Broken Night

Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty - Purpose

Xu Xun nodded in agreement: "Perhaps, the reinforcement and maintenance of the Quanqing Palace formation should be ahead of schedule."

Lan Zhen nodded, his face ashen at the same time: "In addition, the two old ghosts will also be summoned. Dare to take care of things like this, it seems that I still need to beat and beat."

Xu Xun reminded him, "Your Majesty, don't forget their identities."

Lan Zhen's expression was indifferent: "This is Nanhuang City, and I am the heaven here!"

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Unknown, there is a towering black tower.

The black tower is thick and heavy, although it is a tower, it has the momentum of a mountain like a mountain.

The tower has seven floors.

In the fifth floor at the moment, there are countless powerhouses gathered.

The cultivators here, every one who goes out, are called geniuses by the world. But for the sake of the way of practice, they were hunted down and then fled here. Here is their home.

But at this moment, the figure on the ivory throne is holding up the thing in his hand.

"These are the remains of our former clan. The remains of Daoist Huangquan."

Countless people looked at the broken hand and muttered to themselves in a low voice. If they approached, they would hear the sound of reading and chanting the scriptures. That is the death curse of the corpse pattern.

The first elder looked in front of him, and there were three figures kneeling on one knee.

And one of them was as pale as paper, and his breath stalled and had no rhythm.

"The three of them are the heroes who took action together with the Taoist master for the mission this time."

"This time, it's the first time our Corpse Marks Road has been publicly deployed after a thousand years of silence!"

"Maybe they don't understand what we mean by so much fanfare."

"This is all a message that the Daoist wants to bring to you!"

The first elder looked at the countless surging shadows in front of him, and his voice also became excited: "We are from the same clan! Even if one dies outside, the Taoist master will try his best to retrieve the corpse for you!"

"This! It is also to inform the world! Our corpse pattern, the rise is coming!"

The sound of reading the scriptures in the mouths of countless corpse lines became stronger and stronger, and it sounded enthusiastic, like some slogan.

"Our corpse tattoos are together, we will be rewarded for merit, and we will be punished for deeds. This time, the three of them have merit, and according to the order of the Taoist, they will be rewarded with the quota of one murder, or a chance to enter the Gong Pavilion or Treasure Pavilion." Falling down: "This time, the first credit lies in Tietou. He is also the one who was injured the most. You can choose."

Tietou was silent for a moment, but shook his head: "Thanks to the elders and the Taoist for the gift, but I can't think of it for the time being."

The Great Elder is also a rare harmony. Even if the face of the Great Elder is shrouded in darkness for a long time, he can clearly feel his kindness. Just listen to him say: "It doesn't matter, then think about it slowly. This time's gong will always be effective."

Tietou is a young man he is quite optimistic about. He has strength and talent, and it is rare that he does not have a temperament of genius. With a steady temperament but not losing the enterprising spirit, he will surely achieve great things in the future, and even more likely to become the next Lingfei.

"What about the two of you?" Facing Kuroko, who was good at flying knives and attacking at a distance, and Xiaodie, who was supportive, it was obvious that he was not as kind as Tietou. Kuroko said respectfully, "Elder, I choose the number of murderers. I am confident that I will step into the Fourth Palace in the future!"

The first elder nodded slightly, with a little appreciation: "I have confidence, not bad."

Xiaodie hesitated for a moment, then said, "Elder, I choose to enter the Treasure Pavilion."

The elder also nodded again: "Okay." He waved his hand, and a black light fell in front of Xiaodie: "Hold this token to the treasure pavilion, you can have the power to take away a treasure."

"Thank you, Elder." Xiaodie saluted respectfully.

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After a long time, the crowd dispersed.

On the huge fifth floor, there are only two elders and Xiao Hu.

Every time there is a major announcement, those ordinary corpse pattern cultivators can only step into the fifth floor. Otherwise, generally speaking, the fifth floor is only qualified for the Great Elder and a few corpse-marked dao experts who have broken through the Fourth Palace and began to practice the Nine Nether Realm.

At this moment, under the order of the Great Elder, only the Great Elder and Xiao Hu were left.

Xiao Hu has never caught a cold. Although he has been with this great elder for several months, his face is always shrouded in darkness, perhaps because of his previous life. He doesn't always like those who hide their heads and show their tails with masks on their faces and don't want to show their true colors.

But he still knows that he is still too weak, as long as the elder wants to kill him, I am afraid that he will be wiped out in the blink of an eye. Even though he is called the Son of God, he is not really self-righteous. Still every step is like walking on thin ice, step by step.

"I know, you still can't put your heart into my clan." The first elder spoke in a deep voice and looked at Xiao Hu: "I'm afraid, it's because Rosen killed one of your close relatives."

Xiao Hu lowered his head and did not speak. It's just that if you can see his expression, his eyes are full of coldness.

The first elder disagreed and continued: "Rosen's actions are wrong, but his respect for you is real. Even so, if you want to kill him, how can I say a word?"

"You are the holy son of my clan, which means that in the future, you will be the Taoist master of my clan."

"Your life, your growth, is the most important thing. But it must be based on that you have a sense of belonging to our family."

Xiao Hu raised his head and looked at the face that was shrouded in darkness: "Even if I want your life in the future, is it okay?"

The elder was silent.

If someone else was present, they would be very surprised. The Great Elder has always been eccentric and decisive in killing. Someone had been openly rude to him, and he was beaten to death after being flipped over! And now, Xiao Hu actually provokes him with such words?

After a long time, the first elder said, "You know, what is the Daoist's plan for this shot?"

"In the end, the Taoist escaped by using the black tower to gather the dead energy of thousands of years and transform it into a ubiquitous space teleportation ability. This teleportation ability is extremely powerful, even if it is protected by the formation of Nanhuang City, it is useless. But relatively, it consumes a lot of death energy. After using it this time, it will not be activated again for at least a few decades.”

"As for the Taoist master, it is confronted by the two peak powerhouses. Among them, the Quanqing Palace has mastered the [Thousands of Mountains and Tens of Waters], and the strength is even more terrifying. With the strength of the Taoist master, he was also seriously injured. It also takes several years of recovery to regain strength.”

"This time, there are many purposes for this shot. There is a purpose to reveal to the world, and there is a purpose to recapture the remains of our clan. But these are secondary."

"The Taoist paid such a high price this time, and its purpose is for you."

Xiao Hu was stunned when he heard the words: "For me?"

The first elder nodded slowly: "Do you know the left **** battle? And the famous [Blood Battle Fist]?"

Xiao Hu nodded: "I have heard a little, it is said that Zuo Xuezhan and a Hong family disciple, Hong Zhan, jointly created the tattoo technique."

The first elder said indifferently: "Then do you know that Hong Zhan is a member of our Corpse Mark Road?"

Xiao Hu's expression changed slightly when he heard the words.

For corpse trace practitioners, even if they have no blood relationship, they prefer to call themselves "family". It is believed that practicing the corpse pattern is higher than all practitioners in the world. So no matter where you were born or who your identity is, as long as you practice the corpse pattern, you will be a member of the corpse pattern!

but……

Hong Zhan is a cultivator of the corpse pattern! ?

how is this possible! ?