Money in the heavens

In the past few days, the underground tomb of the Chu Kingdom's imperial palace has been filled with thousands of rays of light and auspicious colors. The essence of heaven and earth that seeps down from the surface fills every inch of the ancient tomb.

In the most open ancient hall, there is a white jade platform in the center. The jade platform is crystal clear and emits a soft light. A tall and burly middle-aged man stands on it.

The middle-aged man has long black hair that casually floats on his shoulders. He has a bronze face, long eyebrows, a straight nose and a square mouth. His pair of black eyes are breathtaking and frightening. However, what shocks people the most is the momentum of the middle-aged man, his unparalleled domineering and majestic posture that looks down on the world, making the middle-aged man look like a demon god looking down on all living beings.

This is the immortal body that Chen Nan, Xiao Xuan and Chu Xuanzu saw at the beginning. There are a few metallic lights in his hair. Upon closer inspection, it is the hilt of a flying sword that penetrates the top and disappears.

The essence of heaven and earth in the ancient hall was surging, shrouding the immortal body. Thousands of auspicious rays of light made him look taller and more majestic. The light was like flowing water, and it continued to penetrate into his body from the skin of the immortal body, and the crystal light continued to flash on his body surface.

At this moment, the flying sword that had penetrated the top of the head suddenly made a soft hum, and bounced three inches from the brain of the immortal body, revealing half of the sharp sword body. The immortal body trembled at this moment, and the originally black eyes closed, and then suddenly opened again, shooting out two more than ten feet long materialized sharp edges, the right eye was bright and clear, and the left eye was blood red and shining, cruel and ruthless...

A few days later, the tall mountains gradually flattened. The group was getting closer and closer to the western border of Chu State. At this time, everyone clearly felt that the temperature was getting lower and lower.

The climate of the 100,000 mountains in the central area of ​​​​Tianyuan Continent is abnormal. The trees are evergreen all year round, and there is no change in temperature. Legend has it that the Hundred Thousand Mountains are covered by a vast and boundless formation, which ensures that it is warm all year round. Whether this is true or not, the world has no way of knowing.

Half a day later, the group entered the western border of Chu State. Wangfeng City, the gateway to the west of Chu State, was in sight. At this moment, tiny snowflakes were dancing between the sky and the earth, and the ground was silver-white. Everyone had put on the cotton-padded clothes prepared in advance.

It has been snowing heavily in Pingyang City, the capital of Chu, these days, but this has not made this prosperous capital city deserted. As long as the snow stops for a while, there will be bursts of buying and selling sounds on the streets.

These days, the inn business in Chu City has been extremely hot, and the inns in the most remote corners are almost overcrowded. Recently, there are no less than thousands of practitioners from all over the mainland, and the number is increasing every day. This time, the secret treasure appeared in Pingyang City, which attracted the wind from all directions, and countless real masters rushed here.

This gave the Emperor of Chu a headache. The legendary secret treasure would cause strange phenomena in the sky above the Chu Palace every night. So many practitioners gathered in Chudu, and all eyes were on the palace. Once the strange treasure was unearthed, it was foreseeable that countless practitioners who were proud of their skills would break into the palace. Who knows what kind of trouble would be caused by then.

The eldest princess of Chu sent one letter after another to invite those masters who practiced in seclusion. She knew that sometimes the army might not be effective. Many masters with terrifying cultivation seemed to have the ability to break into the palace.

Although there was a fifth-level peerless master Zhuge Chengfeng in the palace, she still couldn't feel at ease. She invited everyone from the Chudu Qishi Mansion into the palace. The palace has been heavily guarded these days.

It was not until the ancestor returned from the Free City a few days ago that Chu Yue felt a little relieved. She knew deeply how terrifying the cultivation of this royal ancestor was.

After observing the underground palace in the palace, the returning old monster Chu immediately went to Xiao Sheng who was practicing in the Xiao family.

He knew that there were definitely many strong people attracted to the underground palace now, especially this time he appeared in the Free City, with a rejuvenated appearance and stronger strength, it was inevitable that some people would think that he had obtained the treasures in the underground palace and had such a change.

Now that the underground palace has changed, it is not easy for him to pass it alone even if he has the strength of the seventh level!

On the other side, the righteous path and the six ancient evil paths in Pingyang City are fighting secretly. Meng Keer drove the Taoist treasure Jade Lotus Platform back to the Dantai Holy Land for a few days, and then rushed to Chudu. She has been in Pingyang City for nearly ten days, but she did not go to the palace to find Chu Yue, the eldest princess of Chu, but secretly lived in an inconspicuous little shop.

She knew that the Chu Palace was full of eyes, and if she went there rashly, she would definitely be noticed. She didn't want to expose herself to the enemy in the dark. Because she had to secretly plan a strategy to deal with the little devil Hun Tian.

Two miles away from the inn where Meng Ke'er was staying, there lived a mysterious young man in an inn. This man had already come to Chudu, but he never showed up on weekdays. All matters were handled by his subordinates.

When he learned that Meng Ke'er had come to Chudu and had been found out where she was staying, he laughed a long laugh: "Haha... You are finally here, and you still want to hide it from me. Humph, I have been waiting for you for a long time. The grievances between you and my factions have been entangled for thousands of years. I swear to take the heir of this generation of Tan Tai Holy Land as my woman, hehe..."

This person is Xiang Tian, ​​the most outstanding heir of Hun Tian Dao in the contemporary era. He is tall and burly, with a handsome face like a knife, showing masculinity. But the shining black eyes reveal a trace of cruelty and a hint of cunning, which makes people shudder involuntarily when they see him.

The most eye-catching thing about Xiang Tian is his blood-red hair. It looked like the ground was stained with blood, and it looked particularly dazzling. Legend has it that this is a characteristic that naturally appears after Huntian Dao cultivation reaches a certain level. Anyone with red hair can be called a little devil, and only those who have reached this level can become a disciple. It can be seen that Xiang Tian's cultivation has reached a very terrifying height.

Xiang Tian sneered again and again, and then said to the subordinate in the room: "Try your best and use all the despicable methods you can think of to deal with Meng Ke'er."

"This..." The master of Huntian Dao hesitated.

The little devil Hun Tian smiled and said: "It doesn't matter. This is just a small fight. If you can't do it, I will take action again, or think of other ways. Go quickly. I will give you three days to do your best, but Don’t make too much noise.”

When the subordinate heard this, he bowed and then slowly withdrew.

When Xiang Tian, ​​the little demon king of Huntian, was preparing to deal with Meng Ke'er, Meng Ke'er was also listening to the reports from his subordinates.

Thousand-year-old sects like Tantai Holy Land and Huntian Dao don't have many core members. Restricted by the ancestral teachings, direct disciples within the sect are not allowed to exceed a certain number.

However, after thousands of years of decline and prosperity, it has developed to the present, and its peripheral forces are extremely large, and these forces are not restricted by ancestral precepts. The peripheral disciples mostly engaged in business and pursued official careers. There were such peripheral disciples in almost every big city, and their power was unimaginable.

On this day, Meng Keer kept frowning slightly when facing the food. She felt that Hun Tian Dao was really scary. Although she had received a report that Xiang Tian wanted to deal with her, it was still unimaginable that someone could poison the food in a kitchen that was under surveillance.

That night, Meng Keer tossed and turned, she always felt like someone was spying on her secretly. In fact, several peripheral disciples who secretly protected her were quietly put down. The little devil Huntian has already sworn to capture Meng Keer alive, so the external forces of Huntian Dao are working extra hard.

At the third watch, several black shadows slowly approached Meng Keer's house. The window lattice paper was soon pierced, and poisonous mist slowly poured into the house.

However, before the people outside the house could be happy, a cold sword light burst out from inside the house and struck the window lattice like lightning. "Puff", "Puff", "Puff" sounded softly, and several people fell into a pool of blood...

After a few days like this, more than a dozen disciples from the outer disciples of Tantai Ancient Holy Land were killed or injured, and the outer disciples of Huntian Dao also lost a similar number.

On the evening of the ninth day, Little Demon King Huntian walked around the house and said, "Judging from those wounds, this Meng Ke'er is really something. Her cultivation level is probably extraordinary. If you want to catch her, it seems you have to... It's a lot of effort. But I don't want to wait any longer. Is the tunnel you dug ready? I'm going to catch her myself tonight!"

Xiang Tian's eyes shot out two rays of cold light. His tall body blocked half of the room's candlelight, and his long blood-red hair looked particularly dazzling in front of the candlelight.

"When she was in the house, we didn't dare to let the people below dig the soil for fear of disturbing her, so we wasted some time, but the digging was about to be completed."

"Okay, I'll try it myself tonight."

In the middle of the night, in the secret passage under Meng Keer's bed, the little devil Huntian was holding Fang Tian's painted halberd, his eyes flashing with cold electricity.

The halberd is a powerful weapon, shaped like a spear, with crescent-shaped sharp blades on both sides under the spear point, which can be used to stab or cut. Fangtian means comparable to heaven. Painting refers to the carved patterns on the body of the halberd. Fangtian Painted Halberd means a painted halberd that can be compared with the heavens. The names are often exaggerated, aiming to show how powerful the halberd is and that the user must be extraordinary.

This Fangtian Painted Halberd is the most treasured treasure of Huntian Dao. The gold essence required to create it took several generations of hard work. It took all the manpower and material resources of the sect to collect for hundreds of years to collect the required Tianwai. Meteorite, refined into gold essence. Then he asked the most famous master of the magic weapon at that time to spend his whole life to make this square-shaped halberd come into being.

It can be said that apart from the legendary fairy treasures like Hou Yi's bow, this Fang Tian Painted Halberd is enough to rank among the top ten magic weapons in the mainland, even better than the Chaolu Sword that Meng Keer lost in Chen Nan's hands. Slightly better, historically only the leader of Huntian Dao or the most outstanding successor can master it.

Little Demon King Huntian held this peerless magic weapon in his hand, took a deep breath, and then rose into the air. The Fangtian Painted Halberd in his hand shot out a dazzling light, and the ten-foot-thick soil layer instantly broke apart like tissue paper. , a strike from the divine weapon is truly capable of breaking the heavens!

A flash of blood flashed, and the pungent smell of blood filled Meng Keer's room...

Fang Tian's painted halberd broke through the ten-foot-thick soil layer, emitting a dazzling light. The little devil Huntian quickly rose from the cave like a dragon soaring into the sky.

The cave was facing the bed in the room. The wooden bed shattered instantly, a flash of blood appeared, and the pungent smell of blood filled the room. Xiang Tian's eyes flashed with cold light, and the moment he smelled blood, he secretly screamed something bad. He knew that Meng Keer was by no means an easy person and could not be injured by a sneak attack. That person was definitely not her.

The moment Xiang Tian rushed out of the cave, his body moved more than ten feet away and was instantly pressed against the wall beside him. But at this moment, he felt a strong cold air coming from the wall behind him. The wall shattered with a crash, and a cold light clung to his body as fast as lightning.

"Hey!" Little Demon King Huntian snorted coldly. His body was like a swimming fish. After twisting a few times, he shook the flying sword away from his body, and then quickly slid to the side.

During this process, he never had time to look back, but the scene in the room came into his sight. Next to the broken wooden bed lay a man in black, who turned out to be a peripheral disciple of Huntian Dao. There was a bloody hole between his chest and abdomen. Blood was gurgling and blood was rising. His body was still convulsing and shaking. But it seemed that he could not survive.

Xiang Tian was a little surprised, this was a leader among the peripheral disciples of Huntian Dao. Obviously, the people who arranged the arrangements outside were discovered by Meng Keer, and it is very likely that they have been eliminated.

At this time, there was no one in the room except him and the dead body. It was obvious that Meng Ke'er was waiting for him to be put into the urn. The person who attacked him outside the wall must be Meng Ke'er.

"Eh!?"

Xiao Xuan, Qianlong, Chen Nan, Long Wu, Zijin Shenlong and others who were resting in the inn in the city all looked in the direction of the battle. The little devil Xiang Tian showed no reservation in his momentum.

Many people discovered the battle between him and Meng Ke'er, but no one wanted to go up and touch the six ancient evil ways.

The little devil Huntian ignored the gazes of all parties and rushed forward quickly. The Fangtian painted halberd in his hand swept backwards, and the bright divine halberd made a "bang" sound. He hit the flying sword that was following him hard, sending it flying away.

People with advanced cultivation like him compete for the first move. The reason why he chose to sneak attack Meng Ke'er in the cave is to get the first move, so that when the opponent falls into chaos, he will kill her without hesitation. However, he did not expect that Meng Keer would take advantage of him. Treat others in their own way.

At the moment when the flying sword was swept out, the little devil Huntian was about to turn around, but a burst of colorful light quickly approached his body, and a crystal-clear jade lotus petal slashed towards his waist and abdomen, without giving him any breathing space. Chance.

A cold light flashed in Xiang Tian's eyes, the long blood-red hair on his head moved without any wind, and a chilling air burst out from his body. The air inside the room surged violently. The whole space seemed to be distorted. The body of the Little Demon King Huntian was divided into two, and the two parts were divided into four. Four phantoms appeared in the room, and the unique Void Dao of Huntian Dao came out at the right moment.

The blurry figure moved like lightning at a speed invisible to the naked eye. A blur of shadow quickly rushed out of the attack range of Jade Lotus Petal. Immediately afterwards, a divine halberd struck the lotus petals fiercely like the tail light of a comet rushing from the beginning of the universe.

"boom"

There was a loud noise, and the entire house shattered in an instant. In the billowing smoke, a tall demonic figure with long hair flying wildly and a face full of black energy walked out of the ruins carrying Fang Tian's painted halberd. His eyes were like the brightest cold stars in the sky, emitting two rays of cold electricity, which made people shudder to look at them.

It was only then that Little Demon King Huntian truly got rid of his previous disadvantage. He glanced coldly at Meng Keer, who was a few feet away and was dressed in white clothes like a holy fairy. He sneered: "You are worthy of being a fairy who walked out of Tantai Ancient Holy Land. You actually made me embarrassed. Since you have already Knowing my plan tonight, it seems that we can only fight openly and honestly. "

Meng Ke'er had a calm look on her face, showing no emotion or joy. She said calmly: "The contemporary little devil of Huntian Dao actually uses such despicable tricks. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by fellow Taoists? The Huntian sect is evil after all. One of the Six Holy Lands, aren’t you afraid of losing your master’s face?”

"Hehe..." Little Demon King Huntian sneered: "Since my master has taught me the Fangtian Painted Halberd, he no longer restricts my actions. Each generation of Huntian Dao successors has their own code of conduct. Tonight will be my I’m going to announce the flag-sacrifice battle to the world of cultivation. You must have seen the letter I sent you tonight.”

After saying that, Xiang Tian held a halberd in one hand and pointed to the sky at an angle. A vast spiritual coercion as vast as the sea burst out with him as the center, and a majestic force swept in all directions like a stormy sea. The unparalleled momentum made him look like a mountain, and there was an extremely heavy aura. Vast in the inn.

At this moment, the tall figure of Little Demon King Huntian looked like a god and a demon, like the supreme Shura of hell, which made people's hearts tremble.

"Is this the successor of the Six Ancient Evil Paths? If Little Demon King Huntian has such strength, then the successor of the Path of Destruction will not be any worse!"