Master of Beasts

The pitch-black compass was taken out by Henry Zhang from the Sky Boundary Stone, and the spiritual power on the fiftieth floor of the Spiritual Pagoda suddenly became turbulent.

Slender black threads intertwined rapidly, and the majestic black air surged outside the tower.

"Look!" A disciple pointed upward and exclaimed.

The surrounding black air, like a bulky black python, slowly circled around the tower, and the light in the entire Thirteen Peaks gradually dimmed at this time.

"Um?"

Amidst the mysterious starlight, the chess piece held by the old man stopped in mid-air, and the old man turned his gaze. His deep eyes seemed to be able to penetrate space.

This person is the Great Peak Lord of the Thirteen Peaks, Bei Chen.

Since the establishment of Thirteen Peaks, the number of times he has appeared in the outside world can be counted on the fingers, and even many newly promoted peak owners have never seen his true face.

"That kid actually came here." Mo Gong, who was opposite Beichen, said in a rather surprised tone.

As the little peak master of Thirteen Peaks, he has always been inseparable from Beichen.

"Snapped!"

When the chess piece fell, Bei Chen smiled lightly and said, "I said that even a tiny place can give birth to a genius. When I first sensed it, that kid was just a spirit master, but in the blink of an eye, he grew into a spirit, old man Mo, Your vision is still not as good as mine."

"Hmph, there are so many geniuses, if you go to the Northern Territory casually, you can catch a lot of them." Mo Gong slammed down heavily, obviously displeased with Bei Chen's complacent tone.

"Speaking of which, the psychic pagoda has existed for so long, and the secrets contained in it are finally about to be unearthed." Bei Chen said with some emotion.

"King of Ten Thousand Nights." Mo Gong sighed softly, feeling extremely uneasy in his heart.

King Wan Ye, that is a mysterious beast that only exists in legends, even he, the ninth-rank spirit king, can hardly keep calm in front of a powerful mysterious beast.

The secret of the Spiritual Tower was discovered twenty years ago.

At that time, an elder who was in charge of cleaning the psychic pagoda heard a strange noise in the middle of the night, so he opened the mechanism curiously and descended directly to the 50th floor.

Then, he saw a scene that he will never forget in his life.

Amidst the billowing black air, a black robe was scattered, and an invisible shadow half-kneeled in it. The shining blade, through the black air, exuded a frightening light.

No, that's not a blade, but a sickle.

Different from the sickle used by the pharmacist to pick herbs, the sickle blade is unusually wide, like the hook sickle of the god of death, just looking at it, the cold light makes one's heart tremble.

That elder had already forgotten how to escape from the sympathy tower.

After Beichen and Mo Gong got the news, they rushed over immediately, but the scene described by the elder had long since disappeared, only a trace of black air wrapped around the corner, proving that what the elder said was true.

"It's a pity." Mo Gong looked complicated.

Since then, he and Beichen have exhausted all methods, even at great cost, to invite an eighth-order formation mage, but the other party just took a look and shook his head slightly.

"Here, there is no breath of formation."

Therefore, Beichen and Mo Gong had no choice but to give up.

But they knew very well that the mysterious King of Ten Thousand Nights was on the fiftieth floor of the Tower of Wisdom, and he just hid himself by some special means.

"I have to say that if profound beasts want to hide, unless there is a way to restrain them, otherwise, even an emperor-level powerhouse will be powerless." Beichen sighed softly.

"It's really cheap for that kid." Bei Gong said with a heartbroken look: "There is a Kong Lingluo, and he can gather all four Hei Mingzhu and polar night plate. This kid's luck is so good, once Success, it is a double profound beast!"

The double mysterious beast is even more frightening than Henry Zhang's identity as a six-source spiritual master!

Around the ziming tower.

"What the hell is that?"

Slowly straightening up, Yang Ling looked at the surging black air, frowned and thought for a moment, then sneered: "Could it be that kid broke the psychic pagoda? Hehe, the guy with poor character really has no luck How good, destroying the psychic tower is a felony, and you are doomed!"

Now,

Elder Ling, who is in charge of guarding the Spirit Tower, will definitely not let Henry Zhang go easily.

"The black air is getting thicker and thicker."

"Do you want to tell the elders?"

"Let's take a look first. If there is an accident, the peak masters will naturally take action, so we don't need to worry about it."

The surprised discussions of the disciples kept ringing out in the increasingly dark space.

Inside the civic tower.

The slender black threads intertwined rapidly, and immediately swelled into black chains in Henry Zhang's shaking eyes, and there was a rattling sound as they twitched.

These chains didn't look thick, but even a blow from a Vault of Emperor spirit beast couldn't break them.

"boom!"

Among the many intertwined chains, the thick black air suddenly rolled, and a black robe fluttered slowly in it, and the sickle blade slanted against the floor, flickering with cold light.

The brim of the black robe was slowly raised, and there seemed to be a pair of indifferent eyes staring at Henry Zhang lightly. Under the brim of the hat, there was darkness.

"Ah……"

This voice seemed to be sneering.

The next moment, Wanye King's figure flashed, and the chains scattered throughout the space condensed towards his wrist with a clatter. In just an instant, the space in the field was emptied.

The dark chains wrapped around the wrist of the right arm of the King of Nights and spread to the handle of the sickle, as if the chains themselves were integrated with the sickle.

"Not good!" Henry Zhang's scalp was numb.

The goal of the King of Night is him!

A black light and shadow flashed.

"Boom!"

The sole of Wanye King's foot stepped heavily on Henry Zhang's chest, and immediately shot straight out, and a big hole was shattered in the body of the Tower of Communication with a loud bang.

The dark shards of the psychic tower fell to the opposite side.

The noisy discussions in the venue disappeared without a trace, and the eyes of all the disciples were staring blankly at the direction where the loud noise spread.

"Shua!"

The black light cut through.

While cursing in his heart, Henry Zhang's body, stepping on the position of the seven stars, quickly flashed backwards, and under the swept sickle blade, a fragment of a robe fluttered in the wind.

With flashes of figure, Henry Zhang and Wan Ye Wang distanced themselves far away, with lingering fear in his heart.

Just a little bit, he confessed here.

Wan Ye Wang really wants to kill him!

"Fortunately, after such a long time, the seriously injured Wanye King only preserved the strength of the fifth-level Lingpan. Otherwise, I would have to fall here if I just waved a scythe at will."

Looking at the chilling Wan Ye Wang who turned around, Henry Zhang was also furious: "He is a master who is difficult to tame again. It seems that if you don't use some ruthless methods, you will not be able to cure you!"

"Buzz!"

The five spiritual gates flashed in succession, Henry Zhang took a deep breath, and sternly shouted: "Do it!"

The sound of breaking wind sounded.

Except for Kong Lingluo, the five spirit beasts surrounded the Wanye King, and the majestic spiritual power erupted from the body, rendering the sky with five kinds of brilliance.

"Ah."

With a sneer, King Wanye clenched the sickle tightly in his hand, and immediately stepped on the void and slashed down.

"Shua!"

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