God of Defiance

"call……"

In the secret room deep inside the Zhengdao Society, after sitting there practicing for more than half a month, Chu Tian let out a long breath of turbid air, and both the main body and the two clones slowly opened their eyes.

Because they are in their own base camp, the bodies of the three Chutians are all filled with strong power of luck, especially the body of the luck clone Chu Zhengdao. The invisible power of luck is even more tumbling, like a deep Like the sea.

Under the blessing of the rich power of luck, even though he had only practiced for more than half a month, Chu Tian clearly felt that the undead profound energy in his Dantian had increased a lot, and the second compression was not far away.

However, Chu Tian also felt that the quality of the necromantic energy produced in his Dantian by sitting and practicing hard was not as good as the necromantic energy produced by constant fighting.

After noticing this phenomenon, Chu Tian immediately smiled bitterly and sighed: "As the saying goes, it's true. Real masters come from actual combat rather than sitting alone!"

However, Chutian is not ready to appear in public just yet.

At present, the whole Jizhou is calm on the surface, but in fact, there is an undercurrent. I don't know how many forces are secretly looking for him, wanting to kill him and take away all the benefits and blessings from him.

Chu Tian decided to wait until his cultivation reached a small level in the Death Mysterious Realm before going out to show his face.

Because for him, only when his cultivation has truly broken through to the Xiaocheng level of the Death Mysterious Realm, and with the help of the re-refined Chutian Sword, can he have some hope of competing head-on with a Venerable-level master!

And by then, if he wants to leave, even the Great Master may not be able to keep him!

After a few breaths, Chu Tian turned to look at Heiming's clone Chu Mingsha sitting on his left.

In addition to absorbing the negative luck generated continuously in the eleven kingdoms, Chu Mingsha also practiced alone the holy-level technique "The Holy Art of Killing" left behind by the Killing Saint.

The moment Chu Tian turned his head, Chu Mingsha immediately sensed it and replied hurriedly and nervously: "My lord, I have completely perfected the first level of the Holy Art of Killing!"

After Chu Tian noticed the slight nervousness on Chu Mingsha's face, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

Obviously, the terrible shadow of pain caused by him and Chu Zhengdao chanting the Yuan Devouring Mantra together still remains deep in Chu Mingsha's heart.

"Not bad, keep up the good work!"

After a breath, Chu Tian nodded, with a hint of encouraging smile on his face.

The "Sacred Art of Killing" left by the Killing Saint has a total of seven levels. This holy-level technique has very high requirements. Only warriors of the Death Mysterious Realm with a strong and determined will are qualified to practice it.

If a person does not have enough cultivation, or his will is not strong enough, and he practices hastily, he is very likely to turn himself into a madman who only knows how to kill, and eventually die of exhaustion and soul failure!

"My dear, could you please let me enter the secret room of Killing Saint Island and visualize alone the killing mural left by Senior Killing Saint?"

After hearing the encouragement given to him by this deity, Chu Mingsha couldn't help but feel relieved, and hurriedly asked tentatively.

After hearing this, Chu Tian shook his head without even thinking about it: "We can't do it right now. The murderous intent on that mural is too strong. Let's talk about it after my cultivation has reached a small level in the Death Mysterious Realm!"

Seeing that the deity directly rejected his request, Chu Mingsha immediately sighed in disappointment.

At the same time, Chu Tian sneered secretly in his heart.

He was very reassured about Chu Zhengdao, but he was very uneasy about Chu Mingsha. Even with the Yuan Devouring Curse and the Pure Heart Holy Curse to control him, he was still very uneasy!

Therefore, for safety reasons, he will never allow Chu Mingsha's strength to increase too quickly!

After a breath, Chu Tian turned his head again and looked at Chu Zhengdao, the luck clone sitting on his right.

"Huh?"

After observing for a few breaths, a slightly unexpected sound suddenly came from Chu Tian's mouth.

At this moment, he found that the power of luck surrounding Chu Zhengdao was obviously stronger than before.

"Could it be..."

Chu Tian frowned slightly and murmured. Before he could finish his words, he suddenly heard knocks on the door from outside.

Uh-huh!

With a thought in Chu Tian's mind, both the Black Ming clone and the Qi Luck clone flashed in an instant, merged into the original body, and disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, Chu Tian stood up, raised his hand and fired a Spiritual Energy Pilian towards the thick door of the secret room, and the thick door immediately opened automatically.

"Meet the president!"

After a breath, the left protector Hei Bai Ke and the right protector Yang Ming'er stepped into the secret room from the outside and bowed to Chu Tian at the same time.

Chu Tian raised his hand to signal the two of them to excuse themselves, and at the same time asked with a smile: "Could it be that you have already won the first small country?"

"Yes, it took us almost half a month to capture another small country called Xiyan. All the evil forces in the small country were uprooted. The entire royal family expressed their intention to surrender to our Righteous Association!"

Yang Ming'er said extremely excitedly.

Since it was her first time to do such an exciting thing, when she spoke, she was so excited that her whole body trembled slightly, while the black and white guest standing next to her was obviously calmer.

"Okay! But you must remember that it is easy to win a small country, but it is not easy to continue to run a small country so that the weather is smooth and the country is peaceful and the people are safe!"

"We must try our best to treat every family and every believer as kindly as possible, so that they will sincerely support us and provide us with the purest incense and luck!"

Chu Tian nodded and reminded in a deep voice.

After hearing this, both of them looked solemn and nodded secretly.

Especially Heibai Ke, whose face covered by the black and white mask showed a trace of admiration.

The dozens of Shengxuan Realm masters gathered in the Zhengdao Association at present all came from the eleven small countries before. They were either royal ancestors or independent masters who had lived in seclusion for many years.

It was because they saw that after the Zhengdao Association wiped out many evil forces, it not only did not treat the families and warriors of various countries badly, but also rewarded them with a lot of skills and treasures, so they took the initiative to choose to join the Zhengdao Association and serve the Zhengdao Association.

"By the way, President, the royal family of Panlong Empire..."

After a breath, Yang Ming'er asked again with some concern.

Before Yang Ming'er finished speaking, Chu Tian raised his hand to interrupt him: "Don't worry too much about the royal family of Panlong Empire. They have always been high and mighty, and look down on these remote and remote small countries. They have no patience and willingness to manage these small countries!"

After hearing Chu, Yang Ming'er could only sigh secretly.

Although Chu Tian was not worried about the threat from the royal family of the Panlong Empire, somehow, deep in her heart, there was always an lingering feeling of worry.