Picked a Killer as My Wife

As the old saying goes, people are not as good as heaven.

The Refugee Supreme never thought that his plan that he had planned for nearly a thousand years would be ruined. Now if he wants to re-plan, it will take at least another thousand years.

Moreover, now that the plan has been exposed, at least a dozen forces are now eyeing the land of the refugees, and it will be very difficult to hide their eyes and ears.

"Is this fate?" Refugee Supreme sighed helplessly.

When he said this, the body of Refugee Supreme was a little rickety, and he felt that the whole person was a few years old, and his energy was not as good as before.

The death battlefield is definitely the least suitable area for human habitation.

If it weren't for the birth of a spiritual source in the death battlefield, I'm afraid this secret realm would be uninterested. The refugees who enter here are forced to desperately choose this place as a last resort.

In the battlefield of death, these refugees are unrestrained and lawless. Law is strength, and heaven is the supremacy of the refugees. Here they can escape the chasing of powerful venerables.

But all the refugees were not happy. All of them dreamed that one day there would be a chance to return to the Nether Realm, and the plan of the Refugee Supreme for this thousand years was to return the refugees to the Nether Realm.

But even the emperor of the Netherworld dare not accept all the members of the refugees' land, otherwise the enemies of these refugees will inevitably be dissatisfied with the emperor.

After thousands of years of planning and secret communication, Emperor Kuhai and Refugee Supreme reached an agreement.

Emperor Kuhai is willing to accept the second and third generations of the refugees in the battlefield of death, so that these second and third generations have the opportunity to live a normal life in the Netherworld, but the prerequisite is that other refugees in the land of the refugees must become the Emperor of Kuhai. Chess pieces on the battlefield of death.

It is such a harsh condition, Refugee Supreme did not hesitate to agree.

However, this death battlefield is an area that any power in the Netherworld wants to get involved. After all, this is the best training ground for cultivators.

If this death battlefield is controlled by the Bitter Sea Emperor alone, then it will be more difficult for other forces in the Nether Realm to cultivate their cultivators, which will definitely affect the current most powerful class of the Nether Realm. Will affect the pattern of the entire Netherworld.

Since there is no power that can control the Netherworld, the situation they most happily agree with is that the death battlefield is always in a land of no owner.

As for the refugees, hehe, just keep them as the objects of hunting and trial of those who enter the battlefield of death.

From the sharpening of the sword's edge, the Netherworld is not a greenhouse, and those practitioners are not the flowers of the greenhouse. Even the practitioners under the same nobleman who enter the Netherworld for the spiritual source may kill each other, let alone Said they treated the refugees.

These refugees should be nothing more than the sharpening stones of the monks.

Therefore, although the contact between the Vagrant Supreme and the Bitter Sea Emperor of the Netherworld was carried out in secret, there is no impermeable wall in the world, especially since each contact requires a long wait of five hundred years, this matter naturally still passed. Get out.

And that sad emissary, when he first entered the battlefield of death, before he saw the Vagrant Supreme, he was targeted and killed.

For the Refugee Supreme, this is a huge family, as if their way out was cut off.

The masked girl could feel the sorrow of her father, walked to Refuge Supreme, stretched out her arm around him, and said with relief: "My father, this may be just an accident. We are waiting for 500 years to send someone out... "

"No! This is not an accident! It is too late. Our actions have caught the attention of other emperors. Next time the death battlefield secret is opened, it will be even more difficult for us to send people out in the land of refugees! Refugee Supreme looked down at the face of the masked girl, shook his head and said.

People do not destroy themselves for their own sake, and the same is true for the Refugee Supreme.

The Refugee Supreme has now passed the age of long. For humanoid humans, this life span is long enough. If nothing happens, the Refugee Supreme may not have been alive for more than a thousand years.

He feels that his deadline is approaching, so he urgently needs to arrange the future for his children!

Before he died, his greatest wish was to allow his descendants to enter the Netherworld and get rid of the evil title of refugees. Especially the little girl in front of him.

This masked girl is a female of the Refugee Supreme, and this girl is also the child with the best cultivation talent among all the children of Refugee Supreme.

If he were killed on the battlefield for the rest of his life, the best achievement of this little daughter might be to equalize his current strength and reach the second level of the nobleman.

But if this little girl is sent into the Netherworld, especially if she gets the support of some forces like the Emperor, then her future will be limitless, and it is entirely possible to become the ninth level of the Lord!

In order to protect the masked girl, she was forced to wear a heavy mask when she was only five or six years old. As a result, everyone in the entire refugee land knew that the refugee supreme had a daughter, but no one had seen this daughter. true colors.

If all goes well, during these five hundred years, the Refugee Supreme will focus on cultivating mask girls, so that the mask girls can reach the realm of the venerable as quickly as possible, and then when the next five hundred years of mystery opens, the mask girls can escape the sea of ​​suffering , Enter the Netherworld.

Wide sea diving, sky high the birds to fly.

Perhaps in two to three thousand years, the masked girl may reach the ninth level of the Venerable.

At that time, with such a powerful existence, the Vagrant Land will have some support in the Underworld, and the fate of the Vagrant Land will be completely changed.

It's just that the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. Vagrant Supreme guessed the beginning of the story, but did not expect the end of the story. The current Netherworld is far more chaotic than he thought.

"My father, the ship will go straight to the bridge head. Now it is nearly 500 years before the next secret realm is opened. There may be other changes in this! Maybe things will develop in a better direction?" Mask girl Said.

"Perhaps!"

"I'm tired, I'm going to take a rest. The land of the refugees will be temporarily controlled by your brother, and you should hurry up to practice. Maybe the turnaround you said is really back!" said the refugees.

When the masked girl talked with Venerable Vagrant Supreme, Li Tian, ​​guided by the flame spiritual power of the blood spirit source in his body, had already taken Ye Meijing and Venerable Shi Lei into the land of Vagrant.

Entering the land of refugees, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Li Tian sent the vicious dog into the space of the Qiong Spear of the sky, and Lord Shi Lei also restrained his powerful aura.

Feeling the spiritual change in the veins, and looking at the huge city of refugees in front of him, Li Tian was full of doubts.

"Could it be that the source of the blood spirit has been controlled by people? Otherwise, why is the place where the spirit power points to in the city of this homeless land?"

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