Fantasy Starts With The Ancient Eucharist

This secret room is very spacious, more than ten times larger than the underground palace of Chen Jiujia.

In the middle of the secret room, the sky sickle was sitting in the Lotus Position, surrounded by hundreds of light balls.

Most of them have been extinguished, dark and lifeless.

Only the last ball of light was still shining, and there were bursts of shouts of killing.

Xiao Lin stepped forward unhurriedly and said with a light smile: "Tian sickle, you have worked hard."

"Owner!"

Tian sickle was slightly startled, and he stood up quickly, and then knelt down on one knee respectfully: "Tian sickle, see master!"

"Don't be polite."

Xiao Lin waved his hand dismissively, "I heard that you have been monitoring Beizhou for the past six months?"

"Yes."

Tian Si nodded: "The subordinates have been watching Li Potian and Luo Lie closely these days, but without your order, I dare not act rashly!"

"You did very well."

Xiao Lin turned to look at the lifeless black ball floating in the air: "These are?"

"Master, these are the monitoring spirit orbs created by the subordinates with their own Spirit Power to monitor their every move without the fact that the Divine Land Sect cannot detect it."

"Then why these spirit beads have become pitch black, without any picture?" Xiao Lin asked suspiciously.

"Because... these have all fallen."

Tian Xian's face was a little sad, and he couldn't help sighing heavily.

"Previously, his subordinates created more than two hundred monitoring spirit orbs and sent them to various Sects and aristocratic families in Beizhou. On the one hand, they are monitoring whether they are in collusion with Li Potian, and on the other hand, it is a kind of protection for them. ."

Tian Jian said with a bitter smile: "But three months ago, Li Potian and Luo Lie suddenly acted without warning, and almost led the Divine Land Sect to declare war against the entire Beizhou."

"In just three days, all the Sects in Beizhou, large and small, were either slaughtered by the whole family or surrendered. Until now, only one organization remains tenacious and unyielding, fighting to the death of the Divine Land Sect."

"Oh?"

Xiao Lin was surprised: "Which organization is it?"

"Master, please see for yourself."

The sickle stood aside respectfully, letting the only ball of light still flashing in front of Xiao Lin.

Xiao Lin took a closer look, revealing a touch of horror on his face.

The scene presented on the ball of light is a dilapidated watchtower, and a bloody battle is going on.

One of them is all soil repairers, wearing an khaki robe, and a high flag stands behind him, with the four characters "Shenzhen Sect" written on it.

On the other side, most of them are burly big guys, who are indeed members of the North State Sub-rudder of the Rogue Cultivators League.

Fan Datong was holding two steel warhammers, his body was covered with blood, and his eyes were already red.

This battle was very bloody. It was not so much a battle as it was a unilateral massacre.

All the cultivators sent by Shentu Sect are elites, and the average Cultivation Base is up to the 30th rank of the gods.

On the side of the Rogue Cultivators Alliance, Fan Datong, who is the most powerful, will only be the twentieth rank of Divine Product. With his bravery in combat, he can barely fight his opponents.

Except for Fan Datong, the other disciples of Beizhou Fenruo didn't have any strength to fight back. They could only watch their companions being slaughtered and waited for Death's sickle to fall on Own's head.

Seeing this bloody scene, Xiao Lin was silent for a while, with a cold expression in his eyes.

"Those Sects who do not obey the rule of the Divine Land Sect are either forced to lead the people to destroy them by themselves, or they are obediently surrendered after being killed by the Sect Leader."

Tianxian sighed: "From beginning to end, only Beizhou Sub-rudder has resisted stubbornly, fought and retreated, and while dealing with the Divine Land Sect, it preserved its own strength."

"But today, I tried to find out the hiding place of Beizhou Fenruo, and sent his confidant black soil to slaughter."

"Although Fan Datong of Beizhou Sub-rudder is somewhat resourceful, he is not a powerful opponent after all. I am afraid he will not last long."

"When they also fall, Beizhou will completely fall under the rule of Lipotian and Luo Lie..."

"So we must not let this happen."

Xiao Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, and shouted in a deep voice: "Heaven sickle, let's rush over and give a lesson to those cold-blooded murderers."

"what?"

Tian Jian was startled slightly, and shook his head hurriedly: "Master, this is absolutely not the case!"

"Now Lipotian and Luo Lie don't know that I have already entered the territory of North State, so they relax their vigilance and dare to send troops to slaughter the Rogue Cultivators Alliance."

"Once we show up, we will be exposed instantly, letting all the efforts of hiding for so long fall short. At that time, we will stun the snake, let Li Potian and Luo Lie be prepared, and if we want to annihilate them, it will be even more difficult!"

"I am now the nominal leader of the Rogue Cultivators League, and I must not just watch Own's subordinates being killed indiscriminately and doing nothing."

Xiao Lin said indifferently: "Furthermore, we can take their dog heads in the blink of an eye, and we don't have to sacrifice these innocent lives as abandoned children."

"But......"

"Nothing!"

The murderous aura in Xiao Lin's eyes was ready to come out, and he vigorously said, "Take me over now!"

Tian Jian sighed helplessly, and had to put his hand on Xiao Lin's shoulder, lead him out of the secret room, and rushed straight to the battlefield all the way.

After arriving at the Diaolou, this place has become a purgatory on earth with corpses all over the field and blood flowing in rivers.

The Beizhou sub-rudder originally had more than two thousand people, and now more than half of them have been killed in Jiuquan. There are only a few hundred more powerful people who still insisted on resisting, but all were seriously injured.

Fan Datong's body was covered with dozens of bloody wounds, and he had become a blood man, but he still held the warhammer tightly with his trembling hands, without the slightest retreat.

Fighting him is a giant Fatty who is bigger than him.

This man is three meters tall, his belly is round like a watermelon, and his skin is covered with a hard crust of earth.

This guy has a fishy face, fangs, and unusual ugliness, and his head is covered with red hairs.

His weapon is even more amazing, a giant gourd hammer that is more than five meters long. Fan Datong's warhammer is no small in size, but compared to this hammer, it is undoubtedly a grandson.

It's not so much a human being, it's more like a monster even scarier than Qiongqi.

The sickle said in a deep voice, "Master, that guy is the strongest monster under Lipotian, Black Earth."

However, before he finished his words, Xiao Lin had already summoned the Devil Sword of the Corpse King from the storage ring, and flew forward with a stride.

"die!"

The black soil kicked the exhausted Fan Datong to the ground and raised the pumpkin sledgehammer in his hand to smash him into meat sauce.

But when the Jingu hammer was raised to the highest point, Hei Mu's expression suddenly changed, and he found that the hammer seemed to be held by someone and couldn't move a single move.

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