The Ancient Vast Realm

The deacon below looked at the eighth disciple of the Ksitigarbha Hall who was looking at him coldly, and had no choice but to raise the holy order in his hand and answer bravely.

"Haha, Holy Land? Does this mean Holy Land, or does it mean what your Dikui Palace means?"

Yin Mo looked at the ugly-looking deacon below, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly said mockingly.

However, as soon as these words were spoken, the expression of the deacon below changed instantly. After all, these words were a bit serious. If it was meant by Dikui Palace, although Dikui Palace was indeed the head of the seventy-two Earth Palaces in name, You can never order a prince from another war palace at will.

Over the years, the various palaces have disliked each other. The more special war palaces such as the Demon Palace and the Dijiao Palace have turned a blind eye to the various instructions issued by the Dikui Palace and have not bothered to pay attention to them. Dikui Palace doesn't have any good solutions. After all, in terms of strength alone, I'm afraid these two palaces are really not inferior to Dikui Palace.

As a disciple of a war palace, he is the disciple of the person in power. If he can be ordered by other war palaces at will, then where is the majesty of this war palace?

"Your Highness, the Eighth Prince, you are taking this matter a bit seriously. You should know that orders regarding each palace are always issued by the Holy City itself, and are definitely not something that I, Dikui Palace, can convey at will.

This time, not only your Dizang Palace, but also each of the seventy-two palaces must send a palace to the border war city. Our Dikui Palace even acted as an example for the seventy-two palaces and directly sent two palaces. Go, how dare you lie about this! "

The deacon of Dikui Hall retorted with a serious face, not even caring about the possibility of offending Yin Mo.

After hearing this, Yin Mo was naturally silent for a while. He naturally knew that Di Kuidian did not dare, but in his heart he was absolutely unwilling for Feng Xuan to be sent to the border war city like this.

"I'll go"

Suddenly, Yin Mo said calmly.

"You...what did you say?"

The deacon of Dikui Hall looked at Yin Mo with a confused expression, as if he couldn't believe what he heard.

It is no longer a secret in the entire Great Wilderness Holy Land that the eighth son of the Ksitigarbha Hall is confined to the Holy Land and is not allowed to go out. This is a decision made by the Master of the Ksitigarbha Hall himself, and it is said that this is still allowed. A certain wizard nodded in agreement.

Therefore, even the Holy City did not dare to go against this decision. Any previous holy orders regarding the palace would almost never affect the eighth palace in the Ksitigarbha world.

"I said, I'm going!" Yin Mo emphasized with his back to the main seat.

"What? Is it possible that I, Yin Mo, am not considered a disciple of the Ksitigarbha Palace?"

Yin Mo looked at the deacon of Dikui Hall whose expression was changing, and said with an indifferent expression.

"this......"

The Dikui Palace envoy looked embarrassed. Although he said so, he did not dare to accept the matter about Yin Mo just like that.

It is said that this person is not only the palace of the Ksitigarbha world, but also one of the big figures in the Dao palace world. He even has a Holy Land witch priest to support him. The identity of the other party is not that simple.

Moreover, if he agrees, if something really happens to this person, I am afraid that when the master of the Ksitigarbha Palace returns, he will be the first one to tear him apart, and then the entire Dikui Palace will be in trouble as well. The master of the palace does not understand What does it mean to take the overall situation into consideration? He is a ruthless person who dares to make the Holy Lord of Great Desolation almost unable to step down.

Some of the deeds this man has done make one's scalp tremble just by hearing about them. The title Ksitigarbha is even more prestigious than the Master of Dikui Hall among all the worlds and races outside the human race. Three more points.

"Okay, Xiaoba, don't make it difficult for him. The Holy Land has its own considerations on this matter. Besides, this time we need the palace who is still in the third realm to go, and you have already broken through to the fourth realm, so naturally you are not suitable. Go, but if you enter the battlefield of the fourth realm, with your current strength, you still can't meet the requirements. There will naturally be Xiaosi supporting you there, and it won't be your turn yet.

And here, the Holy Land has naturally judged Xiao Jiu's strength and thought that his strength has reached the qualification before letting him go, otherwise not only you, but even the old man will not agree."

Suddenly, an old and plain voice sounded in the main hall, and then an old man in black with a nine-section green bamboo staff appeared in the hall at some unknown time.

When he saw the visitor, the deacon of Dikui Hall trembled, and then he bowed to the old man without hesitation and said:

"Zhong Ling has met Venerable Fuhai!"

As the external envoy of Dikui Palace, Zhong Ling certainly needs to know the information about the important figures in the Great Wilderness Holy Land, and the old man in front of him is naturally not too unfamiliar to him.

Kong Chen waved his hand slightly, then faced directly in a certain direction of nothingness, and said calmly:

"My ninth son of the Ksitigarbha Palace will naturally go to War City, but the old man is shameless. Can I ask for another year for him?"

As Kong Chen opened his mouth, the space above the main hall was distorted, and the sound seemed to be transmitted to an unknown place through this distorted space.

It wasn't until a while later, when the local Kuidian deacon secretly clenched his fists and became nervous, that a calm middle-aged man's voice came.

"It turns out to be Venerable Fu Hai. The Venerable said, I should agree to this matter, one year..." After saying this, the voice fell silent, as if it had never appeared before.

But when he heard this voice, the deacon of Dikui Palace suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. He could naturally tell that the owner of this voice was his deputy palace master.

"Then...that, I'll take my leave first."

Zhong Ling saw that the matter had been confirmed, and he quietly glanced at the old man not far away, and quickly raised the Holy Order in his hand and said.

Kong Chen glanced at Yin Mo, who was expressionless on the main seat, and then waved his hand with a sigh to take the Holy Order.

"Thank you for your trouble, my friend"

Kong Chen naturally knew what Yin Mo was thinking, but the order of the Holy Land was above everything else, and even he could not disobey it.

"I dare not, I dare not, I will take my leave first"

Hearing Kong Chen's words, Zhong Ling bowed to the two of them as if he had been pardoned, and left quickly.

Until he was almost far away from Mo Yu Palace, Zhong Ling wiped the sweat on his forehead.

"Huh, this Ksitigarbha Realm is so scary. When did this Eighth Palace Master break through to the Fourth Realm? There is not even a whisper. And isn't it said that this senior has long stopped asking about the Holy Land? Which bastard spread this rumor?"

Zhong Ling's mouth was grinning. Although Yin Mo had never targeted him, the aura that naturally emanated from his body made him feel extremely depressed.

"Alas, I wonder if I will have a chance to break through to the Fourth Realm in this life..."

Zhong Ling's eyes flashed with envy, and then he shook his head and flew towards the teleportation altar.

This Ksitigarbha Realm has always been a place that the envoys of various halls are reluctant to come to. Although this war hall does not have too many people and is very low-key, it is one of the most difficult war halls to provoke in the eyes of various war halls.

In the depths of the Ksitigarbha Realm, no one knows how many strong men have been buried from ancient times to the present. Even the fifth realm strong men who can be called the overlord of one side are probably not few in number.