It turned out that King Liren was also from the Dao God Sect and was the uncle of Meng Xingyun.

It's just that King Liren has been sitting in the Wolong Mountain Range for many years, and it is deeply rooted, and the younger generation of cultivators hardly know about it.

"Just now I used a secret technique to observe, this Zhao Zhen turned out to be an atmospheric transporter, the Black Dragon Ding that the Black Dragon Junior Brother sacrificed was just a high-grade Yuan weapon, it was impossible for him to have such a huge amount of luck, it seems that he has another adventure. ”

The King of Manpower said thoughtfully.

"I have long seen that when this person was in the middle, he was hit by the Great Withering Glory Technique of the Corpse Sect, and was surrounded and killed by everyone, but he was able to fight back and fight his way out of the encirclement, and many peerless geniuses died in his hands, and he also won the Book of Life and Death, which is not simple. ”

Meng Xingyun seems to have been empty-eyed and knows everything well.

"Xingyun, what are you going to do Since he is also an atmospheric lucker, it is a great threat to you, it is better to strangle him in the cradle as soon as possible, so that you can plunder his qi luck and make your qi luck even stronger. ”

There was a murderous glint in the eyes of the Liren King.

But Meng Xingyun shook his head, obviously having other plans, "That Zhengtian Dao Sect, Zi Xiantian, sent his daughter Zi Bingling to Lei Poxiao to send a Life Recreation Pill to help Lei Poxiao recover from his injuries, and then sent it to the Western Regions, and sent Zhao Zhen to Beihan, with deep intentions, it is very likely that he is used as a chess piece to test us, if we kill him, we will fall for Zi Xiantian's scheme, this master still has a big disciple with the blood of the thunder dragon, Lei Poxiao." ”

"Hmm"

Liren Wang nodded, "Your analysis is very reasonable, Zi Xiantian is this person, the city is very deep, and he was also an atmospheric luck man back then, and he fought fiercely with your father, and in the end, he lost to your father, otherwise it is the Zhengtian Dao that now dominates the Donglin Human Race." ”

Meng Xingyun's father is the Dao God Sect Master, Dream Sansheng.

Leader of the Terrans, the first man deservedly.

"Father strategizes and wins thousands of miles, how can Zi Xiantian be an opponent"

Meng Xingyun sneered, "But during this period of time when I was cultivating, I also had some new insights, if I want to become a son of luck, I can't blindly kill people and plunder luck." ”

"Blindly killing people will only develop a killing ** and become a murderous maniac,"

"My father's skills were overwhelming, and he didn't kill Zi Xiantian and other atmospheric carriers, so now the Zhengtian Dao, the Heavenly Killing Dao, the Haoran Sword Sect, and the Yihua Sect can prosper, but no matter how prosperous these sects are, they must also surrender to the Dao God Sect and obey their father's will. ”

"Tianxingjian, the gentleman is self-improving, the terrain is good, and the gentleman is virtuous, so if you want to become a son of luck, you also need virtue and quantity, which can carry the people of the world and be convincing. ”

"My father is a son of luck, and I want to be a son of luck. ”

The wisdom beads in Mengxingyun's eyes are shining, and his words and deeds are well-organized and full of philosophy.

"The son of one door and two luck will inevitably be immortal for thousands of generations. The King of Liren said, "This time the demon clan moves), I can't take action in person, otherwise it will attract the attention of those old monsters in the demon clan, and you can only do it for you, as long as you kill the princess of the Silver Moon Sky Wolf Department, the silver moon yarn, the demon clan will inevitably be in chaos, and thus be involved in endless civil strife, so that the human race will have a chance to take advantage of it and swallow the eight wildernesses. ”

"That silver moon veil, although it has lost a drop of soul blood, it has already cultivated to the cultivation of the Yuan Five-Fold Yuan Sky Realm, the mind is empty, it is not stained with dust, and its strength is very strong, it is not so easy to kill. ”

Meng Xingyun muttered, "Going deep into the Northern Cold, there are many dangers, but it is a huge challenge for me, as long as I refine this sword of ghosts and gods, I will definitely increase my cultivation and succeed immediately." ”

"This sword of ghosts and gods is a divine weapon obtained by the Yama Ghost Emperor by chance, I don't know how much blood of the strong man has been drunk, it is impossible for the Yama Ghost Emperor to give it to others, there must be a huge cat greasy in it. ”

The King of Liren said, with a big move, "Xingyun, sit down, I will help you to completely refine this sword of ghosts and gods, even if the Yama Ghost Emperor has any tricks, he will not succeed."

So, the two of them were in this barracks, running supernatural spells and began to refine the "Sword of Ghosts and Gods".

Zhao Zhen came out of the barracks and found that Su Ningxiang and Ruan Yingying were missing, apparently taken to report to duty.

In Tianlan City, he was not worried about the safety of the two, but on the contrary, he had just come to Tianlan City and took on a task.

Zhao Zhen walked alone on the wide streets of Tianlan City, and there were still shouts of cāo) practice coming from the surrounding barracks, but they seemed a little out of place with him.

"In the barracks, the order is stopped, and whoever dares to disobey the order will be dealt with by military law. This commander doesn't matter what your share, which sect you are a true disciple of, since you have entered the Shenwei Battalion, you must obey the military order, it is best to forget the past, and do a good job of training, now a drop of sweat will shed a drop of blood on the battlefield, understand?"

In a barracks on the right, a commander stands tall above and speaks to the black-pressed soldiers below.

"Boy, where do you dare to play tricks in the barracks, hit me. ”

In a barracks on the left, an unruly disciple of the true lineage of the sect was pressed to the ground and beaten by several soldiers wearing armor, screaming and screaming.

True disciples, within the major sects, are high above and have the power of life and death.

But when he arrived at the barracks, he could only be a big soldier, called by others, and taught a lesson.

Those true disciples who came to the Wolong Mountain Range for trials would be arranged in various camps for hard training before they could be sent to the battlefield to kill demons and make meritorious contributions.

Only Zhao Zhen is an exception.

He was like a passer-by, walking through the barracks, only to be seen from afar, not to enter.

"Why is my treatment different from others, I am always targeted, suppressed, and embarrassed" Zhao Zhen suddenly had a huge question in his heart.

Is it your own reason?

Gradually, he became a little confused.

On the way to Beihan, he also had some expectations in his heart, how much he hoped to get the affirmation of the King of Liren, and then go into battle to kill the enemy, make contributions, and be a blockbuster.

Let those who regard themselves as demons, shouting and shouting to kill, be surprised.

However, it backfired.

Unconsciously, Zhao Zhen came to the center of Tianlan City, which was a huge sand field, surrounded by copper drums, horns, and countless flags, waving in the wind.

A tall point stands in it.

Behind the point of the platform, is a huge monument, the color is deep, there are four iron painting silver hooks on it, "Yongzhen mountains and rivers".

This giant monument is the "Frontier Stone Monument", a total of nine, condensed into a "Ninety-Nine to One Array", and the entire Wolong Mountain Range is integrated, forming a barrier that the demon clan cannot cross, and winning a world for hundreds of millions of people to recuperate.

Zhao Zhen still couldn't enter the battlefield, so he could only stand outside, looking at the "Sealed Frontier Stone Tablet" from a distance, feeling the reckless power in it, thrilling.

This stone monument is like a lonely old man, who has left countless wrinkles and traces over the years, but it still stands tall and protects the peace of the Donglin human race.

Perhaps, this is the road that must be experienced to become a strong man, alone, difficult, and tribulation, but still able to stand proudly in the wind and snow and hold up a piece of the world. ”

At this moment, Zhao Zhen felt the spirit on the "Frontier Stone Tablet", and suddenly seemed to be enlightened.

He turned away and came to the gate of the city.

The warriors who were guarding the gates seemed to have received orders a long time ago, and they did not stop them, interrogated, and immediately opened the gates.

Zhao Zhenying flashed, swept out of the city gate, and truly stood on the land of Northern Cold.

Bang dang

The gates of the city were slammed shut.

At this time, Zhao Zhenzhen's mind was shaken, standing outside the city gate, and his eyes were looking ahead.

In his field of vision, there was a vast earth, the earth was black, and a strong smell of blood came with the breeze.

Zhao Zhen walked forward, as if he had stepped on something, with a click, he picked up the dirt, it was a pile of bones, there were people and demons, mixed together, and I don't know who was who.

A feeling of bloody desolation arose.

This land is strange, and there is an indelible hatred between the two races, and anyone who comes here will feel heavy and depressed.

This kind of depression will make people breathless, and some of them can't breathe, as if they are going to suffocate at any time.

The further he went, the stronger this feeling became, and Zhao Zhen could almost hear his heart beating faster and thumping.

That drop of soul blood even operated on its own, giving him a tendency to demonize.

He hurriedly used his Yuan Force, firmly locked the soul blood, prevented the demonization from happening, and then soared into the air and roared forward.

Thousands of miles in a radius, there is actually a flat river, bare and not even a single grass, this is the reason why the demon army has launched attacks on the Wolong Mountain Range again and again for countless years, and the ground has already been leveled.

Thousands of miles later, there are endless mountains and deep jungles, and you can faintly hear bursts of roars in your ears, which is terrifying.

In the air, there is also a dangerous aura.

Zhao Zhen's gaze swept over, and instead of moving forward, he descended on a mountain peak, and formed a magic seal in his hands, and immediately centered on him, and the fluctuations in circles were transmitted to all around.

After a few moments, he took the seal, sat down, took out the scroll again, and opened it.

"This mission, for other people, must be very dangerous, nine deaths, but for me, it is not difficult" Zhao Zhen muttered, a cold light appeared in his eyes, "Liren King, you want to put me to death, but I don't want you to get your wish, not only that, I also want to complete this task beautifully, see what you say." ”

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