Emperor Jiuyin

Wu Shidao sat in the dark hall, stared at the boy in purple, and said with a smile: "Longhui Messenger, I am the master of the Emperor Demon Palace. You invite me to participate in the world's best martial arts meeting on Longhui Island? Isn't it inappropriate? Do you think I will go?"

There were more than a dozen powerful Saint Lord masters standing in the Emperor Demon Palace, but the purple-clothed boy smiled without changing his expression: "Master knows what the palace master is worried about. Before coming to the Emperor Demon Palace, the master has already ordered that the palace master does not need to We are worried that the righteous sect will set up an ambush in Longhui Island. The battle for the best in the world does not matter about good or evil, only about cultivation and strength! We can guarantee that anyone who comes to Longhui Island will not avoid it except in battle. There will be no casualties, and there will definitely be no other accidents. If the Righteous Sect dares to set up an ambush, the master will not sit idly by."

Wu Shidao lowered his head and pondered, undecided for a long time.

The purple-clothed boy smiled and said: "Of course, if the palace master does not want to participate, we will also take back this quota and give it to other masters in the Mowu Sect."

Wu Shidao pondered for a while, then raised his eyelids, "Okay! I'm going to see what kind of evil characters appear in this so-called No. 1 Martial Arts Association in the world!"

"Palace Master, farewell!" The purple-clothed boy smiled slightly and headed to the next stop.

Bai Teng Empire, a splendid palace bathed in starlight.

A man whose face could not be described as handsome, but who made people feel particularly approachable and approachable, stood under a towering tree and gazed at the stars. Behind him stood a beautiful girl with a stern face and watery eyes.

Young Master Zhaixing looked back at the girl who was as motionless as a puppet, and said with a smile: "Zhou Yuchen, it has been five years, I never thought that your resentment towards me is still so deep. In these five years, I have given you countless blessings I gave you the opportunity to escape, but you didn’t even intend to escape. Do you really want to kill me?”

Zhou Yuchen said coldly: "I want to kill, I think about it all the time."

"But you can't kill me after all." Young Master Zhaixing said with a smile.

"If you can't kill me now, it doesn't mean you can't kill me in the future." Zhou Yuchen said, "If you are afraid, kill me as soon as possible. Otherwise, one day, you will die at my hands."

Young Master Zhaixing laughed and said, "What a joke. Everything about you is under my control. I'm still afraid that you can change the world?"

Zhou Yuchen said: "Your arrogance will one day cost you your life."

Mr. Star Reaching smiled and said: "If I didn't have this self-confidence, I wouldn't be the Mr. Star Reaching I am today."

"It's better to be famous than to meet him. Young Master Zhaixing is indeed extraordinary!" A voice of laughter came, and the boy in purple hurriedly arrived at Zhaixing Palace.

Young Master Zhaixing's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled slightly and said, "Why do you want to come to my Star-Zhaing Palace?"

The purple-clothed boy smiled and said: "My Lord Longhui Island sincerely invites Young Master Zhaixing to participate in the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament on July 7th next year!"

"The best martial arts club in the world?" Young Master Zhaixing said with a smile, "I'm not interested in any martial arts club."

The boy in purple said: "With this title of number one, Young Master Zhaixing may be able to disrupt the world and plunge the entire nebula into violent turmoil. This should be what Young Master wants, right?"

Young Master Zhaixing was shocked and said with a smile: "It seems that your master really understands me. However, I still won't go to the No. 1 Martial Arts Association in the World. I don't like people who know me well."

The boy in purple smiled and said, "That's such a pity."

As soon as he finished speaking, the boy in purple left the Star Reaching Palace.

Zhou Yuchen smiled and said, "You are afraid."

Young Master Zhaixing sneered: "Am I afraid? What am I afraid of?"

"You have made countless enemies in Nebula Continent, so you don't dare to join the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Association. You are afraid of meeting strong enemies there and being killed there." Zhou Yuchen said with a smile, "On the surface, you are extremely confident. In fact, you are extremely confident. You are nothing but a coward."

Young Master Zhaixing's expression changed, and he stepped in front of Zhou Yuchen in three steps. His five fingers dug directly into Zhou Yuchen's neck, and bright red blood immediately flowed down between his fingers.

"Say one more thing!"

Zhou Yuchen's expression was filled with contempt, "You are nothing but a coward!"

"Bitch!" Young Master Zhaixing slapped Zhou Yuchen on the head, but he didn't use any force.

He paused with his right hand and laughed loudly, "Zhou Yuchen, I will not let you die so quickly. You killed Li Hanxue's family. If this sin cannot be washed away, how can you die so easily? But it is a pity that you will never be able to wash away this sin with my blood. I will keep you alive and live in guilt and hatred."

Zhou Yuchen's complexion suddenly turned as white as paper.

The boy in purple breathed a long sigh of relief after leaving the Star Reaching Palace.

There was only one invitation left in his hand.

The boy in purple clothes was relieved, with a hint of contentment on his face. Although he is a master of the Holy Lord, he is very tired from traveling non-stop throughout the Nebula Continent these days.

If the master of Longhui Island had not given him a large number of secret treasures that traveled through space, he might not have been able to deliver all the invitations even if he spent ten years with his cultivation.

"Finally we have reached the last person. After sending this invitation, we can return to the dragon island. I don't know who the last person is."

The boy in purple opened the front of the invitation and looked at it. His hands trembled inexplicably as if they were electrocuted. The relaxation and comfort on his face were immediately replaced by a panic.

"Gui Gui Wu Shengjun! Why is it him?" The purple-clothed boy was filled with fear.

The Ghost Martial Saint is famous for two things. One is his martial arts skills. He has reached the pinnacle of the Saint Realm. Throughout the entire Nebula Continent, almost all Saints agree that he is the number one in the Saint Realm. No matter how powerful or famous other giants, monsters, and geniuses are, no matter how remarkable their achievements are, they all have to stand aside.

The second is his temper. This person is moody and rampant, with a devilish ability to implement and execute. No one can stop him from doing what he wants to do.

If the Ghost Martial Saint wants to kill someone, even if there is a god standing behind this person, the Ghost Martial Saint will not hesitate to draw his sword!

The purple-clothed boy knows the weirdness of the Ghost Martial Saint, so he is even more afraid. He knows that he must not anger the Ghost Martial Saint, otherwise the reputation of the Longhui Island Master cannot save his life.

As long as the Ghost Martial Saint has the intention to kill, the purple-clothed boy will be a corpse.

"Master, you are pushing me into the fire pit." The purple-clothed boy walked into a pitch-black cave with trepidation.

The Ghost Warrior Saint was practicing in this cave.

The purple-clothed boy held his breath and walked into the cave carefully, not daring to use his magical powers to illuminate the surrounding vision.

"It is said that the Ghost Warrior Saint does not like people who are servile and fawning. Talking to him in an equal tone will not make him unhappy."

The purple-clothed boy lowered his voice and said, "Is the Ghost Warrior Saint here?"

The voice kept echoing in the dark cave, empty, and no one responded. The purple-clothed boy's heart was like a frightened bird without a branch to rely on, empty.

"Is the Ghost Warrior Saint here?" The purple-clothed boy asked cautiously.