Xiao Heishan reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, lifted it vigorously, and shook it casually, and it bloomed with light and shadow in the sky. With-Dream- . com

In the agitation of the sword spirit, the sword aura overflowed.

The Void Spirit Sword was like a giant dragon, jumping up from his palm, wrapping the Void Spirit tail around his wrist, and the next moment Xiao Heishan felt that the breath in his body was in harmony with the Void Spirit Sword.

A cohesive killing intent permeates the entire extradimensional perception.

Xiao Heishan's consciousness inexplicably showed all the killing techniques he had cultivated before, they were originally just splitting moves of one move, but now they were connected together at this moment, forming a sword curtain.

Xiao Heishan opened his eyes suddenly, slowly withdrew the Void Spirit Sword, and made a killing technique with an extremely solemn expression.

In the next moment, countless sword shadows rushed out of reality from Chaowei, and in an instant, within a hundred zhang of his side, there was a murderous aura everywhere, and that terrifying power even the strange old man was shocked.

The stinky boy is really not a loss, he is a natural god-killing monster, the old man is extremely frightened, his eyes are staring at the time and space filled with sword rain, and his mouth mutters.

In a palace built on the mountain in the Black Forest, the prince in a fancy costume kneels with his hands tied behind his back, and his face is still covered with whip marks. He lowered his head slightly, stretched out his tongue and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes. Across from him stood a middle-aged man, with blond hair and a slender bone whip in his hand, whipping the boy on the ground.

A series of whipping sounds came from inside the palace, and immediately provoked the people who were focused outside the palace gate to look at each other.

"Holy King! Please let the sons say a word" The sound of crackling and whipping was mixed with the pleading voice of the young man. But the leather whip did not leave him any respite, and the middle-aged man whipped him for several hours in one breath before slowly retracting the whip in his hand. His face was slightly red, his eyebrows were raised, and it seemed that the whip had taken a lot of his strength.

With the cultivation of middle-aged people, if they exert spiritual power, then young people can't even survive a whip. It can be seen that middle-aged people do not really want the lives of young people in their hearts. He rolled up the whip in his hand and threw it back behind him, and then stepped over to the huge golden chair behind him and sat down.

Picked up a cup of strong tea and drank it in a big gulp.

In the center of the main hall, the young man's body was already covered with wounds, and there was hardly a single intact piece of skin. He pressed his cheek to the ground with a weak breath, choking with a vicious resentment from the depths of his dark bright eyes. He endured the pain all over his body, and little by little he climbed towards the door.

For the young man's action, the middle-aged man did not stop it, he still bowed his head and drank tea, until the young man had touched the threshold of the main hall, he raised his head suddenly, and ordered in a cold voice, "Punish you for being grounded for half a year, halve your fortune, and carry him to heal." After giving the order, several Xuanjia warriors strode up to the young man, grabbed his arms, and set him up out of the palace.

The young man wanted to struggle, but he had no strength, so he could only obey.

When the young man left, the middle-aged man stood up from the huge seat, his eyes swept over an old man in a green shirt beside him and asked, "That kid is really so strong?" Even the young master's personal thirteen guards can't help it? ”。

The old man in the green shirt stepped forward, hugged his fists and said, "Qiyu Holy King, that kid's combat power is small and he didn't see it with his own eyes, but according to the investigation of the scene afterwards, it was concluded that that the kid's combat power is indeed not under the rumors."

"So, this king has wronged the young master?" The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and looked serious, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

The old man in the green shirt looked a little panicked, and hurriedly explained, "According to the investigation of the Qi Qi Holy King, several of the foreign royal guards did not die from the black boy's technique."

The old man in the green shirt took the initiative to shut up when he said this, and he didn't need to explain the rest of the things himself, and the middle-aged man could judge for himself.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly and said, "This kid's suffering has not been in vain, as for the affairs of the other royal guards, do outsiders still know?" ”。

When the young old man heard this, he hurriedly explained, "No, the old minister has already sealed his mouth."

The middle-aged man sneered again and said, "This matter is over, and the matter will be notified to the royal families according to what the young master said."

Yes, the old man in the green shirt clenched his fists with both hands, took the Holy King's warrant, and turned around and left the main hall.

As soon as the old man in the green shirt walked out of the hall, a bewitching woman flashed behind the curtain, she almost put her body on the middle-aged man's body, and said with silky eyes, "Holy King, why are you so angry, isn't it just a kid with the combat power of a fifth-order underworld beast, and it is also worthy of the Holy King?" ”。

The middle-aged man's originally majestic expression softened when he touched the woman's gaze. He pinched the woman's jaw with one hand, and said in a slightly mocking tone, "If it's just a fifth-order beast, how can you be qualified to make this king care, do you know that the identity of that black boy is not simple."

"What identity? In the Black Forest, who else deserves to mention his identity except the Eighteen Holy Kings? The charming woman wrapped her arms around his shoulders and writhed like a viper.

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand to stop her waist, and his old eyes flashed with a gleam and said, "That kid's identity is probably no less than our eighteen kings."

What the? The woman's eyebrows flickered, and she stared at the middle-aged man with a slightly shocked expression, but she soon regained her composure, and said coquettishly, "Holy King, you are the worst, you always coax the slave family."

This coquettish sound immediately provoked the middle-aged man's breath to become a little short, he picked up his arms, picked up the delicate figure completely, and walked towards the inner hall.

Diametrically opposed to the boundless picture of spring in the main hall, is the young man lying in the medical hall, suffering from pain. A strip of cloth was stuffed into his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue in pain. In addition to cleaning his wounds, the hospital also gave him several knife wounds and scraped his bones, although these were all traumatic medical treatments, but they still caused the young man unimaginable pain.

There was a deep resentment in the young man's eyes, "Old guy, you wait for the master, one day, I will take away everything you have, and then let you know how powerful the master is."

Since childhood, the youth has been an unruly and ambitious person. He had been planning privately for a long time, secretly cultivating his own power within the family, and seeing that the time was about to be ripe, he began to want to use meritorious service to complete the last transformation of his authority in the family. It is precisely because of this that he took the initiative to take on this hunting mission. The purpose is also to take the opportunity to make meritorious contributions, and then gather some of his own people, so as to prepare for taking over the Holy King in the future.

At this moment, the old man in green shirt walked into the medical hall, bowed slightly to the young man and said, "Young master, the old man has tried his best to hide it, but the Holy King he" said Finally, the old man looked embarrassed.

"Shaman, no matter what happens to you, the old guy has always been suspicious, he knows that it is only a matter of time, but this time you must make a good fuss about those royal sons, let the old guy and those old things fight to the death, and then you and I will have a lot less obstacles" The corners of the young man's mouth twitched, and he gritted his teeth and said.

"This should not be worried about the young master, the old man had already sent a messenger to the other seventy kings' palaces yesterday" The old man in the green shirt gave the young man a very cunning look, and leaned close to him and whispered.

"The old guys have long been separated from each other, I don't believe that this time they will not turn against each other" As he spoke, the young man's eyes rolled and he screamed loudly. I saw that the infirmary used an iron piece to cut the knife mark on him, and cleaned the rotten flesh from it.

"May the son recover as soon as possible, it is not advisable to work hard now, the old man is now retiring" The old man in green shirt saw this scene, and he was not in the mood to talk any further, so he bowed to the young man and withdrew.

The young man had no time to answer the words of the old man in the green shirt, and the whole person died in pain, rolling all over the ground.

The Eighteen Holy Kings are also the lords of the Eighteen Domains in the Black Forest. When the first generation of Hades was born, the inner circle was divided into eighteen domains, each of which was occupied by a holy king, so the eighteen domains also became the eighteen holy domains. The place where the young man is the King of Shiling, the Holy Land of Shiling.

The Lion Ridge King is not a single person's name, but the name of each generation of the Holy Kings of the Shiling Sacred Domain. The Holy King of the Lion Ridge Domain is a hereditary system, and each generation of the Lion Ridge King will be born from the next generation of Lion Ridge Domain Lords. These Lion Ridge Domain Lords are the sons and nephews of the previous Lion Ridge Domain Saint King, and the replacement of the Lion Ridge Domain Saint King is held every one hundred and fifty years to elect the next new Saint King.

This is a way for the Eighteen Sacred Domain Saint Kings to be replaced, which also means that each Saint King can only do long for one hundred and fifty years, and then they need to exchange for the next one. In this way, every one hundred and fifty years, there would be a conflict in the transfer of power between the lord of the holy domain and the previous holy king, and such a contradiction not only existed in the Shiling Domain, but also existed in the other seventeen kings' holy domain.

At that time, the seven or eight foreign boys beside the young man were some of the Saint Lords, and although they would not necessarily become the new Saint King, they were also the targets that the Saint King needed to watch out for. The young man killed these lords of the Seventeen Kings and blamed them on the King of Shiling, in order to arouse the vigilance of the other Saint Kings. Because there is a rule in the ancient teachings of the Holy Land, if the previous Holy King is unwilling to change power, he needs to challenge the other seventeen kings, defeat them in one fell swoop, and then he can become the Holy Lord, and then he can enjoy the power of the Holy Land forever.

The young man had long found that the Eighteen Kings had the idea of winning the Holy Lord in their hearts, and his hand could be described as a draw from the bottom of the kettle, completely dismantling the false alliance of the Eighteen Saint Kings and joining forces to balance the lord's situation, so as to find an opportunity to replace the old Holy King.

Hai'er strode into this strange black forest, the undulating mountainous terrain, making him run as if he was walking on the waves. His eyes were as sharp as a falcon, and the slightest movement within a hundred miles was caught in his eyes. His spiritual power skyrocketed, and every step carried a power that changed the color of heaven and earth.

Hai'er not only broke through to the sixth order of the underworld power at this time, but also carried a fierce murderous aura. After he rushed into the inner encirclement, he began to hunt a large number of those fifth-order beasts, using their Immortal Pill to quickly improve his combat power.

Along the way, he slaughtered at least hundreds of underworld beasts, and the aura formed by the condensation of killing was so thick that it could barely be dissolved. Now, as long as he takes a step, he will bring out a murderous aura, and almost all living beings within a hundred feet of him will be extinct. Therefore, every once in a while, Haier would change places to hunt.

Another wave of Beasts was driven out, and they tumbled down the steep hillside, looking extremely embarrassed. Hai'er was in the air, and when he rose and fell, he launched a hunt for the underworld. Hai'er is not a aimless hunt, he only hunts the elixir he needs. For example, if he belongs to the water nature, then he will only devour the water type of the Immortal Pill, and as for the other attributes of the Immortal Beast, he will ignore it.

Therefore, Hai'er needs to run long distances to drive away the herd of Underworld Beasts, so that they can find the Water-based Stygian Beasts from their run.

Hai'er stepped among the trees, his body was like an ape, very agile, and he crossed a hundred zhang radius in a few moves. Here he found a large water-based beast. This guy was very powerful, making Hai'er realize that it was most likely a sixth-order underworld beast.

In the previous hunting, the sixth-order underworld beast also encountered it once, but the one that had just stepped into the sixth order, and its natural combat power was not enough for Hai'er to pay attention to, and now this one, both in size and momentum, has matured, so it can be seen that it has been at least a few decades since it entered the sixth order. Seeing that Hunter was happy, Hai'er immediately jumped down from the canopy, poked the spear in his hand at the ground, and then took advantage of the momentum to take off, and his body quickly rushed towards the opposite side, the sixth-order underworld beast.

The group of underworld beasts became agitated, and countless unknown underworld beasts scurried around in panic, instantly drowning the sixth-order underworld beast in the staggering of countless beast clans. This scene surprised Hai'er, and he didn't expect that there were hundreds of dark beasts hidden in this mere land.

Hai'er had no choice but to continue to catapult onto the trees, running along the way, following this group of underworld beasts through the jungle. The mountain gradually flattened, and the crowded beasts on the ground gradually dispersed, allowing the sixth-order underworld beast hidden by the beast group to appear in Hai'er's sight again.

This time, Hai'er would not act recklessly, he waited cautiously for the opportunity to catch his prey, his body quickly shuttled between the leaves, each movement would cross a distance of a hundred feet, and he also used the leaves to hide his form. In this way, the herds were no longer as frightened as before, but more distant from each other.

Hai'er knew very well the bestiality of these beasts, so he continued to lurk like an old hunter, and after following the beasts for several miles, he suddenly burst out, and his body was like a sharp sword, stabbing towards the sixth-order beast.

The earth shook with a series of roars. In front of Hai'er, the sixth-order underworld beast raised its head high, its huge eyes, and bursts of blood light. It opened its bloody mouth, its fangs nearly bursting its curled lips. It went berserk, and from its wild cry, Hail sensed its anger.

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