A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

"The Immortal Weapon Sect said that the True Lord of the Nizan might be a member of the Heavenly Illusion Immortal Butterfly Clan?"

"The True Lord of Fire and the Mysterious Lord of Water might be coming?!"

The Light Thunder Lord was overjoyed, his eyes were filled with enthusiasm, as if burning, especially when he heard that the Mysterious Lord of Water was coming.

He didn't hear the fat monk's next words at all.

"Uncle Seven,"

"Thank you very much, thank you so much."

"Thank you very much."

Light Thunder Heavenly Monarch was extremely excited. He took a deep breath and suppressed the restless killing intent and lust in his heart: "I have traveled for more than 4,000 years and visited more than 100 regions. Others say that I am famous and have been crowned by many refining masters, but what does this actually mean?"

"There is not even a cultivator of the Immortal Sect!"

"There is not even a prince or princess of the Immortal Clan!"

"How can anyone accept this?"

"If I can't even kill such an opponent, how can I have the face to return to the sect, meet Tian Jian Jian Zi, and even... challenge Tian Jian Jian Zi?"

He thanked him several times in a row, his words were incoherent, and you can imagine how excited he was.

"Cultivator of the Immortal Sect, prince or princess of the Immortal Clan?"

The fat old man smiled bitterly.

Unless it is a sword immortal sect, or in special circumstances, the magic cultivators have no interest in fighting at the same level. The inherited sword cultivators of the Leiyang Tianjian Realm are in the God Transformation Stage, and they are not strong men standing at the top of the world. They can't force them to send their inherited cultivators to fight.

"Seventh Uncle, I was born in a bad era."

"Thinking back to the old ancestor in the past,"

Guanglei Tianjun showed yearning and reverence: "In the late period of the catastrophe, the ancestor took advantage of the situation, killed the Taoist disciples of the Immortal Sect, killed the strongest bloodline Tianjiao of the Immortal Clan, and then broke through the inheritance limit of the sect, and became the top strong man in the world, using the endless world of the world as the chessboard for sword fighting. How high-spirited he was..."

He was extremely regretful.

This era is too peaceful and not suitable for the growth of sword cultivators.

"Fortunately!"

"There are also inherited sword cultivators of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm!"

"Otherwise, I looked at the whole world and couldn't find a resource. How sad it is?"

Guanglei Tianjun's eyes were extremely hot and excited.

He managed to calm down a little, and said solemnly to the chubby old man beside him: "Uncle Qi, after entering the Thunder Flame Domain, please do not interfere with anyone of the same level. Even if I am killed by the sword cultivators of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm and my head is in their hands, don't worry about anything."

"Uncle Qi, can you do it?"

"Little Guang Lei, don't worry, this is for sure!"

The chubby old man agreed without hesitation.

"Haha,"

"Uncle Qi, you can't hide it from me."

But Guang Lei Tianjun was not at all assured, laughed, and took out a clear and quiet Heavenly Dao Contract: "Uncle Qi, please sign it."

This contract was a Heavenly Dao Contract with great magic power and great power.

The content above was also very simple, which was to prohibit the chubby old man in front of him from interfering in any battle below the Refining Void Realm, under any circumstances.

Guang Lei Tianjun had already prepared it and exchanged it from the treasure house of the Thunder Sun Heavenly Sword Realm.

"This..."

"Is it that serious?"

The chubby old man looked at the strict constraints and the terrible consequences of violating the contract, and his heart trembled. He was very dissatisfied and said: "Have you grown wings?"

"Even your seventh uncle doesn't believe it? Are you itching for trouble?"

He was extremely angry.

"It's not that I don't trust my seventh uncle..."

Guang Lei Tianjun showed a look of shame on his face. He was not as cold-blooded, cruel and licentious as he was in front of other people.

"I won't sign it!"

"This is completely unnecessary,"

The chubby old man pushed away the Heavenly Dao Contract and said coldly: "The sect has strict sect rules, prohibiting any cultivator from interfering in the sword fights of inherited sword cultivators, otherwise they will be sentenced to death. It has existed for countless years, and there is no need for you to break the Heavenly Dao Contract."

"Many elders and strong men in the sect have eaten more salt than you have eaten rice."

"How could they not know what you are thinking about?"

He looked unhappy.

As a strong man whose realm far exceeds that of Lianxu, no one here can force him to do anything.

Guang Lei Tianjun was silent.

After a moment, he spoke slowly.

"Seventh Uncle,"

"More than six thousand years ago, you embezzled the treasures of the sect,"

Guang Lei Tianjun thought for a moment and said: "More than seven thousand years ago, you slaughtered a whole family of Dao Sect because you fell in love with a female cultivator. More than eight thousand years ago, you forced to death a female elder of the inner sect who was not a Sword Realm old friend of the sect. More than nine thousand years ago, you colluded with the demon race. More than ten thousand years ago..."

He talked about one thing after another, and each thing could cause a great earthquake in Lei Yang Tian Sword Realm.

Sword Realm old friend.

This is the cultivator of Lei Yang Tian Sword Realm before it became an immortal sect, and its name was still Lei Yang Sword Sect.

The group of cultivators who grew up with the current master of Lei Yang Tian Sword Realm and their descendants are an extremely special group in Lei Yang Tian Sword Realm, and are called Sword Realm old friends by outsiders.

"So what?"

"At worst, I will return to the sect and confess my guilt!"

The fat old man sneered.

He didn't seem to care about these crimes, even though they were enough to kill many immortal sects and scatter their souls.

"Xiao Guanglei, are you threatening me?"

He said unhappily.

"It's not a threat."

"Seventh Uncle,"

Light Thunder Lord said sincerely: "Uncle Seven, you are worthy of being my uncle. Although we are not related by blood, we are closer than uncle and nephew. We even have the same hobbies, and we like to play with other people's wives and daughters. Otherwise, how can we be uncle and nephew?"

"Don't you think so?"

"That's right."

The fat old man's expression eased a little.

"But Uncle Seven,"

"There are so many people who are jealous and hateful of people like us, why can we still be free until now?"

Light Thunder Lord said in a deep voice: "Many people hate us, many people hate us to the point of madness, but they have no way to do it, but they have to force a smile and do their best to please us."

"Why is that?"

"It's because our swords are sharp enough!"

"But, what if one day our swords are not sharp enough?"

"What will happen?"

Light Thunder Lord said seriously: "Uncle Seven, we can enjoy ourselves, we can be licentious, we can indulge in sensuality, but someone must stand up and face difficulties and obstacles, Give us old friends in the sword realm a chance to support the sky, so that everyone can continue to be happy and worry-free. "

"There must be such a person! Such a group of people!"

"Back then, it was the ancestor, your father and my grandfather, they blocked each other's swords, fought to the death, and died together."

"Uncle Qi, there are so many people outside who want to kill us, want to wipe out our entire family, and leave no one alive. We can't be weak."

"You don't even dare to fight to the death, and you still have a fluke, you will definitely die in the future!"

"There must be someone who is not afraid of life and death!"

"So,"

Light Thunder Lord took the blue paper with both hands and handed it to the old man respectfully.

"This Heavenly Dao Contract, you should sign it. "