Listening to the words of the existence in the ring, Shui Jingyue remained silent.

She wanted to snort coldly.

After all, these monks from Lizhou are too weak.

Even if you have this kind of fighting spirit like a hungry wolf.

Even if you dare to fight your life?

But even if the locust has the fighting spirit of a hungry wolf, even if it dares to fight to the death, isn’t it still a locust?

But looking at the traces of miserable battles everywhere, the ground had already dried up but still had a bloody smell.

Shui Jingyue still didn't laugh out loud.

Although unwilling to admit it.

But it is undeniable that if these monks from Lizhou left Lizhou, they would have unique conditions just like the monks of the Eighteen State.

Then it will be true as the old man said, and these monks from different states will sweep across the entire eighteen states like hungry wolves.

Two million monks who dare to fight to the death.

This is an enemy that no holy sect wants to face.

"But they can't get out either." Shui Jingyue exhaled a long sigh, unable to say whether it was contempt or self-comfort. "Although Zhang Feng was going out this time, he was under the surveillance of the Divine Court."

"The Divine Court and Lizhou have always had grudges, and the monks in Lizhou will never allow Lizhou to exist for a long time in the eighteen states."

"Even this time, I just want to put them on Qitian Road as gun envoys."

"When these monks in Lizhou suffer heavy casualties in Qitianlu and the underworld, the Divine Court will send them back with one without any miss. The benefits of capturing the underworld will be exclusive to me, and they have nothing to do with Lizhou. At most, they will only give one or two bones symbolically."

Shui Jingyue analyzed the thoughts of the Divine Court and the Eighteen Provinces in a few words.

To be precise, this is not a conspiracy.

This is a conspiracy that anyone can see.

Even Shui Jingyue felt that it was stupid that Qilinzi knew that Lizhou monks would be used as gun envoys, but he proposed to take Lizhou monks to the underworld to fight, which was simply stupid.

"Hmm." The existence in the ring nodded in agreement, "Although the monks in Lizhou have the will that monks in other places do not have because of this difficult environment."

"But they can't get out of this difficult environment, either."

"What a pity."

The existence in the ring sighed in a complicated tone.

"Okay, senior, don't worry so much. The monks in Lizhou have nothing to do with us. If they can't grow up, it's a good thing to me, Jingyue Holy Mountain and other Holy Sects." Shui Jingyue smiled sweetly, interrupted the topic, turned to look forward: "The front should be the treasure house."

Shui Jingyue could vaguely see a tall palace standing in an empty underground cave.

Although I can't see clearly.

But the outline of the tall palace can be roughly seen, it is so grand.

It is even comparable to the mountain gate of a Holy Sect.

At this scale, even after the Lord of the Holy Sect dies, there is no such place to bury him.

Shui Jingyue felt extremely awe for a moment, but when she thought about it, the existence in the ring was originally the disciple of the Eight Emperors of the Ancient Immortal Court, and his disciple was also the disciple of the Eight Emperors of the Ancient Immortal Court. This is much greater than the identity of a holy lord.

How can the immortal tomb of this kind be smaller?

There are countless treasures in this palace, and I am afraid that it will be countless treasures, and I will take out one of them at least, which is at least an ancient treasure. Otherwise, I would not be worthy of this existence’s identity!

I’m afraid I don’t even know how many immortal jades and immortal weapons are!

For a moment, Shui Jingyue's breathing became rapid.

There is no doubt about it!

This is a huge opportunity!

No.

This is a great opportunity!

Even for her, the Holy Son of Jingyue Holy Mountain, this treasure left behind by this existence...

Anyone who gets one will benefit you endlessly!

What's more, there is also the concentrated spiritual liquid that is missed by this senior. I am afraid that only two drops are enough to make me enter the transformation of God!

For a moment, Shui Jingyue's eyes released light.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

She seemed to see the scene when she returned to the sect, her transformation into a god-like cultivation, countless treasures in her hand, her treasure light soared into the sky, and her fairy aura was dazzling.

The door leading to Kangzhuang Avenue flashed and opened to her.

"Yes, it should be the tomb of my disciple."

"Of course, it's a tomb."

"In fact, it is the place where my disciple left a piece of treasure, martial arts, and various treasures of heaven and earth to the inheritor."

"From this scale, it seems that my disciple is doing well in the lower world. Haha, I am worthy of being the most optimistic disciple, and I am so handsome."

"You said it was a treasure house, that's right."

"Let's go in and take a look."

The old man's tone in the first two sentences was still filled with a hint of sadness.

After all, he is his own apprentice.

Of course I feel sorry for death.

But when it comes to the end, the words are already filled with unstoppable joy.

After all, it was the treasure left to him by his apprentice.

There is also a concentrated spiritual liquid that can help you restore your cultivation.

Even if it is placed in the ancient immortal court, it is a terrifying immortal wine that allows people to ascend to the Tao and turn into immortals after drinking a cup!

I have found many of my disciples in my life.

I'm afraid there's a big bucket.

If you pour one bucket into your own, you may be able to directly restore your previous cultivation and regain the position of Immortal Emperor!

That's right.

This old guy was the Immortal Emperor during his lifetime.

It was not right before he died. Anyway, before he entered the ring, he was an immortal emperor under the throne of the Eight Emperors of the Ancient Immortal Court.

Help the Eight Emperors of the Ancient Immortal Court to manage the affairs of the Immortal Court and manage the thousands of worlds.

The Eight Emperors of the Ancient Immortal Court, whom he belongs to, is his master, the most beloved disciple of the Supreme Five Elements.

The three-faced demon god who controls the demon world.

"As long as I can restore my strength!"

"Even if it's only a few%, I can go and find my master!"

The old man was extremely excited to think of this.

after all.

As long as you find the master, you will find the organization!

It is no problem to recreate the glory of the ancient immortal court back then!

Thinking of this, the old man's originally excited eyes suddenly dimmed.

"I just don't know if Master is still alive."

"My master...ah, even I was almost gone. Fortunately, I had practiced a magic trick inadvertently and saved my soul in the ring before I survived."

"Master."

"You...why are you trying to attack us?"

"Why kill us all for that traitor!"

The old man looked melancholy, as if he could think of the miserable scene back then.

Unable to understand.

How could there be someone who can kill all his beloved relatives and friends, his wife, his disciples and grandchildren for a traitor who can be destroyed at will!

"If one day I find him..." A trace of hatred flashed across the old man's eyes: "I must avenge my master! Even at all costs!"
Chapter completed!