have killed. There would be no masters left. You only need to guard this place for two days. When I achieve the eighth level of the Dragon Flood, who can stop me?!”

Qiu Shengzhen spoke calmly.

"Yes, the host!"

The fat body of the Black-faced Lord stood up from the ground, clasped his fists respectfully, then turned around, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and slowly left the underground palace.

(End of this chapter)