"Why are you here?" The Chixiao Demon King opened his eyes wide, his gaze was cold, staring at this nasty guy, and said angrily.

"Why don't I come here, I have said that I want to master the Pure Altar, where else can I be if I am not here?"

The Chixiao Demon King didn't speak, but handed him a big white eye, and when he saw that he was captured, he was reduced to a prisoner, but he was still so arrogant, she shook her head, she didn't care about him anymore, and walked to the depths of the underground palace, but soon after, she began to regret it.

In the central hall of the underground palace, everyone in the Pure World Killing Altar gathered here, the old man, the children, and the young people, although they all had doubts in their hearts, but their faces were all silent, the hall was silent, Jing Fanchen, Zhang Ling, and the Chixiao Demon King were all standing in the attic, and Yeyang also hugged his hands, standing aside and watching them.

"Since the establishment of the Pure World Killing Altar, it has been five hundred years, and the years are not forgiving, I am now more than six hundred years old, and when I am old, I don't have any mind to take charge of the Pure Altar, and it is time to hand over power. ”

"Yeyang Xiaoyou, no more than 100 years old, is already the middle level of the Chongmai Realm, and the combat power is extraordinary, in terms of strength, it is already the highest among you and others, in terms of strategy, it is not a fuel-efficient guy, if the Pure Altar is led by him, it will be able to go to the next level, today, I am pure mortal, and I will officially hand over the Pure Altar to Yeyang, from now on, he is the second generation of my Pure Altar Master!"

After being silent for a long time, Jing Fanchen slowly spoke, and the old voice came into everyone's ears, and everyone's expressions were strange, and they once wondered if they had heard it wrong, but then, they saw Jing Fanchen put one hand on his chest and saluted the night sun on the side: "Altar master." ”

Although he didn't bend down, and there was not the slightest respect in his tone, this at least represented an attitude, and the people in the Pure Altar could no longer remain calm, and they exploded all of a sudden, except for Zhang Ling, even the Chixiao Demon King showed a panicked look on his face.

"The altar master can't! This guy is unknown, ruthless, and has a bad stomach, if the altar falls into his hands, he doesn't know what will become of it, the altar owner should think twice!"

"How can the foundation of the altar for 500 years fall into the hands of others?

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The noise came and went, but was interrupted by Jing Fanchen's angry shout: "That's enough! This is an order, those who don't want to obey leave directly, dare to say more, kill!" After speaking, he waved his sleeves and left, leaving only the people of the Pure Altar with blank faces.

The Chixiao Demon King was also caught off guard by this sudden change, and when he saw Yeyang looking at her with a smile, he couldn't help but glare at him viciously, and after snorting coldly, he left angrily.

Zhang Ling, who had known everything for a long time, didn't think there was anything wrong, so he naturally smiled at Yeyang and saluted with his fists: "Altar master, please come down, there are some things you still need to be familiar with in the altar." ”

Yeyang nodded, a little happy in his heart, but there was no fluctuation on his face, and followed Zhang Ling through the crowd with different faces, and went to the depths of the Pure Altar, everyone looked at his back, and they still hadn't reacted, they Pure World Killing Altar, just changed hands so inexplicably?

Although the process was very hasty and short, there was no handover ceremony, and there were not a few words, and there was only less than a cup of tea from the beginning to the end, but the effect was very good, and it was carried out vigorously and resolutely, which was also thanks to the high prestige of Jing Fanchen on weekdays, and no one dared to disobey him.

Some people are indifferent by nature, and if they change the altar owner, it doesn't matter to them, so they naturally accept it. Some people have followed Jing Fanchen for dozens or hundreds of years, and they have deep feelings, and they can't accept Yeyang's thief, but because of Jing Fanchen's face, they can only endure it.

There are also some people who see the wind and rudder, thinking that their opportunity to soar has come, and immediately pursued the new altar master, but it seems that there is no practical effect, and they are directly ignored by him.

There are also a very small number of people who are very sensible and feel that Yeyang does have the ability to lead the Pure Altar, so they do their best to assist, no matter what, he deserves to be the master of the Pure Altar.

In one day, Zhang Ling took Yeyang to familiarize himself with the various things of the Pure World Killing Altar, checked the income and expenditure of the account books and the distribution of personnel, and also went to the reserve camp to inspect the training of a group of teenagers, and listened to the teachings and teachings of the old killer by the way.

Jingtan is a more professional killer organization, generally buyers in various taverns to place tasks, pay a deposit of 20%, and then the tavern will transfer the task to the dungeon altar to post, each killer chooses the task by himself, and gets a reward after completion.

The rules of the Pure Altar are between loose and strict, each killer completes at least one task a month, otherwise he will be severely punished, but as long as the task is completed, the rest of the time can be arranged at will, but he can't leave the underground palace.

There are two kinds of tasks released by the net altar, ordinary tasks and designated tasks, according to the difficulty of ordinary tasks, you can choose to complete it alone or in a team, and the reward for this kind of task will be drawn fifty percent.

The reward for the designated task will generally be very high, but relatively, the degree of danger will be much higher, this kind of task is commanded by the three lords in a unified manner, and the killer with outstanding strength is selected to complete, and the killer who performs the task in the reward can take thirty percent, and the lord who commands takes three percent, and the rest is paid to the net altar.

Like the assassination of Bai Ruoli in the inn outside Daqing Mountain, as well as the assassination of Yeyang not long ago, they all belong to designated tasks, and the targets of the assassination are all kings with the strength of the Chongmai Realm.

From the development of the Jingtan to the present, the accumulated wealth is enough to make most of the king-level forces out of reach, the underground palace is 500 zhang long, 300 zhang wide, and 100 zhang high, including three large halls, 20 large secret rooms, 50 medium-sized secret rooms, and 180 small secret rooms.

The large secret room is as wide as 100 zhang, 50 zhang wide, and 10 zhang high, five of which are used to hold the wealth accumulated over the years, and the gold alone is enough to pile up two secret rooms, and when you enter the room, you can see a sea of gold, almost swallowing yourself in it, not to mention millions.

In the third secret room, there are full of weapons and pills, all kinds of sharp weapons are neatly hung on the iron wall, how to say there are hundreds of them, the lowest quality is also treasures, and even spiritual weapons have more than a dozen, all of which are flashing with spiritual light.

These are some heavy weapons, swords, guns, swords, halberds, and even two city-breaking crossbows and a few ladders to climb the clouds, and in the middle of the secret room, there are rows of wooden shelves, and on the shelves are all kinds of small objects of weapons and hidden weapons, such as darts, arrows, poison needles, as an assassin, I am still more keen on these things.

Half of the wooden shelves are used to hang hidden weapons, while the other half of the wooden shelves are cabinets, which are filled with dense small jade bottles, most of which are invisible poisons that kill people, and only a few are pills and pills.

In the Northern Seal Realm, the pills are indeed relatively lacking, and the pills here are only limited to healing and detoxifying, some auxiliary uses, and there is nothing that can improve cultivation.

As the master of the altar, Yeyang was also taken by Zhang Ling to these treasure houses to check, looking at these dazzling weapons, his eyes lit up all of a sudden, right now, he has cultivated to a great advancement, and the blood bone bow of the treasure rank is no longer suitable for him to use, and even the Sansheng Han Halberd was cracked one by one by the Golden Holy Sword, and there is just no worthy guy.

His eyes swept over the dozen or so spiritual weapons hanging on it, and he immediately took a fancy to a black longbow and took it off, the longbow was as black as ink, and it was a little heavy to start, at least weighing 10,000 catties.

"This is the Black Devil Bow, made of black iron in the center of the earth and the tendon of the peak of the four grades, weighing 49,000 catties, the quality is on the spiritual level, and the power of a hundred elephants can be pulled apart, and it takes the power of three hundred elephants to pull it full, and it can withstand the power of a thousand elephants at most. ”

"With the special black iron arrow, one arrow can exert the power of a minimum of one hundred and twenty elephants, with a range of five hundred zhang, and a speed of twice the speed of sound, and a maximum of eight hundred elephants, which can be effective within a radius of five miles, and can even approach ten times the speed of sound. ”

Zhang Ling saw that Yeyang was interested in this black magic bow, and he was a little depressed, he had just become the master of the altar, and he didn't do anything serious, so he patronized it to get benefits, but he didn't say anything, and he opened his mouth to introduce.

Yeyang tried to pull the bowstring, with the strength of his one hundred and sixty elephants, it was only barely opened, not yet a quarter, the bowstring rebounded, and only a trembling could be seen vaguely, and the sound echoed like nothing, which was very suitable for assassination.

"Good bow, this altar is the master. Yeyang smiled faintly, the black light flashed, the black magic bow disappeared, was unceremoniously put away, and took out thirty black iron arrows from the wooden frame on the side, and also included them in the space of the Langya halberd.

In the fourth secret room, there are also rows of tall wooden shelves, but on this shelf, there are no weapons or poisons, but dense classics, spells, mental methods, killing skills, and biographical volumes, but the grades are not very high.

The highest is the mental method of the middle grade of the spirit level, the magic of the upper grade of the spirit level, Ye Yang frowned, and pouted dissatisfiedly, this is the power that he is personally in charge of the Prince of Night Sun, and this kind of inheritance is too shabby!

As soon as the sleeve robe was swept away, a mountain of books appeared on the ground, Zhang Ling looked at this trick-like scene in amazement, and then hurriedly stepped forward to look at this large pile of classics.

"This is the best grade of the spirit level!This, this is the Xuan level?Holy level?What grade is this?" Zhang Ling's tone trembled slightly, suspecting that he hadn't woken up yet, he pinched himself a few times, and the pain told him that he wasn't dreaming, and he suddenly screamed excitedly.

With his vision, he only knew that there was a Xuan level above the spirit level, but he didn't know that there was a higher level of the Holy Emperor level, but he could also see that it was even more extraordinary, dancing hand to hand, even Yeyang was startled by him, fortunately, there were only two of them here, otherwise they would definitely be regarded as a neurotic.