Ten Desolate Daluo

Chapter 831: The Jambudvipa Clan
"What? You said that the envoy of the Holy Mountain actually killed the prince of the Zifu in the Mysterious Tongxuan Realm?!" In a large hall, many elders from the Ming clan were gathering to discuss recent events.

"Are you sure he didn't use any external force?" a grey-haired Nadir said in a deep voice.

"That's right. He didn't use any powerful spiritual soldiers, nor did he have any external assistance. He killed all the princes of the Zifu who were chasing him by himself."

"I beat Miluo to death with two fists..." Another old man from the Ming clan took a deep breath. They felt heavy in their hearts. Even stepping into the secret realm of the Purple Mansion, he was at the age of being diligent and brave. Unexpectedly, he couldn't block two punches in front of Fang Qi!

This holy mountain emissary was indeed not built!

"He is the real messenger of the Holy Mountain!" an old man sighed.

"We Mingzu have served the Holy Mountain for generations. Life is the people of the Holy Mountain. Death is the soul of the Holy Mountain."

"Now the Holy Mountain we betrayed sent people to hunt down and kill the people we were supposed to serve. I am afraid that the Holy Mountain has already been angered. If the Holy Mountain comes again, when it rains boundless anger, it will be said that our family is exterminated. It's time." The old man sat at the top, with a sad face, although his appearance was old, but his eyes were shining with wisdom, but at this moment, he was full of worries.

"Great Elder!" A middle-aged Mingzu stood up and said in a deep voice, "Although he is very good, it is not known whether he is the messenger of the Holy Mountain. After all, all the Mingzu who have seen him come out of the Holy Mountain clan, are all dead."

"Whether his words are credible or not, we don't know. Our temptation is also to remove obstacles for the honor and reputation of the Holy Mountain Messenger. Otherwise, letting people pretend to be the Holy Mountain Messenger will be the face of our twelve royal families of the Ming Dynasty." What is there?"

"I believe that the envoy of the Holy Mountain will understand our good intentions." The middle-aged Mingzu said respectfully.

The great elder raised his eyebrows slightly, waved his hands and said with a smile: "I hope so, but this envoy from the Holy Mountain is the disciple of that one, and you must know the character of that one, right? Then his disciple's character... "

Everyone in the hall frowned. They knew that person's character too well!
Kill decisively, mercilessly!

These words come to describe that person is light, and what is even more monstrous is that the other party is so intelligent. Back then, the entire underworld was in turmoil. There were countless wars, and the various tribes fought endlessly. The other party was stunned. The entire underworld!
Just this wise plan shocked them now. If they were placed in the era at that time, even if they made a mistake, they would die immediately on the spot.

"Our Jambudvipa family really made a big mistake this time, and although we don't know whether the other party is the real messenger of the Holy Mountain, but based on this potential alone, it should be, and the other party and that person Their looks are also very similar, they should come from the same place, no one in our underworld looks like that..."

"Grand Elder, I think you are too imposing on others, and you have destroyed your own aura. My Jambudvipa family is one of the twelve royal families. Even if I am the disciple of that person, that person cannot come now. We When the time comes to directly send a stronger real person from the Zifu, or a giant from the Dao Palace, isn't this kid easy to catch?" A rough-looking Yan Futi clansman said dissatisfied.

"If you can think of it, that person can't think of it?" The elder was dissatisfied that the other party interrupted him, and suddenly his brows sank, and he said coldly.

The rough-looking Yan Futi clansman was stunned immediately, and could only shut up angrily, but he still muttered: "Whether he is that person's disciple or not is just a guess. The great sacrifice has to be recognized by the sacred mountain, otherwise it will be a dishonorable name after all."

"You still dare to talk back?" The Great Elder's eyebrows trembled slightly, his skin wrinkled like chicken skin, and he ordered coldly, "Show me the things sent by the envoy of the Holy Mountain!"

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Not long after, some wooden boxes were brought up, and the Yanbuti people in the main hall looked at these boxes with puzzled faces, and saw that the boxes were opened one after another, and there were human heads inside!

Their faces suddenly became ugly, this is a demonstration to them!
"These heads were all sent by the envoys of the Holy Mountain..." the elder said with a gloomy face. He was also very angry in his heart, but there was no way. Killing him was already a mistake, and now the other party sent the head, although it was arrogant, but he felt it was normal.

The envoy of the Holy Mountain is above all else, and his status is extremely respected. If Fang Qi hadn't been so arrogant, but instead humbly begged for peace, the Great Elder might have wondered in his heart whether this kid is that person's disciple or not.

"These heads are all members of our Jambudvipa clan sent out!"

"Now, the envoy of the Holy Mountain has sent all these heads. Do you understand what he means?" He said coldly, "If we don't give him a satisfactory answer, you should know his anger."

"What kind of anger can he have? Great Elder, you think too highly of him. It is not yet known whether he is the real messenger of the Holy Mountain. Before the Holy Mountain Sacrifice, it is still open to question whether he is that person's disciple..." A Yan Fu The elders of the Ti clan said dissatisfied.

"Look at the sword marks on those wounds before you speak!" the Great Elder said coldly.

Everyone looked at the incisions on the heads. The incisions were as smooth as a mirror without any stagnation. These heads were cut off instantly by the sword energy.

"Don't you feel a little familiar with these sword marks?" the Great Elder said coldly.

"That person back then also used this sword technique!"

"This is the same sword mark!"

"The sword marks that that person used back then are also like this, blazing and galloping, aggression like fire but all-encompassing!"

"That person once said personally that this sword technique is the supreme sword technique, named "Big Burning Heart Sword Art." The coldness in the eyes of the Great Elder became more intense.

The whole hall was dead silent.

"Then Great Elder, what should we do?" Everyone looked at the cut sword marks, and then thought of those sword marks treasured in the Dao Zangjing Pavilion, and suddenly a strong uneasiness rose in their hearts.

These sword marks come from the same vein!
The envoy from the Holy Mountain is really that person's disciple!

As soon as they thought of that person, memories of the fear they had once flooded in their hearts, and they immediately gritted their teeth and looked at the Great Elder.

The Great Elder's white eyebrows trembled slightly, finally sighed, waved his hands and said, "Since you are that person's disciple, you also understand that person's temper. From now on, pass on the order, and strictly forbid the real-level clansmen of the Zifu to attack and kill the other party!"

"As for ordinary juniors, if you can make friends with the other party, try to make friends! If you can't make friends, just stay away!" He rubbed his temples, slowly raised his head and said, "Where is the saint? Has she come back?"

"The saint is in the family." Someone replied.

"Let her come to see me quickly!" the Great Elder said seriously.

(End of this chapter)