Throne of All Realms

A majestic hall stands quietly among the continuous mountains. Under the night, it looks like a monster born from ancient times, mysterious, powerful, and proud!

Suddenly, a figure in a purple robe stepped out of it. His figure seemed to be slow but fast, and his steps were understated, causing the surroundings to tremble. A trace of electric light floated in the sky, instantly covering a radius of hundreds of feet.

The figure raised his head, and under the hazy moonlight, one could vaguely see that this person had a straight nose, thin lips like a knife, and a long face with a faint jade-like light.

A cruel smile floated from the corner of his mouth, he raised his right hand slightly, and pointed his slender index finger at the void: "The one who should be robbed will eventually be wiped out!"

boom!

As soon as the sound fell, a beam of electric light exploded from his fingertips, crackling!

Responding to the sound, the strands of wandering electric light suddenly became extremely thick, each one was like a python, hundreds of electric pythons swam wildly, rendering the night sky golden, and the endless violent breath ran wildly.

"Bang bang bang!"

Suddenly, countless electric pythons rushed into the main hall behind them, like millions of tons of explosives exploded, the main hall was blown apart by a strong air current, rushing towards all directions with a whistling sound.

The figure of this person was still standing proudly in the air like a demon god, those rioting temple stones couldn't get close to him at all, and they were already shattered into pieces after being separated by tens of feet.

Behind him is a scene of heaven and earth falling apart, but he is as motionless as a mountain, extremely dynamic and extremely still, forming a strange and harmonious picture under the moonlight!

After a long while, when everything was calm, there was a wave of congratulations: "Congratulations to Senior Brother Ji for his great success in robbing Yuan! Get on the list of great achievements as soon as possible!"

Amidst the congratulations, several disciples dressed in Jianjianzhuang's costumes half-kneeled together, staring wildly at the figure in mid-air.This senior brother "Ji Wudao" is a third-class talent in Jianzhong, at the age of 28, he is already a master in the Lingxuan Realm, and he is already the default owner of the village.

Although in terms of cultivation, he is inferior to another legendary genius in Zhuangzhong, "Sword Ten Killers", but many people are passing it on, it's just because Jian Mie has practiced ten years more than him.

If they were of the same age, Ji Wudao would have already become a strong person in the Profound Realm!

"Ah."

Ji Wudao nodded indifferently, and glanced at the disciples below: "There is still more than a year left, and it will be the final ranking of the Dacheng list! At that time, my name, Ji Wudao, will definitely be on the list!"

The wild self-confidence did not arouse the resentment of the people below, but made them shout even more frantically.

"During the days of my retreat, is there any new news about the disciples of my Burial Sword Village?"

Unlike Jian Shisha who are obsessed with swordsmanship and only have cultivation in their eyes, this Ji Wudao is more interested in Zhuangzhong affairs.Therefore, this year's owner also specially cultivated his ability in this area.

"Senior brother, during your 23 days of retreat, the breath of my Burial Sword Village disciples disappeared again for 56 people!" Someone reported.

"Well, this desolate prison battlefield is full of dangers, and some casualties are normal. This is like the way of raising Gu. Only those who survive to the end are the talents I really need in Jianjian Village."

Ji Wudao said indifferently, seeing that the people below were hesitant to speak, he couldn't help frowning: "What else?"

"Senior brother, that sword-mie aura disappeared three days ago! Afterwards, Feng Hongyi also disappeared in the same place!" The disciple answered boldly when he was staring at him.

"Um!?"

Ji Wudao's eyes moved, and a ray of light appeared in his eyes. The disciple who was reporting seemed to be struck by lightning, his body trembled, and he took a step back in shock.

"Jian Mie should still be in Moyun City at this moment, it is impossible for a king-level blood monster to appear there, and that is the hand of the warrior!"

Ji Wudao's cheeks twitched, the Great Elder has always supported him, so he had to be concerned about Jian Mie's death: "Feng Hongyi should have gone to seek justice, and then he was murdered. It seems that this person is very serious about my burial in Jianzhuang. His evil thoughts are not small."

His last words were sombre, and his voice echoed in the night sky, everyone felt their skin go numb.Although among them there are also those who have become strong in the Lingxuan Realm, but compared with Ji Wudao, there is still a lot of distance.

This Ji Wudao has a very deep grasp of "Jie Yuan". In terms of ranking alone, he is now the tenth existence on the Zhongcheng list!

"Jueshan!" Ji Wudao shouted suddenly.

"Junior brother is here!" A middle-aged man with a magnificent figure walked out of the crowd, clasped his fists and bowed in response.

"You choose three people, and together with you, go to Namoyun City to see who dares to be rude to me at Burial Sword Village."

Ji Wudao regained his composure, and said indifferently: "Don't kill him, bring him and let me see if he has one more courage than others."

"Mang Jueshan" twisted his lips, and the scar on his right eye twitched violently, and said fiercely: "Yes, senior brother, I will cut open his stomach first, and if I have extra courage, I will cut it for him. To save him from being bold and provoking people."

Ji Wudao nodded in satisfaction, this Mang Jueshan was ranked as high as "58" even in the Zhongcheng list, to do such a small matter is completely like killing a chicken with a butcher's knife.

"Go."

Waving his hand, Ji Wudao looked at the bright moon in mid-air, and a thought flashed between his brows: Brother Jian Shisha joined forces with the geniuses of the Chikui tribe to hunt down that "Qingli", and it has been more than half a month now, I don't know if it has already happened success?

After thinking quietly for a while, he smiled coldly, his eyes full of murderous color: "Jiange? The good days of your arrogance in the southern seas for many years, it's time to end—"

"From now on, it will be the world of our Burial Sword Village!"

……

Hundreds of thousands of kilometers deep into the deserted prison battlefield, there stands a huge city with a diameter of more than a hundred miles. If you look down from a high altitude, you can see a mountain range entrenched in it like a dragon, which is extremely majestic.

In principle, this city is only allowed to enter the Lingxuan Realm Xiaocheng and below, if someone violates the rules, it will immediately cause the attack of the junior Tiangongqiao in the city.

With that level of strength, even those in the Profound Realm have no choice but to stay away!

That day, a figure in a black robe appeared on a hill dozens of miles outside the city, and the breeze blew by, making hunting sounds around him.

"Well, it's finally here!"

There is no doubt that this person is Luo Chen.

He was walking honestly along the way.Although the speed of progress was a bit slower, but the gains were quite a lot. Soul points alone increased by more than 1 points!

In addition, there were also a few blind adventure groups who wanted to take advantage of it, but Luo Chen waved him away and confiscated all their treasures.

After counting, the number of spiritual fluids that Luo Chen carried with him has exceeded [-], and the number of soul points has also successfully reached [-]!

"Old man, Yaoguang City is coming soon, you should tell me the mystery of the sword skeleton?" Luo Chen vaguely guessed that there seemed to be a so-called "Sword Skeleton" in Yaoguang City, and he raised his sword power to match it. There is an inseparable relationship.