Time flies like water, and before you know it, three full years have passed!

Since obtaining the third volume of the Book of Heaven, Zhang Han did not rush to collect other Book of Heaven, but instead lived in the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury and settled down to cultivate the Dao Law recorded in the Book of Heaven.

In the past three years, the cultivation of the physical body has improved extremely quickly, and it has reached the fourth layer of the upper clear, and the spiritual pressure has also risen with the tide, and the four attributes have exceeded eight thousand.

At the beginning, when Zhang Han first came to the treasure house, he accidentally touched the Heavenly Emperor Immortal Stone and raised a huge golden pillar that soared into the sky, which attracted the attention of some people.

It's just that the golden light only lasted for more than half an hour before dissipating, and in the past three years, there has been no vision in the depths of Death Ze, coupled with the danger of Neize, the poisonous insects and beasts serve as a natural barrier, isolating most people from prying eyes.

In the beginning, there were some cultivators who went deep into the interior of Death Ze to try their luck, but after a long time, their enthusiasm gradually dissipated, and they lost interest in continuing to search.

However, just when the vast majority of people thought that the giant pillar of light three years ago was just the result of someone making up nonsense and spreading falsehoods, some time ago, a golden pillar of light rose again inside the Dead Ze, dazzling and long-lasting.

Even in the middle of the night, the giant pillar of light illuminated the sky as bright as day, and the golden light could still be clearly seen after hundreds of miles, which was extremely eye-catching.

The news spread, and within a few days, it spread all over the world, shaking the entire Shenzhou Continent.

Most of the divine weapons and treasures have their own spirituality, and the huge pillar of light that stirs the sky, in the eyes of cultivators, must be a treasure born to summon destined people through golden light. To be able to create such an astonishing vision, presumably the magic of that treasure must be at least above the Nine Heavens Divine Soldier.

Whether it is the righteous path or the demon sect, they have stopped fighting openly and secretly, and the elders and disciples of the sect have gathered in the southwest swamp, and even some of the scattered cultivators who have not been born for a long time have been alarmed.

For a time, the swamp of death was mysterious and the undercurrent was surging.

Huqi Mountain, the general altar of the Ghost King Sect.

In the middle of a secluded lake, a stone pavilion rises on one side of the pavilion with a narrow old wooden bridge leading to the lake. The breeze blows, and layers of ripples ripple on the calm lake, reflecting the shadows of the green mountains, and there are also some slight waves.

The ghost king put his hands on his back and stood quietly in the pavilion, staring at the green mountains and green waters in front of him, with no waves in the ancient wells on his face, but his heart was full of complicated emotions.

It seems that Wolong, which has been dormant for countless years, is about to rise into the sky, straight to the excitement and excitement of nine days ago, and it seems to face the thick haze of the coming storm.

All kinds of tastes come to my heart, and it is difficult to calm down for a moment.

I don't know when there was a slight sound of footsteps on the wooden bridge.

The wooden bridge seemed to be in disrepair and somewhat dilapidated, and when you walked on it, the wooden planks seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure, and the creaking sound was incessant, pulling the ghost king's thoughts back to reality.

"Has Yao'er set off?"

As if he knew who was coming, the ghost king didn't look back, and asked quietly.

"Hmm."

Covered in black veil, Yu Ji slowly walked behind the ghost king, looking at the back that was still majestic, and somehow, suddenly felt that the back seemed a little rickety.

Seeing that the Ghost King didn't mean to speak again, Yu Ji pondered for a moment and asked, "Sect Master, what do you think of the treasures in the Death Swamp?" ”

"No matter how good a treasure is, it's just something outside the body. The purpose of our trip is not for the treasure, but for the sacred beast that guards the treasure, the Yellow Bird! ”

Speaking of this, an inexplicable light flashed in the eyes of the eyes facing away from Youhime, and even the breathing was slightly disturbed.

"If you can't resist the divine power of the Zhuxian Sword Array, no matter how many treasures you have, it's useless."

As soon as he thought of the battle between the righteous and the demons three years ago, the unstoppable domineering sword formation, the ghost king's heart couldn't stop throbbing and trembling, and he couldn't calm down at all.

Only by breaking the Zhuxian Sword Formation can we truly defeat the righteous path and reappear, no! Surpass the glory of the Blood Refining Hall eight hundred years ago!

What the?!

You Ji was shocked, but she didn't expect that until now, the Ghost King still remembered the Four Spirits Blood Array, and couldn't help but speak, "In this case, what is the intention of the sect master to send Baguio to Death Ze?" ”

The Ghost King sighed inexplicably and said, "In the past few years, Yao'er has been cultivating in Huqi Mountain, and her cultivation has grown extremely fast, but her vision and knowledge have not improved, and it is time to practice."

This time I went to Death Ze, I have ordered her to be fully responsible, and what she can do depends on her mind and means. ”

Speaking of this, the Ghost King suddenly turned around, his face was slightly gloomy, and he asked in a low voice, "By the way, has there been any news from the Blood Refining Hall?" ”

Yu Ji shook her head lightly, as if she had thought of something, and was silent for a moment before saying, "In the past few years, I have sent seven groups of spies to infiltrate the Blood Refining Hall, but I don't know what happened, all of them are gone, and no news can be transmitted at all. ”

"It's not just us, the situation of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect and the Hehuan Sect is similar."

In the past three years, the speed of expansion of the Blood Refining Hall has been extremely fast, except for the three major sects, the small and medium-sized sects have almost been swallowed up, and they are domineering and ruthless, and they have the potential to unify the Demon Sect.

With the telepathic ability given by Zhang Han, the old man can easily find out who is the inner ghost, so no matter how strong the spies sent by the three major sects are, whether they are clever or not, they are useless.

A trace of anger flashed on the ghost king's face, and he said hatefully, "Zhang Han, that little ghost, is really a good means!" ”

In the past few years, the Death Girl and the Abomination have been dispatched frequently, and they do not hide their appearance and clothing, plus they have the same writing wheel eyes as Zhang Han, and those who have a little brain have already guessed that he is the mysterious person standing behind the Blood Refining Hall.

Thinking of the guy who destroyed himself to capture Kui Niu in Liubo Mountain that day, the ghost king Rao is city government is very deep, and he also hates it so much.

"This time, Death Ze was shocked to find a strange treasure, presumably the Blood Refining Hall will also send a master to find it, I have secretly instructed Yao'er to take this opportunity to unite the Ten Thousand Poison Sect and the Hehuan Sect to attack the Blood Refining Hall in three ways."

The Ghost King said Yiran, "When the time comes, in the face of the joint attack of the three parties, even if the Blood Refining Hall is not engulfed, it will be hit hard, and if you want to recover, I don't know when it will be!" ”

In the end, he couldn't stop sneering.

In the past three years, the Blood Refining Hall has acted arrogantly and domineeringly, not only the Ghost King Sect, but also the Ten Thousand Poison Sect and the Hehuan Sect have been extremely dissatisfied with it, and there have been frequent frictions between several parties, but they have tacitly maintained restraint and have not escalated into large-scale conflicts.

Besides, if the Blood Refining Hall, which had been silent for more than eight hundred years, wants to rise again, it must step on the top of the old giants, just like the annexation of the Immortal Hall three years ago.

In the face of the fierce Blood Refining Hall, the three major sects were naturally not ready to sit idly by, and the Ghost King only wrote a few letters, which easily facilitated this union.

Yu Ji lowered her head slightly, thinking of the man with an indifferent expression and ignoring nothing, and suddenly, a blush flashed on the beautiful face covered by the black veil, and she was faintly worried about it.

Facing the three veteran giants of the Holy Sect joining forces, I don't know how he will respond? With his proud character, I'm afraid that even if he knew, he would disdain it......

The breeze blew and ruffled the ends of the hair, as if it also caused layers of ripples in Gujing Wubo's heart. The delicate phantom leaned gently against the stone pillar, staring silently at the green mountains and green waters.

(End of chapter)