Prehistoric life

With the appearance of that voice, the sudden aura made Zhou Cheng's heart beat like a drum. It was actually the aura of the sub-sage.

How could a sub-sage appear? As soon as this thought emerged in my mind, my vision went dark and I almost fainted. When I regained my composure, I found that I could no longer move and was being lifted up by a short, fat and ugly monk.

In his hand, the aura of the Sub-Saint came from this person.

Zhou Cheng wanted to struggle, but he felt like he couldn't use any strength, as if his muscles and bones had been ripped away.

As soon as this person appeared, all the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect immediately knelt on the ground and shouted loudly: "Disciples have seen the Patriarch of Plague Miasma."

The Patriarch of Plague, Zhou Cheng's heart was boiling with energy and blood, and it was difficult to calm down. He already knew a little about the Abyss Demon Clan. The sect leaders were all called ancestors, such as the Bone Ancestor of the Ghost King Sect and the Plague Venom Elder of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

Ancestor, and the sect leader's senior brothers or important figures in the sect will be called ancestors.

This short, fat, ugly guy was actually the senior brother of the leader of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. Zhou Cheng secretly thought that something was wrong. This time he had mastered the game.

Looking at the disciple kneeling in front of him, the Patriarch of Miasma snorted coldly, exploding like thunder.

"A bunch of trash, so many people, a Golden Immortal monk who comes and leaves whenever he wants, and has turned my palace into this state, it's time for them to end it on their own."

This place was actually his palace. This time, he was really dead. Zhou Cheng secretly cried out that he was unlucky. But he couldn't understand how the battle ahead was so tight. How could he, a master-level expert in the sub-sage realm, lose his place?

He didn't care where he was going and just ran back to his hometown in the frontier.

After being scolded by the Patriarch of Plague, everyone bowed their heads and dared not speak. Everyone was trembling with fear, fearing that they would be punished.

"It's no wonder they are. This man is really powerful. Although he is not in the Golden Immortal realm, he is comparable to the Daluo Golden Immortal in the peak realm. Even your senior brother's young disciple was defeated by him. It's normal for someone like you to not be able to defeat him."

Suddenly someone asked for mercy. It was a man in Tsing Yi with handsome features. Although he felt weak, Zhou Cheng felt his heart tighten.

Although the other party controlled his aura very well, it was not difficult to see through Xuanyuan Mingdao Eyes that the level of Qi in his body was even better than that of the philosopher who was holding him, and he was actually a powerful sub-sage.

It's just that this person's true energy contains a trace of purple energy. This is an obvious characteristic of a disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect. Could it be that this powerful sub-sage is a member of the Heavenly Demon Sect?

But judging from what I know so far, the Ten Thousand Poison Sect and the Heavenly Demon Sect should belong to two different camps. How come they are together? Moreover, the situation seems to be quite friendly.

Someone interceded, but the Patriarch of Plague Miasma was embarrassed and snorted coldly: "Take care of this place for me!"

After saying that, he carried Zhou Cheng and flew in another direction. The man in Tsing Yi smiled and followed.

Arriving at a rather elegant courtyard not far away, the Patriarch of Miasma lowered his body, sat down in front of a stone table, and casually threw Zhou Cheng aside.

He didn't know what kind of poison he was hit with, but he made a soft sound. He didn't even have the strength to struggle, let alone escape.

Someone served food and wine and then left. After a while, the man in green also came down.

"The Patriarch of Plague Miasma has quick movements. I am ashamed of myself!" As soon as he sat down, the man in green gave a light compliment.

The Patriarch of Plague did not buy it. He snorted coldly: "You and I didn't come here to say such meaningless sarcastic remarks. Aoki, I won't beat around the bush. If your master has anything to say, just say it clearly at once."

The man named Aoki smiled slightly: "My master said, it is convenient for you to continue to stay with the Blood Demon Ancestor. There is no need to say anything about betraying and joining the Tiantian Sect."

"Is this what he wants to say? Nothing else?" Master Miasma was obviously not very satisfied.

Aoki shook his head: "My master said, don't make rash decisions based on what happens now. It's hard to say much about many things, but what he can guarantee you is that Ancestor Qiongtian cannot win this battle."

The Patriarch of Plague Miasma narrowed his eyes: "What does he mean? Today, the Swallowing Heaven Sect has five sects, while the Corpse Spirit Sect only has three sects. The stalemate is only temporary. You and I both know that it won't last long.

, the Swallowing Heaven Sect will begin to take advantage, and within three years at most, what awaits the Blood Demon Ancestor is failure."

"Your Tianmo Sect is on the side of the Devouring Heaven Sect, and is prepared to enjoy more benefits as a hero when the time comes, while our Wandu Sect is fighting life and death on the obviously weaker side. When the overall situation is determined, I will surrender.

In the past, it was just the icing on the cake, and it would not be of much value, compared to providing help in times of need now."

Qingmu smiled and shook his head: "My ancestor's words are wrong. You are a fan of the authorities. There is one thing that you may not have seen clearly."

The Patriarch of Plague's eyes widened: "Don't bother me, just make it clear. The sect master and I feel that your master is a person, so we secretly allied with him. Even in such a war, as he said, he chose to fight with the corpse.

Lingzong is on one side."

"We have expressed enough sincerity, but what about your master? Now that the situation has become like this, he is still making secrets and telling the truth. How can I trust him?"

Aoki still smiled: "Since you chose to believe it before, why do you doubt it now?"

"You know the reason. If he hadn't said that Venerable Xuanwu would die, and it really happened, would I have believed him?" Master Miasma said loudly.

Aoki immediately made a gesture of silence: "It's okay for you and me to know some things, why bother to say them out. Since my master didn't even lie about this kind of thing, how could he lie to you about his prediction of this war?"

Then he said sternly: "My master asked me to remind you of an important thing. The outcome of this war is not based on who has more men and horses, nor who owns the largest territory, but on the relationship between the Blood Demon Ancestor and Qiongtian."

Ancestor, who can survive to the end?"

"Even if both the Corpse Spirit Sect and the Ghost King Sect are wiped out, and only the Blood Demon Ancestor is left, as long as he can kill the Qiongtian Ancestor, the victory of this war will still belong to him."

The Patriarch of Plague's face froze, and then he asked with some confusion: "What do you mean by this? Do you mean that the Blood Demon Ancestor can kill the Qiongtian Ancestor? I know the legend of the Five Elements Zombies, but as far as I know, the Blood Demon Ancestor

The ancestor has only found zombies from the four elements of gold, wood, water, and earth, and the strongest among these four zombies is the Golden Immortal. Is it possible that he can make a comeback with these unworthy zombies from the four elements?"

Aoki shook his head: "I'm not very clear about many things, but judging from my master's intentions, if he is given a choice, he will win over the Blood Demon Ancestor!"

"Then why does he want the Heavenly Demon Sect to side with the Ancestor Qiongtian?" Patriarch Plague Miasma asked.

Aoki smiled: "This is not something I know. If you have a chance, just ask him in person."

Patriarch Plague took a breath, and after a while he said, "I want to ask you one last thing."

"You ask!"

"Did your master kill Lord Xuanwu?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the Patriarch of Plague Miasma immediately stared at Aoki. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!