It was ten days after Hong Xiaobai took the White Feather Gate

The scorching sun hung high in the sky, and the clouds as white as snow were blown by the wind from time to time, blocking the scorching sunlight and casting large shadows on the ground, bringing precious coolness to the people who were working the land.

Baifeng County, Baiyumen Headquarters.

In the golden hall, Hong Xiaobai sat on the chair made of gold at the top of the hall, and Ba Asami was sitting beside him smiling.

And Qin Ruoruo, who was dressed in red, stood on the steps below Hong Xiaobai with a serious face, like a little eunuch waiting for orders by the emperor's side.

Bai Shenmad and a group of Bai Yumen people stood on the flat ground at the bottom, and this scene was like a court, and the courtiers were meeting the king.

Hong Xiaobai leaned on the soft back of the chair, rubbed his hands on his belly, and looked at the people below with scattered eyes, thinking about the problem.

After subduing the White Feather Gate, the progress of the only self-determination is gratifying, Hong Xiaobai has now entered the eighth stage of Qiyuan, and the progress of the Heavenly Summoning Ball has also advanced for about two months.

In an instant, his limbs have recovered, but he is still in a coma, and he doesn't know how to react to the disappearance of himself and Dongfang Qingquan on the Scarlet Night, just in case, the sooner he goes back, the better......

He originally wanted to use soul searching on that weird Bai Cheng, even if Bai Cheng died because of this, now that he was the master of the White Feather Gate, there was no reason for him to be afraid of the White God rebellion.

Unfortunately, for the sake of safety, there is a fixed threshold in the soul searcher, and when the soul strength is higher than that threshold, forcibly searching for souls will bring very serious damage to the user's soul, and the memory obtained is not complete.

And even if it is a source envoy who has just started the origin, the soul strength will be higher than this threshold, so this kind of thing is specially used against mortals in the source realm.

In the Netherworld Continent, although the martial artists here don't seem to have too much research on the soul, in the face of a third-grade martial artist like Zhu Fei, the soul searching instrument is still barely usable.

But Bai Cheng's body secret should be as simple as more than one exercise, but it's a pity that the soul searching instrument is useless to him.

There's no way, for that "Yin and Yang Acacia Gong", I can only go back to the scarlet night, do experiments here, I can't see anything by myself, and taking it here to practice for others will also affect my image as an immortal......

“...... Therefore, according to the county order, it is said that the Ten Thousand Swords Alliance will have an innate grandmaster who will personally come over and invite the Immortals to join the Ten Thousand Swords Alliance. ”

A gray-haired old man arched his hand towards Hong Xiaobai, reporting the latest news in a respectful tone.

Hearing the news, Hong Xiaobai's fingers subconsciously knocked on the lion's head carved at the top of the handrail.

The territory of the Underworld Continent is about the size of two Chinas, and beyond is the Endless Sea, and those who want to try where the edge of the Endless Sea is, will either give up halfway, or never come back.

Now ruling the Netherworld Continent is the crumbling Lin State, which governs forty-two prefectures, five hundred and ten cities, and two thousand three hundred and thirteen counties.

Baifeng County, where Hong Xiaobai is located, belongs to the Dongming Mansion under the jurisdiction of King Ling, and the Ten Thousand Swords League is composed of masters recruited by King Ling.

The highest known level on the continent is the Innate Grandmaster, and in the past, it was usually incredible.

But a few years ago, some special cultivation methods suddenly spread in the dark, and Lin Guo successively had nine rank masters break through, and now, there are more than 200 grandmasters on the bright side.

Originally, the Lin Dynasty had ruled long enough, and all kinds of corruption did not need to be mentioned, but now there are more masters, the territory is not big enough, the resources are not enough, and there are many contradictions, what should I do?

Hit!

For example, the crumbling court is divided into three points today, and the army of the world in the name of uprising for the people, insisting that the current saint is dead, and the traitorous minister has stolen the throne.

The imperial court is a skinny camel bigger than a horse, and there are many top masters and lower-level cadres, seeking to stabilize the flow.

The world army controlled by the family belongs to the masters, but the masses are wide, the leaders are deeply hidden, and the ants kill the elephant stream.

The Ten Thousand Swords Alliance under King Ling is a large number of innate grandmasters, and it is customary for more than ten masters to raid the enemy's lair together and cut off the first rank.

Hong Xiaobai suddenly appeared as an immortal in King Ling's territory, and the Ten Thousand Swords League should have thought that he was a congenital who liked to call a god an ancestor, so he sent a message saying that he would send someone over to invite him to join.

But what kind of person is Hong Xiaobai? A person who is ready to unify the Underworld Martial Continent, how can he cultivate for a long time when he works for a prince?

Is it an undercover agent?

On a certain day, Hong Daxian assisted King Ling in his successful rebellion, and King Ling was ready to ascend the throne.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and a fatal wound appeared on King Ling's delicate body, accompanied by King Ling's surprised and puzzled gaze, Hong Daxian put the crown beside him on his head, and sneered:

"I'm sorry, this emperor, I want to be too. ”

......

Hong Xiaobai shook his head and closed the small theater in his head, the route just now was too troublesome.

Now that it has just played a county, its strength has been raised by one level, and the progress of returning has advanced for two months......

Hong Xiaobai stopped thinking, looked at the white-haired old man below, and wrote lightly:

"The deity knows about this, and he will wait for them to come. ”

"Wow. ”

The white-haired old man replied and slowly retreated into the line behind him.

Hong Xiaobai shifted his gaze to the straight white god madness standing below, and asked in a deep voice:

"White God Maniac, how is the battle armor given to you by the deity manipulated?"

At the mention of this, the color of awe in the eyes of the crowd below became even stronger.

Bai Shenmad heard Hong Xiaobai mention himself, took a step forward, folded his hands, lowered his head, and said in a respectful tone:

"Back to the words of the immortals, the steel armor guard has been able to skillfully control the power after putting on the battle armor, and we can fight for the immortals at any time. ”

Hong Xiaobai nodded, with a hint of approval on his face, and said with a smile:

"War, it's coming soon, but your current strength still seems to be a little insufficient, you can't let me be an immortal for everything, right?

Hearing this, Bai Shenmad vaguely felt that his opportunity had come.

The cultivation of a martial artist is very difficult, and it takes thirty years for ordinary geniuses to go from the first rank to the ninth rank.

Like Bai Shen Mad himself, although he is young on the outside, he is also nearly fifty years old, and due to the accumulation of dark injuries in his body, there is basically no possibility of entering the innate world.

And because of Baicheng, a waste son who loves to bully men and women, Bai Shenmad is afraid that his son will provoke someone he can't afford to offend one day, so he will deign to come to a county town to be powerful.

And Hong Xiaobai gave him a hundred sets of steel armor a few days ago, and those first- and second-grade weak chickens can even face the white god madness after wearing them!

After all kinds of miracles, for Hong Xiaobai to call himself an immortal, Bai Shenmad believes it, but he thinks that immortals have no selfish desires?

Otherwise, what would he do if he was a good immortal? The chaos in the world is not the destruction of the world, what is there to be afraid of as an immortal?

The one in front of him obviously has the idea of being an emperor, although the steel suits issued some time ago are strong, but according to the idea of the white god madness, they are not as good as a congenital one.

And listening to the meaning of the immortal's mouth just now, it seems that he wants to improve his combat effectiveness......

In an instant, all kinds of thoughts flashed in his mind, and Bai Shenfang hurriedly knelt down on one knee, and his tone became more respectful: "I don't know what the immortal commands?"

Hong Xiaobai touched his smooth chin, and suddenly felt like a kryptonite large number throwing equipment to a novice......

Letting this thought disappear from his mind, Hong Xiaobai chuckled and said, "The immortal weapon of the deity, but there are many ......."