City: the Beginning is a Copycat of Lei Bi

Lin Yang started to prepare for this matter again.

Qian Shanxue is already part of his strength.

If you can become stronger.

It is of great benefit to him, or to the entire Yuanzong. .

Chapter 189

Swish!

As the breeze blew, it was like a chaotic blade sweeping across the sky. A monk at the second level of true martial arts couldn't dodge it, and was killed by the chaotic blade on the spot.

"No. 13!"

Putting the knife away, Peng Qing looked at his mission and said something silently in his heart.

"Inheritance mission: killing one is a crime, killing ten thousand is a hero, and killing 9 million is a hero among heroes!"

"Mission requirements: kill a certain number of true martial arts monks!"

"Current mission completion: 13/10000!"

"Mission time limit: three years!"

"Mission reward: complete inheritance!"

"Mission-failure: lost inheritance!"

For the above task requirements.

Peng Qing didn't have much emotion.

After all, this is the game world, no matter how many people are killed, it is nothing more than just killing them.

In his eyes, this is just a set of cold data.

What really caught Peng Qing's attention.

It is the number of [-] true martial arts.

This number is quite a lot. In the past half a month, he has only killed thirteen of them, and he still relied on the comprehended Gale Blade Slash, and the low-grade spiritual weapon Weeping Blood Blade given by the sword slave.

at this time.

Just as Peng Qing was collecting the spoils, the voice of the sword slave came from the ring: "The Real Martial Realm in the Real Realm is limited after all. If you want to complete the task, you'd better go to the Spirit Realm."

"With my current strength, will it be too risky to go to the spiritual realm?"

"Although you are now the first level of true martial arts, you have the weeping blood blade of the previous master in your hand. This is a weapon that kills more powerfully. Don't look at it as a low-grade spiritual weapon now.

As long as enough people are beheaded, it will become stronger step by step.

With your current strength, combined with the Blade of Weeping Blood, the monks in the inner world will not be your opponent.

If you go to the spiritual domain, as long as you don't deliberately provoke monks in the spiritual realm, you can run away if you can't beat you, and you can seek wealth and wealth. I don't need to teach you these principles! "

"Spiritual Realm?" Peng Qing muttered.

The sword slave's old voice continued: "The True Martial Realm is the top in the Real Realm, if you lose too much True Martial Realm, it will definitely arouse everyone's vigilance.

Although there are not many masters in the real domain, the Zongmen still has the foundation of suppressing the sect. If they use these methods, it will be difficult for them at the current stage to compete with them.

On the contrary, in the spiritual domain, although the real martial arts masters are masters, they are not top-notch after all, and it is normal for some real martial arts to fall due to frequent battles.

To complete the task and obtain the supreme inheritance, one must have courage that ordinary people do not have. "

The words of the knife slave.

Breaking up Peng Qing's hesitation.

indeed.

Although he is the first level of true martial arts, his comprehensive strength has already surpassed this level.

In addition to killing thirteen monks at the true martial arts level, his own state has almost reached the peak of the first class of true martial arts, and it will not be long before he can break through to the second level of true martial arts.

If you think about it this way, it's not impossible to go to Lingyu.

"What's going on, another elder is missing!"

Zhang Jiye's face was gloomy and cold. Looking at the people below, he felt a surge of anger in his chest, ready to erupt at any moment.

One person braved his anger and replied bravely: "When I rushed over, there was only a mess left in place. I'm afraid Elder Liu is already in danger."

"Sovereign, in just three days, three of our elders have disappeared, and one of them has been confirmed to have fallen, and the other two may be the same.

Could this matter be another sect secretly targeting us! "

"Check it out for me, focus on those three sects, and see who is most likely to do it." Zhang Jiye suppressed his anger and said in a cold voice.

The sect he belongs to only has a dozen or so True Martial Realm.

Now that three True Martial Realms have been lost, the loss is not small at all.

In Zhang Jiye's heart, the person who made the move must be the hostile force of the sect.

As for whether it was the hand of a foreigner.

He didn't think about it at all.

Let's talk about whether the Yiren has this strength, even if there is, the sect is not destroyed now, and those who die in the hands of the Yiren can be resurrected, even if there is a three-day buffer period.

But three days have passed since the first elder who fell.

There is no resurrection!

That means that the person who did it is not a stranger.

Some judgments are so simple, but in Zhang Jiye's view, they are iron-clad facts.

He just wants to know now.

Which sect is going to attack him.

Zhang Jiye already felt that there seemed to be a layer of black mist covering him, and the dark place was more like scarlet eyes staring at him coldly, ready to pounce on him at any moment to give him a fatal blow.

Simultaneously.

Other sects in this real domain are also secretly investigating.

Because during this period of time, they also lost several monks in the real martial arts realm.

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In the study room, which was as bright as day, Bei Yunhou held a volume of books in his hand and was studying them carefully. Spiritual incense was lit on the desk, and the fragrance filled the whole room.

Tuk Tuk!

"Master Hou, I need to see you in this humble position!"

"come in!"

Bei Yunhou said indifferently, but his eyes still fell on the book in his hand, without moving a bit.

Yea!

There was a slight sound, the door was pushed open, and a tall man in casual clothes came in.

After seeing Bei Yunhou, he immediately bowed his head and clasped his fists, "I've seen Lord Hou!"

"Tell me, what happened?"

"The remnants of Marquis Yifeng have been found!"

"Huh?" Bei Yunhou paused for a while while holding the book, and finally moved his eyes away, landed on the man, and said, "Where is he?"

"It's outside, saying that I want to see Lord Hou!"

"Is there anyone else besides himself?"

"Never seen it."

"Let him come to the side hall to meet me!"

Bei Yunhou put down the book in his hand, immediately stood up and walked out of the study.

That man followed Bei Yunhou, and when he left the study, he turned around and closed the door respectfully again.

Side hall.

Bei Yunhou sat on the main seat, and below stood a middle-aged man whose clothes were a bit worn out and smelled of dust, with a parcel on his back.

"Sinner Cheng Zhong, met Bei Yunhou!" After speaking, the middle-aged man knelt down directly.

Bei Yunhou had a gentle expression on his face, and said with a light smile: "This Marquis is very curious, why did the remnant of Yifenghou who has been pursuing him all this time choose to throw himself into the trap?"

"I am originally from the Dazhao Kingdom, but I was forced to embark on this road of no return because I was deeply bewitched by Fenghou. Now I have come to my senses, and I have come to plead guilty to Lord Hou!"

"Aren't you afraid that the Marquis will kill you?"

"I'm afraid, but since I've done something wrong, even if I lose my character, it's my own fault. I just hope that Lord Hou can see that I'm willing to come forward to confess my crime, and he can forgive me and give me a lighter sentence!" Cheng Zhong's body trembled slightly, but he still spoke loudly. replied.

Bei Yunhou picked up the teacup on the side, touched the teacup lightly with the lid, and said: "The prodigal son will not change his money when he turns back. where?"

"Look, Lord Hou!" Cheng Zhong untied the package behind his back, and then raised the package above his head with both hands.

Seeing this, the guard at the side stepped forward to fetch the package, and then spread it out, revealing a black box.

Afterwards, he saw the other party holding a box, walked up to Bei Yunhou, handed it forward respectfully, and said, "Master Hou, please look!"

"Open it!"

"Yes!"

Hearing this, the guard immediately opened the box.

Immediately.

A foul smell came from the box.

Bei Yunhou glanced at the box, his eyes seemed to fluctuate a bit, and then waved his hand to signal the other party to back away with the box in hand.

Subsequently.