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How could Wen Qingye put these little characters in his eyes, held his head high, and walked in without fear.

There were many fewer people in the corridor, and most of them were the main masters of the Red Maple Twelve Altars. Everyone was dressed in red robes and black boots.

In the middle was a young man, with a smile in his eyes, his face was extremely pale, he held a handkerchief in his hand, and although he was wearing clothes that were no different from the others, anyone could tell at a glance that he had the highest status among them, although many of them were older than him.

Wen Qingye's eyes were old-fashioned, and he naturally saw that this person was special, and asked, "Is it you who spoke just now?"

The young man nodded, came to Wen Qingye, looked at him, hugged his fists and said with a smile: "You are Wen Qingye, I heard the old man mention you, I didn't expect you to come so quickly, I should have sent someone to pick you up"

"You're welcome, I'm Wen Qingye" Wen Qingye also hugged his fists, and then asked, "How is Lord Li's injury?"

The young man replied: "The old man was hit by a sword in the waist and abdomen, and this sword has the effect of a thunderbolt wound, so he is not very optimistic."

The Immortal Thunder Flowing Injury is an incidental effect of the Three Thousand Great Dao Immortal Thunder Dao, the Immortal Thunder Dao ranks forty-sixth, and many masters in Ghost King Mountain are cultivating this method.

Bai Qing clenched his fists, slammed the wall hard, and said angrily: "The Way of the Thunder, could it be that the Ghost King Mountain did it?"

"I haven't found any evidence yet, but nine times out of ten," the young man's eyes became fierce, and he said: "It will not be long before the day of my Red Maple Sacrifice to the Heavens, and then my Southern Immortal Court is an altar master who will go there, and the Ghost King Mountain and the Feng family are the most loyal eagle dogs of the Emperor Shakti, and it is normal to want to please him, and it is very possible to do such a thing."

Bai Qing was silent for a long time, and then remembered something, pointing to this young man and introducing Wen Qingye: "This person is a disciple of my altar master, named Nie Tiandong, cultivated as a nine-grade golden immortal, pure yang immortal body, is a peerless genius, don't look at him with a sanctimonious appearance, but he has a bad stomach."

Jiupin Golden Immortal! Pure Yang Immortal Body!

If these two pieces of news are put outside, Nie Tiandong is definitely the Nine Netherworld, and he is a famous super genius in the Southern Immortal Court.

Because the Pure Yang Immortal Body is also one of the top ten immortal bodies, this is a qualification that makes Wen Qingye marvel, and it is no worse than Lu Fangliang's Northern Immortal Body.

However, Wen Qingye's eyes were a little curious, why did Nie Tiandong's physique look extremely different, not at all like a master with a pure yang immortal body.

Bai Qing's voice was not loud, but Nie Tiandong was very sharp, and said dissatisfiedly: "What do you call this introduction, I am smart and not a bad stomach, I usually don't read more books, and there will often be mistakes in the wording, a rough person is a rough person!"

"Coarse people are coarse people, what's wrong?"

The corners of Bai Qing's mouth rose slightly, and he looked at Nie Tiandong coldly with his hands on his hips and said, "What's wrong with me being a rough person?"

Wen Qingye looked at the two of them and admired them in their hearts, and they were still in the mood to joke at this time.

Sure enough, a middle-aged man who was old and not angry and said dissatisfied: "You two little monkey cubs don't know when they are, and now they have hit us on the top of our heads, the old man's life and death are uncertain, what are you arguing about here?"

This middle-aged man is one of the few elders in the Twelve Altars of Red Maple in the Nine Netherworld, his name is Lei Zhenxiong, he has a violent temper, although the elder has no real power in the Twelve Altars of Red Maple, but he is very respected by everyone.

When the two heard this, they smiled at each other, and then stopped talking.

Among the twelve altars of red maple, the two of them are the leaders of the young generation, and Bai Qing's cultivation is only a five-grade golden immortal in front of outsiders, but Wen Qingye has already seen that her cultivation is a nine-grade golden immortal, although she does not have a special physique, but she has a solid foundation, and it is definitely not comparable to the ordinary nine-grade golden immortal.

This Red Maple Twelve Altars of the Nine Netherworld States is not simple!

After a while, dozens of old men came out of that room, and the cultivation of these people was not low, and one of them actually reached the cultivation of the Emperor Golden Immortal (above the Nine Rank Golden Immortals is the Emperor Golden Immortal, the Wuji Golden Immortal, and the Daluo Golden Immortal).

Wen Qingye was secretly speechless in his heart, he didn't expect that the Twelve Altars of Red Maple in a small Nine Netherworld State would be so strong, and it was no wonder that Emperor Shakti was so jealous of the Twelve Altars of Red Maple.

The Twelve Altars of Red Maple are the forces under the command of Emperor Cao Feiyang, will there be any mustard between the Emperor of Heaven Swallowing and the Emperor of the Heavenly Immortals? Wen Qingye pondered secretly.

Lei Zhenxiong hurriedly asked Li Bo, who was also another elder of the Emperor Golden Immortal, "Old Li, how is the altar master?"

Li Bo shook his head and said: "The injury is not very serious, although there is no life, this injury is also a big injury, and it will take seven or eight years of recuperation to recover."

Lei Zhenxiong's face sank, and he said: "In this way, the altar master will not be able to do it for at least a few years?

Li Bo took a deep breath and nodded, "That's right."

Lei Zhen stomped his feet majestically, "Damn, I didn't expect this Emperor Shakti genius to forgive me the Twelve Altars of Red Maple in the Nine Nether Prefectures, and he actually took the initiative against the altar secretly."

Originally, the Twelve Altars of Red Maple in the Nine Netherworld Prefecture were suppressed by Emperor Shakti, and he wanted to get rid of them, and the Twelve Altars of Red Maple in desperation could only be transferred underground, but for some reason, Emperor Shakti pardoned the masters of the Twelve Altars of Red Maple in the Nine Netherworld.

Not long after the pardon, Li Tianhong was assassinated, and he was suspected of being assassinated by a master of Ghost King Mountain.

Ghost King Mountain is the seven major forces of the Southern Immortal Court, and they are good friends with the Feng family, and the relationship between the Feng family, Ghost King Mountain and Emperor Shakti is extremely ambiguous.

No one knows why.

"Could it be that the altar master wants to change his words?"

Wen Qingye's heart was as careful as dust, and he immediately thought of the mystery, but he knew that he was just an outsider now, so he didn't say it.

On the side, Nie Tiandong touched his chin and said in a low voice: "I guess, it must be that Emperor Shakti wants to replace our altar master, so he did this."

"Don't think!"

Lei Zhenxiong roared angrily: "Except for the altar master, I don't accept anyone, not even the Emperor Shakti."

Nie Tiandong hurriedly reassured: "I'm just speculating, elder, don't worry, in my opinion, we can get the results before the day of the red maple sacrifice this time, the old man can't participate in the day of the red maple sacrifice now, and the emperor will definitely send someone to come at that time."

Lei Zhenxiong nodded, was silent for a long time, and then looked at Wen Qingye a little strangely and asked, "Who is this kid? What is he doing here?"

Bai Qing hurriedly said: "He is the next altar master appointed by the old altar master."

"What!?"

Everyone looked at Wen Qingye with a look of surprise, as if their ears had misheard.

(End of chapter)

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