I Have Ten Strongest Beasts

As it got deeper and deeper, the evil spirit in the surrounding space became more and more intense, and the atmosphere was so depressing that people couldn't breathe. Xia Qingtian felt more and more fear in his heart, and tried his best to stimulate the divine power in his body. The bound spirit threads on the top shone with faint brilliance, tightly sealing the divine source in his body.

"Mr. Xia, don't waste your energy, save some energy, or you won't be able to survive a round of punishment later." The old man stroked his beard, a gloomy look appeared on his face, and the corners of his mouth gradually curled up. A sinister arc.

After trying countless times but not getting any feedback, Xia Qingtian fell into despair, and the ray of hope in the depths of his eyes gradually disappeared.

A moment later, wailing sounds full of endless resentment reached everyone's ears. Compared with the miserable yells before, they were even more breathtaking and made people feel extremely fearful.

In the huge cavity, it was not as dark as before, and there were two faint lights of blue and red in the entire cavity. In the center of the extremely huge cavity, a vast altar covered with patterns was located.

The simple and unsophisticated altar is seven or eight meters high, and there are several steps leading to the altar on all sides. Above the altar, a huge prism in the shape of a triangular prism floats in the air about three meters away from the surface of the altar. There are lines all over it, and there is a faint dark brilliance flowing in the lines, which is simple and terrifying.

One after another looming bodies of resentment floated around, in different states, and the translucent faces all showed an extremely painful appearance, and the bursts of mourning spread from here.

Xia Qingtian slowly raised his head and looked above the altar, as if he had noticed something, his pupils shrank suddenly, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Hehe, Mr. Xia, don't worry, you will be one of them later." The old man bent his body, followed Xia Qingtian's gaze to look at the top of the altar, and the evil smile on the corner of his mouth became even stronger .

"Although you cannot contribute to our Xia clan when you are alive, the Patriarch is kind enough to allow you to dedicate your strength to the Xia clan after death."

The old man stood up slowly, waved his sleeves, and two punishment hall disciples walked over slowly. With a movement of their wrists, they took out a device from the bracelet, and slowly enlarged it under the influence of the spiritual source, wrapping Xia Qingtian in.

"No, don't kill me, don't kill me, I can give you wealth beyond your imagination! As long as you let me out, I can give you a lot of wealth, enough for you to use for a lifetime"

As if feeling that his death was approaching, the expression on Xia Qingtian's face gradually became terrified, he kept struggling in the ball of light, and shouted at the old man.

The old man was stunned for a moment, a gleam of brilliance flashed in the depths of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth gradually curled up, as if he had some thoughts in his heart, then he waved his hand slightly, and the light ball wrapped around Xia Qingtian slowly floated in front of the old man.

"As you said, do you still have unknown property?" The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Xia Qingtian in front of him with deep and energetic eyes, his sharp eyes seemed to pierce through his body.

Seeing the old man's reaction, Xia Qingtian once again had the hope of living in his heart, nodded frantically towards the old man, and a smile appeared on his face.

The corner of the old man's mouth curled up, and with a light tap of his finger, the mask covering Xia Qingtian turned into a cloud of light rain, dissipating in the air. Xia Qingtian crawled to the side of the old man, and whispered in the old man's ear .

"Haha, okay, okay, I didn't expect Mr. Xia to provide such a huge amount of property before his death. The old man is very pleased. Let you die more happily!"

Hearing the old man's voice, Xia Qingtian froze for a moment, his face gradually became surprised, he froze in place, unable to speak for a long time, just had the hope of living, but was splashed out by the old man's cold water. A chill ran from head to soles of feet.

As the words fell, a gleam of brilliance flashed in the depths of the old man's eyes, and the spiritual source surged all over his body. A thread of spirituality as thin as needles shot out from his shriveled fingertips and sank into Xia Qingtian's eyebrows.

"Throw his body into the altar!" The old man brushed off his sleeves, stood with his hands behind his back, and returned to his usual indifferent expression, leaving only one sentence, turned around and walked out of the punishment hall.

In the main hall of the Xia clan, Xia Xiao closed his eyes lightly, propped his head on one hand, raised his eyebrows slightly, and carefully calculated the various losses of the following industries in his mind.

"Patriarch, this old man has something to report, maybe it can relieve our Xia family's temporary difficulties!" The old man walked slowly into the hall with his hunched body, and his old voice kept echoing in the hall.

"Oh?" Hearing the voice in the hall, Xia Xiao suddenly opened his eyes, and a bright light flashed in the depths of his eyes, staring at the old man in the hall.

The corners of the old man's mouth gradually curled up, and he walked slowly to Xia Xiao's side with a stooped figure, whispered in his ear, and told Xia Xiao Xiao the news that Xia Qingtian had provided before his death.

"Well, you did a good job, and I will definitely reward you later!" Although Xia Qingtian's property is a huge amount of money for ordinary people, it is just a drop in the bucket for the current loss of the Xia family. It can only maintain the daily expenses of the Xia clan.

After the old man left, Xia Xiao looked quietly outside the hall, a brilliance flashed in the depths of the five-color pupils, and murmured: "It seems that I can only..."

Nangong Clan, in the Nandou venue, as Suning walked to Taichung, there was a burst of applause from only a hundred people outside the venue, which was deafening and echoed in the venue.

Nangong Lingqing frowned, clenched her fists tightly, and looked at Nangong Ruining with a strange brilliance in her eyes.

As if noticing Nangong Lingqing's expression, Jiang Baiphos moved forward slowly, put one hand on his shoulder, looked confidently at Su Ning on the stage, and comforted him softly.

"Mr. Su, for today's battle, I hope Mr. Su will not let the water go, and I will do my best!" Nangong Gan looked at Suning who was standing on the opposite side, with a hearty smile on his face, and said loudly, as if he had something to say. Endless fighting spirit.

Seemingly feeling an endless fighting spirit, the blood flow in his body seemed to speed up accordingly, Su Ning shook his head helplessly, and slightly cupped his hands towards Nangong Qian.

"Please sir, be merciful!"

As the words fell, a flash of light flashed in Su Ning's eyes, and his feet stopped, his figure was like lightning, and he rushed out, leaving an afterimage on the stage, and his fists blasted towards Nangong dry.

"Good guy, so fast!" For a moment, Nangong Gan couldn't keep up with Suning's figure, and couldn't help sighing.