Amethyst is the first acquaintance that Carl met indirectly after he came to Panlong.

Of course, it's just one-sided cooking.

Amethyst's strong strength also stimulated Carl and made Carl cultivate harder.

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Time passes slowly, and four thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Underworld, City of the Dead, Karl's Mansion.

"Samir, and Harold didn't agree?"

Carl Mansion, Barton asked indignantly.

Samir, who was already a superior god, shook his head, "This Harold always finds a reason to shirk. ”

Five thousand years have passed since Carl moved to the City of the Dead.

Samir is the most talented of the three people that Carl brought to the underworld. Although Samir had been the median god for the shortest time of the three, he was the first to reach the upper god.

Now Carl has bought enough mansions in the City of the Dead, so after Samir broke through to the upper god, he sent him to the city lord's mansion to discuss some things about rebuilding the castle.

In the City of the Dead, if you want to change the appearance of the house, you have to get the consent of the City Lord's Mansion.

What's more, the demon castle planned by Carl, whether it is the size of the land or the size, is no worse than the dark castle, which requires the consent of the city lord himself.

Carl and Harold didn't know each other very well, but he thought that Harold would gladly agree on this matter.

After all, Carl is confident that the Demon Castle will inevitably drive a greater flow of people in the City of the Dead, which will make the City of the Dead more prosperous.

At that time, Harold, as the lord of the city, will also have a lot of benefits.

But Harold, to Carl's surprise, did not readily agree to Carl's reconstruction.

Instead, he made excuses again and again, which made Carl unable to understand.

"If it weren't for the fact that I didn't want to take the lead, I would have killed this Harold and replaced him." Karl narrowed his eyes slightly.

Now that Karl understands that his strength is not strong enough, it is better to try to keep a low profile.

Although Carl usually has a small temper, the sea tribes who were imprisoned in the plane prison of the Lotgoya continent gave him a title behind his back-killing god.

If it weren't for the low profile, Harold might have been attacked a long time ago.

"Master, it's better to kill this Harold, and we will be the city lord ourselves." Barton said huffingly.

Carl waved his hand and said slowly, "It's not time yet. ”

"Barton, you still don't work hard to cultivate? Samir reached the median god later than you, and now he is a high god. ”

Barton rolled his eyes, "I'll go." ”

With that, Barton laughed and went back to his own quiet room.

Carl couldn't cry or laugh, this Barton, as soon as he talked about letting him cultivate, he immediately slipped away.

"Samir, take me for a walk around the Castle of Darkness!"

City of the Dead, Castle of the Dark, first floor.

"My lord, this city of the dead has not found the essence blood of a divine beast for nearly a thousand years."

"Hmm." Carl nodded indifferently.

Not to mention the City of the Undead, several nearby cities have rarely encountered the essence blood of divine beasts for sale in recent years.

Carl's immortal bones have strengthened another right leg, but since then, the essence blood of the divine beast has become pitiful.

The effect of this divine beast's essence blood on him was getting smaller and smaller, and he was able to improve in the past few years because he didn't hesitate to buy money.

When the essence blood of the divine beast decreases, Karl's progress will naturally become slow.

Carl originally wanted to build a demon castle in the city of the undead, and then use the undead as a starting point, and slowly spread to the entire underworld.

This is the safest route for development.

But who knew that at the beginning of this business, it was stuck in the City of the Dead and could not develop.

"Recently, there have been a lot more god-level powerhouses in the City of the Dead!"

Looking at the first floor of the dark castle, with people coming and going, Carl couldn't help but sigh.

With the influx of countless lives from the material plane into the underworld, the population of the underworld has increased significantly, and this dark castle looks a little smaller.

This triggered some of Carl's thoughts, "Why don't you build a bigger demon castle?" ”

"Huh?"

Samir, who was following Karl, suddenly let out an unexpected sound.

"What's wrong?"

Samir pondered for a moment, "There are several Median Gods here, and I've met them many times in the Dark Castle recently!" ”

As Karl's loyal subordinate, Samir would come to the Dark Castle every few days to inquire about the acquisition of the essence blood of the Divine Beast, so it was more diligent to come here.

Along the way just now, he actually found dozens of mid-rank gods in this dark castle, which he had encountered several times before.

Moreover, these dozens of median gods, although they have been walking around, have never bought anything.

"It's a little weird!" Karl and Samir's Divine Sense spoke.

Samir bowed slightly.

These dozens of median gods, although they don't seem to have any connection, Carl speculates that they must be together.

Could it be that you want to rob this dark castle?

Karl immediately rejected this idea, the Dark Castle is found in every city, and the forces behind it are absolutely extremely powerful.

For so many years in the underworld, although the position of the city lord has changed hands due to turmoil, this dark castle has never been affected.

The danger of robbing the Dark Castle is much higher than attacking the City Lord's Mansion.

Thinking of this, Carl was stunned, could it really be that someone had an idea about this city of the dead?

This scenario is quite likely, after all, even Carl has touched these thoughts.

"Hmph, I'm low-key, but if someone has to bully me..."Karl's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

This trip to the Dark Castle still didn't yield anything, and the essence blood of the divine beast was getting harder and harder.

This is not because there are fewer divine beasts in the underworld.

It's because most of them are hidden and getting harder and harder to find.

After returning to the mansion, Carl and Samir each returned to the ashram to practice.

Over the years, in addition to absorbing the essence blood of the divine beast, Carl's progress in other aspects has not been very great.

However, Carl is not in a hurry, his cultivation speed has not been fast, but fortunately, he has been improving, as long as there is enough time, Carl will definitely be able to make a name for himself in this underworld.

You must know that when the Lord Godhead came, it was a trillion years after the birth of heaven and earth, and even if there was some deviation in this time, it would be about a trillion years.

That's enough time for Carl to reach his full potential.

Time passes slowly, and decades pass in the blink of an eye.

Harold continued to shirk Karl's reconstruction, and for this reason, Karl also canceled the idea of expanding the castle.

Instead, Carl wanted to sell his property through various channels.

What annoyed Carl was that the house, which was originally very sought-after, had been unattended. Even if Carl adjusted the selling price to be lower than the price he bought, he still couldn't sell it.

The four of Carl gathered in the small courtyard, and everyone's face was not good-looking.

This time, Barton stopped trying to persuade Carl, because he knew that Carl himself was on the verge of exploding.

"Barton," Carl said quietly.

"Master!" Barton quickly stood up.

"You and Davy, go first in the direction of the small mountain range where we used to live, and Samir and I will get there."

"Yes, master!" Barton immediately replied, then realized that something was wrong, "Master, what about you and Samir?" ”

A cold light flashed in Karl's eyes, "Samir and I, let's go to the City Lord's Mansion." ”

In the City of the Dead, the house in the most prosperous part of the city can't be sold, and a fool won't believe it if it has nothing to do with Harold, the city lord.

Harold's many evasions and misdeeds finally exhausted Carl's patience.

Carl plans to go directly to the City Lord's Mansion to get rid of Harold, and since the City of the Dead has existed for tens of millions of years, the savings of the City Lord's Mansion must be quite a lot!

After all, Barton and David are only median gods, and if they fight for a while, there may be a negligence, and there will be damage, which is what Carl does not want to see.

Therefore, before going to the City Lord's Mansion, he let the two of them out of the City of the Dead.

Although Barton and David were reluctant in their hearts, they also understood that they could not participate in the battle between the superior gods.

I can only blame myself, I am too comfortable in the material plane, and I have not paid much attention to cultivation.

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After waiting for Barton and the others to leave the city, Karl and Samir rushed to the city lord's mansion.

On the way, there seemed to be a few more mid-level god faces.

Carl always felt that there was something different about today's city of the dead.

The distance from the south gate to the city lord's mansion is slightly closer than the west city gate, and soon, the gate of the city lord's mansion is already in sight.

"Stop!"

Samir immediately stopped beside Carl and looked at Karl with some confusion, "My lord? ”

Karl motioned for Samir to take a closer look.

Samir only then discovered that around the City Lord's Mansion, there were hundreds of people faintly surrounding the City Lord's Mansion.

He could only tell that these were the middle gods who were closer to him, and he believed that the others should be the same.

"Wait, it seems that we are not the only ones who are going to trouble the City Lord's Mansion today." Carl sneered.

Since there are other forces that want to make a move against Harold, it is better for Carl to look at the form first.

After a while, I only heard a loud noise in the city lord's mansion.

Rumble!

In the city lord's mansion, a large number of buildings collapsed, and puffs of smoke and dust rose into the sky.

Immediately afterward, there was a roar of rage.

"Dmitry, you dare to attack me!"

Carl could naturally tell that this voice belonged to the city lord of the city of the dead, Harold.

As the two fought, in many places in the City of the Dead, nearly a thousand Median Gods appeared at the same time to confront Harold's army.

"Hmph, Harold, calling you the city lord is too serious!"

Another voice, cold and old, should belong to an old man.

Sure enough, as the two figures rushed up from the ground, standing still in the air, the mysterious master who fought with Harold was also seen by Carl.

It was a lean old man, dressed in a pale cyan robe, with no white beard, holding a soft sword, and his long cyan hair fluttering in the wind.

"Dmitry, you came from the material plane, I kindly took you in the City of the Dead, I didn't expect you to attack me today!" Harold said viciously.

"Don't talk nonsense, what kind of person you are, it is estimated that the residents in the city will know for themselves." Dmitry's voice was still cold.

Dmitry looked around, his gaze only paused on Karl and the two, and after seeing that Karl had no intention of making a move, he looked away again.

Sou!

Dmitry turned into a green light and rushed directly towards Harold, the soft sword in his hand trembled slightly, and a strange sound struck Harold faster than him.

Harold snorted coldly, and the long black knife in his hand flashed, already blocking in front of him.

Poof!

The long knife slashed through the void, but it made a sound as if it had slashed through the real thing, and finally, it collided with Dmitry's soft sword in the air.

Where the weapons collided, it was like water, rippling.

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The upper part of the soft sword vibrated more frequently, and even Carl, who was thousands of kilometers away, felt a sound stimulating his internal organs.

But this attack was not aimed at him after all, so it only made him feel a little, and it didn't bring him any damage.

"Samir, look at it, this is a battle that belongs to the superior god!"

And Harold, who was fighting against Dmitry, felt that his entire body was vibrating with this sound.

It was very uncomfortable that the voice was directed at his body.

However, Harold is also a man who has experienced a hundred battles, and when he saw the long knife in his hand, the black halo on the knife flashed, absorbing most of the voices that attacked him, and the rest was no longer a big threat to him.

However, his long knife was to defend against Dmitry's strange attack, but it released Dmitry's soft sword.

Dmitry took half a step back, and the soft sword in his hand slashed directly downward, and a cyan sword qi more than three meters long slashed directly at Harold.

Around this cyan sword qi, the space became distorted.

Harold's face changed, and he clearly felt the strength of Dmitry's attack.

Whoosh!

In an instant, Harold turned into dozens of black shadows, flying in all directions without stopping.

He clearly felt that he was not as strong as Dmitry and wanted to run.

Dmitry frowned, among these dozens of figures, each of them contained Harold's soul breath, and he couldn't tell it for a while.

Airplanes.

The soft sword in Dmitry's hand trembled slightly, and a strange wave attacked all the black shadows at the same time.

The speed of the upper god's move far exceeded the speed of flight, and in just an instant, dozens of figures stopped moving.

One of them, after only a slight pause, immediately fled at a faster speed.

Dmitry smiled slightly, and the soft sword in his hand slashed, this time only a two-meter-long cyan sword qi appeared, but this sword qi rushed towards Harold at an extremely fast speed.

After Dmitry sent out this sword aura, his figure suddenly shook, but then immediately rushed towards Harold with a hint of joy on his face.

Harold felt a powerful attack coming from behind him, and before he could dodge to the side, he was shattered by a sword qi, leaving only one head, which was taken away by Dmitry, who arrived later, leaving only a godhead that emitted black light, allowing Dmitry to directly enter the space ring.

"From this day forward, the lord of the City of the Dead is me, Dmitry Brackley!" Dmitry's cold voice resounded throughout the City of the Dead.

After Dmitry said this, he nodded in Karl's direction.

Carl also smiled and nodded in response.

"How's it going, Samir?"

"It's amazing!"

Karl was silent, he didn't expect Samir to just answer him with such an answer.

But after thinking about it, it is also somewhat clear, after all, Samir himself has not experienced many battles, and after becoming a superior god, there is no battle.

This Dmitry is a high-ranking god who cultivates the law of the wind element.

He should be good at 'sound' Xuanao, which is also the one he uses the most in the battle with Harold.

But Dmitry's last move to shatter Harold's god body is like a 'dimensional' mystery, but it is not like a simple 'dimensional' mystery.

Looking at Dmitry's expression, this move, it seems that he can't fully grasp it, and it may have involved mystical fusion.

Carl chuckled and shook his head, he didn't use all his strength when he was fighting with Harold, so he only knew that Harold was not very strong.

But I didn't expect him to be so weak, it is estimated that he doesn't even have the strength of a five-star demon.

Otherwise, Dmitry just restrained him a little.