Football City, an ordinary-looking single-family villa.

The old and ancient doors open one after another without wind, and the aisles are deep, as if they continue into endless darkness.

At the bottom of the villa, there is a vast hall of at least 10,000 square meters, and in the middle of the hall is a huge oval table made of beech, with exactly thirteen chairs.

In the boundless darkness, two green eyes suddenly lit up, and then, one by one, the eyes opened one after another from the darkness, and these eyes flashed with evil or murderous light.

A moment later, a bunch of flames burned above this hall, and I don't know what magic array was set up, and the bright red flames burned in the air, lighting up this huge hall.

In front of this huge round table, it was already full of people, thirteen seats, only one was empty, and at the bottom was Terence Merx, who suffered a big loss under Bai Junyi and Shen Hongsleeve when he was in the Tibetan Border Valley.

His originally handsome, unusually fair face was even more white and terrifying at this time, without a trace of blood, and the trace of consciousness that Terrance possessed on Pearl was also destroyed under the sword light of Shen Hongsleeve, which can be said to have hurt his origin, and with the death of Elvis and Pearl, the two geniuses of the Mex family, it is strange that his face can be good.

"Terrance, you suddenly asked for a round table because you suffered a loss in the East?"

Suddenly, there was a giggling sound in the dead silence.

Terrance looked up, his bloodshot eyes looking at where the laughter was coming from, and saw a two-meter-tall man leaning forward and backward with a smile.

"William, even if I am seriously injured, I can easily kill you!"

Terrance said indifferently.

The giant man named William suddenly let out a burst of wild laughter, stood up arrogantly, and said simply: "I'll wait for you outside, filthy stinky bat!"

As soon as his words fell, the middle-aged gentleman beside Terrance suddenly smiled elegantly and said lightly, "Can I regard Lord William's words just now as a challenge to the entire blood clan?"

William's face changed, and his arrogant expression was mostly retracted, although Terence Mexs was already at the peak of the Marquis, he was one step closer to entering the realm of the Duke, but after all, he was still on the same level as himself, looking at his current injury, he had an eighty percent chance of killing Terence at the beginning, but the vampire in front of him was the family of the Stuka family, and he was the Grand Duke two hundred years ago, and he was never an opponent.

Werewolves and blood clans are originally feuds, although they are both members of the Dark Council, but these two forces don't know how many times they have fought in secret, William's werewolf tribe and the Mex family have a deep grudge, so it's strange that William doesn't taunt when he sees Terrance injured.

Seeing that Duke Stuka spoke to stop William's provocation, the thin old man who seemed to be asleep in the top position of the round table suddenly coughed softly and said in a harmonious voice: "Marquis William, Terrance was injured this time, also because of the council's affairs, you must not provoke again!"

As soon as the thin old man spoke, William's rough face showed a trace of solemnity, nodded, and sat back in the chair, even if it was Stuka just now, although he was not an opponent, but there were also elders and masters of the werewolf tribe behind him, and he was not too afraid.

But for this old man who looked like he was about to die of old age, he didn't dare to be a little presumptuous.

In the dark world, the strong are kings, William clearly knows that this old man's magic power has reached the point of extreme terror, if he wants to kill himself, it is just a snap of his fingers, and his tribe will never dare to resist at all.

Seeing that the scene was quiet, the old wizard opened his somewhat hazy eyes, looked at Terrance, and asked, "Terrance, are you asking for a round table meeting?"

Hearing the old wizard's question, even the arrogant and abnormal Terrance didn't dare to hesitate at all, and immediately said: "Your Excellency Jotun, this time, because of the request of the British government, the Mex family sent a baron to make a move, but unexpectedly, he was killed by the cultivators in the East, and even Elvis and Pearl were killed by the other party, I suspect that the government of the Huaxia Kingdom has also cooperated with their cultivators!"

As soon as his words came out, these giants participating in the round table instantly became unusually quiet, and even the werewolf Marquis William was cautious.

They originally thought that Terrance was injured in the East, just because of their own reasons, and more because they wanted to watch the show, but they didn't expect it to be because of the government.

The old wizard who was called His Excellency Jotun by Terrance had no change in face, but slowly tapped the table with his long nails, and said slowly in an old voice: "For hundreds of years, the cultivators of Huaxia Kingdom have always been loners and do not interact with the regime, Terrance, can you be sure?"

The indifferent and murderous gaze suddenly fell on the patriarch of the Mexs family, and there was actually a trace of cold sweat on Terrance's body, he straightened up suddenly, and said: "The subordinates are very sure, that base, originally because the baron in my family killed a special squad in the Huaxia ** team, those cultivators came for revenge, and I also investigated afterwards, that base has been handed over to the army!"

After listening to Terrance's words, the old wizard sighed softly and was silent for a moment before he said, "This kind of change, first inform the elders of your family, the cultivation world of Huaxia Kingdom may soon have a move against the council!"

After he finished speaking, his entire body turned into a mist and slowly dissipated.

Seeing the old wizard leave, and the people who were at the round table leaving, Terrance and Stuka who were sitting next to him glanced at each other, and they also turned into a blood-red bat and disappeared into the hall.

In the endless Kunlun Mountains, the cold wind was still howling, and in that small valley, Zao Wou-ki's face was full of anxiety, and he walked up and down the tent.

Even the shopkeeper of He San, who has always been smiling, has a trace of impatience hidden in his smiling face at this time.

Only Mu Daoren, the owner of the Tibetan Sword Building, was still a wooden face, sitting cross-legged in the corner, facing a cyan long sword on his chest, slowly breathing and exhaling.

"Shopkeeper He San, it's been almost a month, and this Mo Zhiqing hasn't come out of the sect at all, how do you say we are?"

Zhao Wuji finally couldn't bear it anymore and whispered to He San's shopkeeper on the side.

Originally, he was also a generation of masters, and he was at the top of the list, but he stayed in the Kunlun Mountains with extremely bad weather for a month, and there was no reaction, even if it was him, he couldn't wait.

He San's shopkeeper smiled bitterly and said: "What can I do, the master of the Holy Maiden Gate is already haunted, and the traces are difficult to find......"

"But this time I have exact news from the Treasure Pavilion, Mo Zhiqing is in the sect, and we have been guarding this valley, if she wants to go out, she will definitely not be able to escape our eyes!"

He San's shopkeeper said slightly perk.

But they still couldn't help but feel anxious in their hearts, as cultivators, if it was normal for them to retreat for months or even years in order to break through a certain predicament, should they stay here all the time?

He San's shopkeeper is a little better, they have been plotting the Holy Maiden Gate for a long time, and they are also mentally prepared to consume it, but Zhao Wuji is a little unable to stand it.

Suddenly, the knife intent that had been silent outside the tent for a month suddenly invaded the tent, and turned slightly towards the place where Zao Wou-Ki was, and the terrifying killing intent instantly enveloped Zao Wou-Ki.

As the great master of the Seven Veins Realm, Zhao Wuji, the head of the Zhao family, actually didn't have the slightest intention of resisting, and could only watch as this sword intent slashed towards his head.

However, this sword intent, half an inch from Zao Wouji's forehead, suddenly stopped, and the extremely indifferent voice slowly came from outside.

"Wait, or die!"

The Sword Emperor is flawless!

Zao Wou-Ki was cold, waiting for the sword intent to disappear, but he had already felt a trace of blood, which slowly appeared on his forehead.

Is this the terrifying strength of the Eight Veins Realm master, Zhao Wuji's heart suddenly felt a little more remorseful, maybe he shouldn't have participated in this matter, even if he really annihilated the Holy Maiden Sect, would he really be able to get what he needed?

You must know that cooperation is always just a dialogue between people with equal strength, and yourself, whether it is with the Treasure Pavilion or the Hidden Sword Tower, is too far behind.

Now, he can only hope that the contract of He San's shopkeeper is really valid......

Mo Zhiqing sat in a secret room, her white and slender fingers moved slightly, and a pale black sword light suddenly appeared in mid-air, the sword momentum was not strong, but faintly, it was in line with the rhythm of heaven and earth.

This is the three swords of reaching the sky that Mo Zhiqing realized from the Heavenly Machine Tablet, combined with the way of music and rhythm that she is best at, when she was in the Five Veins Realm, there was already a hint of the meaning of the Heavenly Dao, and the power was so strong that it was indescribable.

However, this Three Swords of Heaven is also after she broke through the second heavenly ladder and reached the Six Veins Realm, she really cultivated.

But at this moment, there was a hint of disharmony in the originally harmonious sword momentum.

Mo Zhiqing's face changed, and with a turn of her fingers, the ink-washing sword in the air had returned to her sleeve, and she knew where this trace of dissonance in the sword momentum came from.

Her heart is in turmoil!

When she was in a daze, Mo Zhiqing suddenly sensed that the vitality in this void world began to move, which was Bai Junyi's cultivation.

What is this guy doing again!

Mo Zhiqing was a little annoyed, and was about to ignore him and continue to practice swordsmanship by herself, when suddenly she felt the special movement of that vitality.

The figure moved, and it had already appeared on the edge of the big lake.