"Next, what I want to pay attention to is their secret weapon and their trump card."
"No!" A shrill scream.
"The Zongzong Weapon doesn't have much deterrence for me now. Only when I reach the level of the Founding Ancestor can I use it."
At this moment, Zhan Wuji seemed to feel something, and immediately stopped the sedan and opened his eyes.
After a while, a black spot appeared on the horizon in the distance. It arrived at an extremely fast speed. It was a huge corpse roc, with two Taoist priests in white robes and gold rings standing on it. They were both handsome and handsome. There was a sense of arrogance.
Both of these two people looked like middle-aged men, but their aura was that of perfect spiritual transformation.
They stood on top of the roc, looked at the bloody sedan, and said calmly: "Who are you?"
"Chongming Sect Zhan Wuji." Zhan Wuji spoke in the sedan chair.
The two disciples of the Xiantian Sect nodded lightly, and then asked: "I wonder why the Holy Son of War invaded the territory of my Xiantian Sect?"
Hearing this, Zhan Wuji's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly, "I came here because I want to ask for advice from the head of your sect."
As he spoke, he took out a black and red challenge letter from his arms, let go of his hand, and the letter suddenly turned into a black light, flew out from the gap in the bead curtain, and landed on an innate cultivator. Disciple's hands.
Zhan Wuji added, "As for the specific time and location, it depends on the leader himself."
The two Xiantian Sect disciples received the challenge letter and immediately frowned and said, "We will inform the leader right away."
"Holy Son of War, I hope you can stay here and don't move around at will."
After the words fell, without waiting for Zhan Wuji's response, the two of them were already urging Xie Peng to fly away as fast as possible.
The Corpse Peng had a huge body, and when it flapped its wings, it rushed towards the blood chariot with a violent energy.
A gloomy and cold air, driven by this large formation, made bursts of howling ghosts and wolves, instantly dispelling the strong wind.
In the carriage, Zhan Wuji closed his eyes again and waited quietly.
naturalism.
Headquarters.
In a spacious hall, complex runes suddenly appeared, and white light rose into the sky, then dissipated, revealing a man wearing a white robe and a golden crown.
He held a piece of paper written in bright red ink and walked towards the palace below.
Not long after, he arrived at the "Sacrifice Hall" where the leader lived.
Entering it, the waiter led him through buildings and courtyards, and finally he came to a turquoise pool.
It was a huge painted boat with pearl curtains hanging on it. There were many people inside and it looked very lively.
He didn't take another look, but knelt down directly, handed the battle card in his hand to Yun Che, and solemnly said: "Master Qi, he is Zhan Wuji, the holy son of Chongming Sect."
"He has left the winter altar and entered our territory."
"Zhan Wujiyan, you came to our sect, he came to our sect, he came to our sect."
"Here is a letter of challenge."
"It's up to you to decide when and where."
After speaking, he knelt on the ground with a respectful expression.
The hierarchy of the Holy Cult is strict, and the status is very different.
A guardian like him, who only has the cultivation level of the God Transformation Realm, and whose family background is not prominent, would not be qualified to enter the ship in front of him, even if he could step on it with just one foot.
The matter of fighting Wuji is no small matter, it is also extremely urgent. It is a great honor to have him kneel down by this pool.
A black flame appeared out of thin air and turned the challenge letter into nothing.
"Get back." A cold voice came from the cabin.
"Yes!" The guardian didn't dare to say anything more and quickly agreed.
Ji Lu was in the main position, and below him were several Supreme Elders of Hedao level, all sitting there with ugly expressions.
After a brief silence, a handsome and male-like elder said in a deep voice: "How presumptuous! Zhan Wuji, a junior, is really arrogant! Since the Chongming Sect does not understand the rules and etiquette, we will do it for you." Chongming Sect, teach them a lesson!"
Before he finished speaking, another person who looked like a Supreme Protector said coldly: "Although the Chongming Sect is our main sect of the Holy Way, it is a greedy, selfish sect with no moral bottom line. , has never appeared in front of the world."
"Today, let them know what a lesson is!"
The woman sitting at the top glanced around. Although her face was stern, her eyes were still filled with endless charm. She said softly: "The bloodline of the leader is extremely noble, and this Zhan Wuji is even more humble."
"Leader, you cannot accept such a challenge."
"If not, wouldn't it mean that you have lowered your status?"
Everyone else nodded, and a great elder with flowing white hair who looked a bit elegant but had an evil aura on his body said: "This Zhan Wuji has such a cold aura, I have never heard of it. Pass."
"Even if we do it, it would be an insult to us."
"However, after all, he is also a powerful disciple. If he sends a disciple with the same status as him, he may not be able to defeat him..."
"The situation is urgent and we must take action."
"This kid got a big advantage."
Several other powerful men also agreed and warned: "What villains are best at is conspiracy."
"Just in case something unexpected happens, bring your protective weapon and don't let him have any resistance."
boom!
after awhile.
Temple.
The black flames were like a turbulent sea, surging and terrifying.
The flames rose, but it did not give people a burning feeling, but instead gave people a cold and depressing feeling.
As the sacrificial flames burned, a three-legged tripod stood quietly in the center of the sacrificial flames.
This large cauldron has a gorgeous shape and is made entirely of bronze. It is engraved with many figures and dotted with various precious jewels. It is wrapped in black flames and remains motionless despite the raging flames.
A flash of blue light revealed a figure in a white robe and golden ring.
He has a handsome face and an unruly demeanor. He is clearly the great guard, Ren Jiao!
He took one step forward and struck at the black flames. Without any hesitation, the three-legged round tripod turned into a ball of light and fell into his hand.
Ren Jiao stopped staying any longer and used his body to transform into magical powers and left quickly.
boom!
Under the spring fields.
Beautiful mountains and clear waters, shrouded in clouds and mist.
The blood sedan carries the power of the evil spirits, floating in the air, swaying with the strong wind, and making a crisp sound that makes people feel like spring breeze.
Zhan Wuji sat on his knees and waited silently.
Time passed bit by bit.
At this moment, Zhan Wuji opened his eyes and looked in a certain direction.
Fifteen strong men in the Hedao realm are all waiting here.
What a grand gesture!
While he was thinking, a series of piercing sounds rang out from in front of the bloody sedan.
