Chapter 947 – The One Who Killed Ninety-Nine Ten Sect Paragon Saints
Chapter 947 – Killing Ninety-Nine Ten Sect Paramount Saints
Cursing was a very painful thing to do, it was just that after cursing, one always had to bear some consequences.
If that Jiang Wen Jiang Grand Master went on a rampage and killed directly, to be honest, Xin Zhuo only had to avoid the front line for the time being and run away.
No matter how disgusted he was and how embarrassed he felt about the relationship with each other, if Jiang Wen really arrived, I was only afraid that no one under the heavens would help because all the experts in the world knew that Jiang Wen was Xin Zhuo’s real father!
How can outsiders interfere in the matters of father and son?
For this reason, Xin Zhuo waited for a month.
Nothing happened!
In the second month, on the tenth day after the twenty-fourth solar term “rain”, the sky was overcast, as if hundreds of layers of dark clouds were pressing down on the top of the head, an ancient carriage pulled by a three-headed demonic panther drove out of the “Mountain Eagle Town” under the escort of a group of people including Master Ma San, Master Han Wu, and the Taiji Realist. The carriage was pulled by a three-headed demonic leopard.
The carriage was not smooth, the three demonic leopards that Sang had not personally captured and customized still had some wildness left in them, and Yan Ruizong, who was driving the carriage, grimaced and cursed incessantly.
Inside the carriage, Xiao Huang is sleeping soundly, Mo Xianyi is silently peeling oranges for Xin Zhuo, and Xin Zhuo is looking out the window.
Fifth Senior Sister Gongsun Li passed on the news that recently the Trapped Sea was overcrowded, with experts above the level of Saints from all the major Holy Lands Caves and Hidden Forces descending with their own Quasi-Saints juniors, as well as most of the scattered cultivators Quasi-Saints.
There are simply too many unknown characters, and they can be described as a mixture of fish and dragons.
And there is accurate information that people from the five families of Jiang, Zhao, Ye, Ying, and Ji have also arrived in the mountains, and the previous Ying Siren and Zhao Tong’er are two of the characters who are preparing to become saints.
And the one from Jiang’s family who came was none other than Jiang Wen Jiang grandpa!
This really wasn’t good news.
“Master!” Mo Xianyi handed over the orange petals with all the white silk drawn away.
Xin Zhuo shook his head to indicate that he did not have an appetite, Mo Xianyi had to eat it himself and asked curiously, “Nie Yinniang, Sang Buqing those people went to the …… Great King ……”
“Great King Heaven and Earth Network!” Xin Zhuo said.
“What is that place?”
“It was a magical place.”
Xin Zhuo had a smile on his face, those people from Prophet Gou, Mr. Zhuge and Li Guangling were the ones who would come to the rescue, the huge scale and firm foundation that they had made over the past few years could be described as a windy place.
If once started, with the dull boredom of the world’s martial arts cultivators, it would definitely be all the rage, and this was by no means self-importance.
This force, may not have a force value, but it can accumulate vast amounts of wealth, obtain unrivaled news, scavenge the world’s resources, and buy off countless experts.
The most important thing was that it could provide Xin Zhuo with massive cultivation resources.
“But ……,” Mo Xianyi looked odd, “why don’t you let your concubine go?”
Xin Zhuo looked at her: “You are very gifted, no less than the average Holy Land Cave Heaven’s Upper Saint Son, your path of cultivation is in the four directions, you must not work behind closed doors, just like Yan Repulse Sect, go to the vicinity of the Trapped Sea to gain a long insight.”
Yan Repudiation Zong this kid from the earth immortal, all the way to grow to the Hunyuan virtual middle realm, put aside Xin Zhuo this kind of open character, in the latter day of the people can be said to be extremely cattle talent.
As for Mo Xian Yi, surprisingly, she was also a Houtian person and was only over a hundred years old this year, the terror of this kind of woman could be imagined, it wasn’t an exaggeration to say that her talent was even a whole lot stronger than those of Qing Xuan, Ji Pixuan, and Jiang Yu Gui.
What kind of divine figures are these two, it’s unimaginable.
Mo Xian Yi was a little disappointed and murmured, “I thought Master couldn’t spare me.”
“Your biggest problem is love brain.” Xin Zhuo patted her head.
This touched Mo Xian Yi’s intellectual blind spot, blinking her eyes: “What is love brain?”
Xin Zhuo closed her eyes, unwilling to speak.
Mo Xian Yi puzzled it out on her own.
Carriage all the way forward, at first okay, gradually on the road encountered a large number of experts, clear color lower holy son above cultivation, not experts running all over the place, but most of the experts would like to come to see once in hundreds of years of the event, so high-quality martial arts cultivation piled up, low-ranking martial arts naturally only to hide the part.
So many experts gathered, since it is inevitable because of the fight for all kinds of resources killings, and each other do not see eye to eye, traveled five hundred miles only, the Yuanji realm expert’s body, at least saw more than a dozen.
A hundred and thirty miles ahead is the empty sea, cloudy sky for many days finally rainstorm. The carriage arrived at a valley and suddenly stopped, the Yan Repudiation Zong who was driving the carriage turned around and said, “Your Majesty, there are people cutting up the cliffs above, oh, the cutting up is over!”
“If you are not a saint, you are still an ant! There is no reasoning in this world, if I, Wu Si, were a saint, I would not be able to let you kill!”
A miserable hiss came from above, gradually fading, the mountain patterns after the death of the Quasi-Saint Ten Sect experts transformed into masterless power, bursting out in all directions.
The ones who died were actually experts of the Quasi-Saint Ten Sect.
Then there was a “rumbling” of rocks falling.
Xin Zhuo pointed out a finger, and the falling stones scattered on their own.
“Whew.”
A faint sound of breaking wind came from the front, and a figure blocked the carriage’s path, it was the murderer.
This person is a youth appearance, each sideburns hanging down a strand of hair, eyes like a knife, ice-cold seems, the body around the hidden blazing fire light dazzle, will be full of the sky pouring rain baking evaporation, can not be near the body of ten feet.
The same is the quasi-saint ten door cultivation, the rage of the flame is unparalleled.
Yan Chuanzong couldn’t help but gulp down a mouthful of saliva.
Mo Xianyi inside the carriage also subconsciously leaned towards Xin Zhuo’s side.
Xin Zhuo lifted the curtain of the carriage to look out: “Your Excellency if you want to sit in the carriage feel free to come up, don’t put on this dead look, for who?”
There was no semblance of politeness in these words, Yan Repulse Zong and Mo Xian Yi’s faces changed slightly, thinking that a battle could not be avoided.
Who would have thought that the youth was not the least bit surprised, disappearing in a flash, and when he reappeared, he had already arrived at the carriage, and said in a cold voice: “Let’s go!”
Yan Repudiation Zong had no choice but to wave his horsewhip, and the carriage advanced towards the end of the valley.
The temperature in the carriage was extremely high, coming from the youth’s body, and there was also an indescribably dense killing aura, which was not directed at anyone, as if he existed in his own right.
Mo Xian Yi couldn’t bear it and avoided far away, hiding behind Xin Zhuo.
Xin Zhuo suddenly asked, “Just how many people has Your Excellency killed?”
The youth said, “Ninety-nine people were killed, ninety-nine Ten Sect Breaking Paragon Saints!”
Mo Xianyi’s face completely changed.
Xin Zhuo asked, “How many Ten Sect Breaking Paragon Saints are there in the heavens?”
The youth said: “I don’t know, but the ones accumulated by the major forces and loose cultivators in this great domain over the past few hundred years are only no less than three thousand, and most of them are just some rats who meticulously stay in the great mountains!”
“This number, beyond imagination!” Xin Zhuo nodded: “But why did you kill them?”
The youth said: “Because they are here to participate in the Trapped Sea Saint Lin Yuan Rising, there are too many people, I am too annoyed to kill a few to practice!”
“What a good reason!”
Xin Zhuo pointed to his nose: “I just happen to be a Broken Ten Sect Paramount Saint as well, and I’m also going to participate in the Trapped Sky Sea Sacred Prosperity Rising, do you want to make it up to the whole thing and kill me as well?”
The youth didn’t half hesitate: “I can’t kill you, you’re not much worse than me!”
Xin Zhuo instantly felt bored and stopped talking, looking out the window at the heavy rain.
The youth also stopped talking.
Half an hour later, finally out of the long valley, the front opened up.
A straight avenue led straight into the depths of the sea, the road was crowded but not noisy, most people were riding on ancient demonic vehicles or riding spirit beasts.
The Trapped Sea had arrived!
(End of chapter)