The Mighty Cauldron: Extreme Alchemist!

How mysterious is Hidden Kill Hall?

This is a very terrible force. I don’t know how many years it has existed. It seems that before the formation of the Nine Kingdoms, this force that has been hidden in the dark has existed for a long time.

The Nine Kingdoms have teamed up to kill the Hidden Killing Hall many times, but after each killing, the Hidden Killing Hall will grow again like a stubborn weed.

Up to now, how huge Yinyingtang is, and how many killers exist, these are all secrets. Even King Xiyue, who has colluded with Yinshatang, knows nothing about Yinshatang.

King Xiyue is also very clear that he is undoubtedly working with the Tiger to hide the skin with the Yinshentang, but he has already entered the thief ship, and it is difficult to get down again.

And Xiyue Tianwang once tentatively wanted to ask about the master of the hidden killing hall, but no matter who was talking to the hidden killing hall, as long as it was related to this aspect, it was either ignorant or secretive, and did not disclose at all. Give Xiyue Tianwang a little bit of valuable news.

The four killers of Hidden Kill Hall are well-known, and the warriors are all talking about color change. No one dares to talk too much about the four killers.

But even the four killers of wind, thunder and fire are not the highest-ranking people in the hidden killing hall.

Wind, thunder, and fire are just the killers that kill the most people. On top of them, there are more and more mysterious hidden killing masters.

For example, the masters of the four major killers, which some old-time strongmen call the existence of blue shirts, is a very terrifying strongman in the hidden killing hall.

The skills of the four killers are all taught by the blue shirts, but the blue shirts themselves have few shots. The most recent shot was also a thousand years ago.

In addition to the blue shirts, there are many mysterious powerhouses in the hidden killing hall, and the host of the hidden killing hall, who really holds this terrible mysterious organization in his hands, has never appeared.

Even if the parties of the Nine Kingdoms carried out multiple killings, they did not dig out the mysterious host.

Some people doubt that the host of the Hidden Kill Church really exists?

Or, this so-called host has actually already appeared, but it is not known.

In order to track down this mysterious hidden killing host, many forces in the Nine Kingdoms have made efforts, whether it is to send people into the hidden killing hall, or to torture the captured hidden killing killers, but all methods are used. After that, there is still no gain.

The most inconceivable thing is that even the people in the church do not know who the so-called host is.

At present, Hidden Kill is still a very active and powerful character, and it is nothing more than the first-class master of the blue shirt.

The host of the hidden killing hall has become a mystery that seems to be never solved.

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A hut built between rural fields.

The hut is very rudimentary, it seems that as long as there is a strong wind, the hut will be overturned at once.

The continuous corn is grown in the field, and the growth is not bad. It can be seen that the corn growers have spent their minds on this.

Under the hut, there was a worn chaise longue, and an old man who looked black and old like an old peasant was lying on a bamboo chair. Youzao sipped rough tea, and he hummed in unclear country tones.

This old man looks very characteristic, and it is said to be characteristic, in fact, it looks rather ugly.

Of course, it's not hard to see that it is completely impossible to see. The teeth of this black skinny man are quite good. It looks like a lot of age. The teeth are white and neat, and one is not missing. The other is not yellow.

Perhaps it was because the old farmer was too dark, so the two rows of teeth in the mouth seemed particularly white.

The dark old farmer narrowed his eyes, opened his eyes, looked at the sky above, and scolded his mouth.

"There was heavy wind and heavy rain, but my bud valley was going to suffer." The old farmer's face was sorrowful, and he guzzled a few sips of tea, and seemed to feel dry.

"Old blackhead, lying down and dozing off again?" A nearby farmer walked by, smiling and saying hello to the black-faced old farmer.

The black skinny old farmer waved his hand: "Buy yours."

Several farmers walked with their farming tools on their side, and suddenly a rude man in a green shirt holding a folding fan came in front of him.

I don’t know a few big characters. I haven’t seen any farmers in the world who have quickly made way, fearing that they might bump into this brother who looks like a big family in the city.

The green shirt scribes were very gentle and courteous, and nodded to the farmers who gave way. The farmers were nodded by him, but they were a little helpless. They didn't know how to return the gift, and they walked past with a smile on their faces.

The black skinny old farmer under the hut glanced at the qingshui scribe, and he muttered in his mouth and didn't know what unpleasant swearing was said.

"Don't come unharmed." The blue-shirted scribe walked under the hut and said, while taking a ride out of the house with a small stool and sat down.

"It's okay to see you. I've confiscated this place. Don't bother me with anything." The black skinny old man said slantingly at his eyes.

The sergeant in the blue shirt didn't care, and smiled slightly: "It's not too late to collect it after you're done. You're so good looking at the corn valley, there's nothing wrong with it."

"Fart!" Black thin old farmer turned and sat up all at once, staring at the blue shirt scribes with staring eyes.

"Laozi went out to work last time. When I came back to see the field, Bugu didn't know which wild boy was ruined. It was all over the floor. I was so angry that I almost didn't demolish the house." The black and thin old farmer said indignantly.

The green shirt scribe smiled bitterly: "But it's just some bracts. How many years have you been planting this, haven't you planted enough?"

The black and thin old farmer heard a word and poured a tea into his mouth, and then said: "I didn't plant enough. It is estimated that the day I die, I will still be thinking about this place. If I am really dead, this land will be Comparing people, I don’t know if people will continue to plant bracts, if they continue to plant, then I can die more at ease."

The green shirt scribe nodded, looked at the corn growing well in this place, and said, "If it is not necessary, I will not come to you."

"Speak, what am I going to do?" Black skinny old peasant looked helpless.

The sergeant in the blue shirt waved a picture and threw a picture scroll to the black and thin old farmer.

The old farmer took the picture and opened it with a hula.

In the eyes is a woman in a red dress, her hair is as bright as blood, wearing a unicorn mask, graceful and graceful, even if it is covered by a mask, it is like a few generations in the painting.

It's a pity that the old farmer is a rough man who doesn't know how to appreciate it~www.readwn.com~ stared at it for a while, then asked: "What are you doing?"

"The person in the painting is the Lord of the Heaven Swallowing Temple, and it is the biggest target of my hidden killing hall at present." Qing shirt scribe said.

"Swallow Heaven Temple? What is it? I haven't heard of it." The old peasant pouted, put away the scroll indiscriminately, and threw it to the qingshi scribe.

"This is not a trivial matter. In addition to you, I have to contact other people." Tsing Shi Qing picked up the scroll and turned away.

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Within the holy tree, Fang Lin's flesh has already condensed for most of the time, and there is also a dragon shadow on the bone of the real dragon demon, and it will often wrap around Fang Lin.

Although Fang Lin's body has not been completely formed, it is recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. It doesn't take too long for his physical body to reach perfection.

ps: Fourth, continue tomorrow, the 21st exemption, the 22nd outbreak, a bit hasty, to save the manuscript, the outbreak is not just the update volume, the plot is almost to the outbreak point