Chapter 775: The Fourteenth Young Master and An Ming
The young man was stunned for a moment, and then his face showed a look of ecstasy. The Fourteenth Young Master was also the most powerful figure among the second brothers of the Yuan family. If he followed this powerful figure, his future would be greatly improved.
"Thank you very much, Young Master Fourteenth. I am willing to ride for you." He quickly expressed his feelings.
The Fourteenth Young Master smiled faintly, stood up, and shouted: "Safe life."
An Ming is his servant. Although he is a slave, he also has the third level of spiritual power.
The door of the palace was open, but after the Fourteenth Young Master spoke for a long time, no one answered.
The Fourteenth Young Master frowned. Normally, An Ming would show up immediately. What happened today? He directly raised his voice: "An Ming!"
Bang! A response finally came from outside the door, but it was not a respectful voice of agreement, but a figure rushed sideways into the hall at an extremely fast speed, and fell heavily to the ground with a snap.
The face of the Fourteenth Young Master changed. He looked down and saw that the figure that flew in was a young man. He was quite handsome, but now his face was covered in blood, his eyes were wide open and there was no life left at all.
The muscles on the Fourteenth Young Master's face suddenly twitched.
At this time, outside the palace gate, it suddenly became chaotic, with countless people shouting noisily, and even more frightened calls for help.
Rapid footsteps sounded, and several fifth-level monks with supernatural powers from the original family rushed into the hall. First, a long-bearded monk said urgently: "Sir Fourteenth, the altar was attacked. It seems to be the Blood Prime. He killed many of us.
, no one can stop him."
The Fourteenth Young Master seemed not to have heard anything and was still looking straight at the dead boy with a look of sadness gradually appearing on his face.
"Young Master Fourteenth, outside..." A monk impatiently was about to call out again, but was immediately stopped by the long-bearded monk's eyes.
Several monks fell silent. Despite the chaos outside, the hall was so quiet, as if they were mourning for the young man.
After a while, the Fourteenth Young Master slowly raised his head, and the sadness on his face gradually faded: "An Ming has been with me for forty years, and he has always served me wholeheartedly. I like him very much."
Everyone was silent. Only the long-bearded monk moved his mouth, and after a while he said: "Fourteenth Young Master, An Ming has passed away. Please forgive me and accept the change. The situation outside requires you to come forward in person."
"I said that I want to give An Ming a good ending." The Fourteenth Young Master seemed not to have heard what he said, and still said to himself, "If he is not qualified to continue practicing, I will arrange a decent job for him.
I will enjoy my blessings until the end of my life. If he is qualified, I will fully assist him in his cultivation and treat him as my child."
"But he died, and died miserably, how can I give him a good ending?!" He suddenly shouted with blood-red eyes. Looking at everyone, every time he saw someone, the other person involuntarily lowered his head.
·Don’t dare to look at this fierce Fourteenth Duke.
The long-bearded monk also lowered his head and stopped talking, thinking in his heart that you just died as a slave, and the people who died outside were all real elites of the original family, and you didn't even say a word.
After a while, the Fourteenth Young Master glanced at the young man who was still kneeling: "What's your name?"
"My subordinate's name is Zhang Qing." The young man was stunned for a long time when he encountered such changes, and quickly responded.
"Very well, Zhang Qing, just follow me while holding An Ming's eyes. I want him to see with his own eyes how I tore his killer into pieces bit by bit."
The Fourteenth Young Master said calmly.
"Yes..." The young man responded quickly, picked up An Ming's body, and strode out with the Fourteenth Young Master.
The long-bearded monks and others followed behind and filed out.
As soon as they stepped out of the gate, everyone heard a burst of arrogant laughter. This laughter was extremely unpleasant, not even human-like.
On top of a huge altar that was a hundred feet high, an old man with blood-red eyes was slaughtering people. He was like an eagle among birds, constantly reaching out to grab it, or simply slap it.
The monks from the original family who flew around him screamed, and were either blown up into a ball of blood mist, or were directly bombarded by a bolt of thunder, or were simply torn into pieces, with their flesh and blood falling to the ground.
Their storage bags and spirit storage bags automatically fell off and flew towards the old man. They flashed in the old man's hand and disappeared.
Those fifth-level magical monks even dug out the golden elixir and disappeared into the hands of the old man with blood-red eyes.
This is a high-class altar. Except for the person who presides over it, the Fourteenth Young Master, there are no fewer than hundreds of monks who are responsible for various sacrificial affairs. All of them are monks with three levels of supernatural powers or above. However, they were massacred by the old man. The number was almost
Decreasing at an alarming rate.
Directly opposite the altar was the temporary hall built by the Fourteenth Young Master. When they saw the highest official finally coming out, the monks howled like ghosts and screamed in the direction of the Fourteenth Young Master as if they had seen a savior.
The old man with blood-colored eyes seemed to have noticed the Fourteenth Young Master. He couldn't help but froze, and his hand movements slowed down. Then his blood-red eyes cast sinisterly towards this side and collided with the Fourteenth Young Master's gaze.
"Zhang Qing, is he the Blood True Son?" The Fourteenth Young Master looked at the old man intently, but asked lightly. Yes, the Fourteenth Young Master, the subordinates remember him, he is the one who claims to be a seventh-level magical monk. "Zhang Qing
Taking a step forward, he was very hateful, and his eyes showed utter hatred. If it weren't for this bloody son, Elder Fang, who had been supporting him, would not have died.
"Seventh level of magical power?" The Fourteenth Young Master showed a hint of ferocity on his face, "I have never seen such a weak seventh level of magical power. If he is really the seventh level of magical power, then I can prove the truth by killing him today."
While he was speaking, Xue Zhenzi suddenly roared, roaring like a monster, jumped up in the air, and rushed towards him.
Many monks in the air were shocked by his roar, and they started to bleed from their orifices, their vision went black, and they fell from the sky one after another.
The Fourteenth Young Master sneered, and his murderous aura rose crazily like a substance, gathering into his hand to form an indestructible and peerless magic weapon. There was also a hint of domineering in the murderous aura.
The domineering sword power of the Zhen Haiyuan family!
Hey! The dazzling bloody light flickered, and the indestructible killing sword intent was released with irresistible force, piercing... the heart of the Fourteenth Young Master.
Everything stopped moving, as if time had stood still.
The other people around the Fourteenth Young Master turned pale and looked at the strange scene in front of them in horror and disbelief.
Zhang Qing had already froze, motionless. His eyes seemed to have turned into black crystals, reflecting the brilliance of hardness and indifference.
The murderous aura that the Fourteenth Young Master had just gathered suddenly disappeared without a trace. He could not turn around, so he could only slowly turn his head and look at An Ming, who was holding Zhang Qing in his arms.
An Ming's eyes were still wide open, but they were no longer staring blankly, but full of ecstasy. A bit of blood spread from the depths of his pupils, and in the blink of an eye, the entire pupils turned blood-colored.
Those are Xue Zhenzi's eyes.
In his hand, there was also a bloody sword. Most of the sword blade had penetrated deeply into the chest of the Fourteenth Young Master, mercilessly strangling all his vitality.
"Xue Zhenzi, how did you pretend to be dead and deceive me?" The Fourteenth Young Master whispered, "I used my spiritual mind to check your body, and there was no abnormality at all."
Xue Zhenzi looked at him expressionlessly: "Because I am a seventh-level magical monk."
The seventh level of magical power, four words is the answer.
The face of the Fourteenth Young Master suddenly changed, and he showed an expression that wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh. In the end, he laughed nervously: "You are the seventh level of magical power? You are the seventh level of magical power? You are the seventh level of magical power? Why do you have to pretend to kill?
I have the sixth level of magical power? Isn’t it fun?”
He asked three questions in a row, shouting at the top of his lungs every time.
Xue Zhenzi looked at him deeply: "Goodbye, Fourteenth Young Master."
A low roar rang out, and the Xue Zhenzi, who was rushing towards the Fourteenth Young Master, transformed in the air and turned into a huge snow-white tiger.
It rushed to the side of the Fourteenth Young Master, its tiger claws fell, and smashed the Fourteenth Young Master's body to pieces, then took out the soul, and was about to put it into its mouth to swallow it, when suddenly it seemed to remember something, and it actually showed a very human nature.
Hua smiled ashamedly and handed over his soul to Xue Zhenzi.
Xue Zhenzi, that is, Xia Chen looked at Bai Hu in a funny way, took the soul, put a few restrictions on it, and threw it into the storage space.
"Kill them all.
"Xia Chen glanced at the crowd lightly, ordered, then turned around and disappeared into the air.
Once the Fourteenth Young Master died, there was no longer a sixth-level monk with magical powers in this superior altar. With the strength of the white tiger, he was enough to massacre the entire audience.
Anyway, we have offended the Zhenhaiyuan family a long time ago, so it is better to offend the Yuan family more severely and make the seventh ancestor of the Yuan family as angry as possible. The forces of these big families are all executioners stained with blood. From collecting so many sacrifices, they can
It can be seen that there is no need to have any moral burden.
The white tiger roared, and there was a bloody storm around the altar.
On the second day, Xueyinzi destroyed another superior altar of the Yuan family and killed Chen Dongsheng, the sixth-level veteran of the Yuan family.
On the third day, Xue Zhenzi destroyed a superior altar of the Yuan family and beheaded Yuan Buping, the second-generation descendant of the Yuan family with the sixth level of magical power.
On the fourth day, Xueyinzi once again destroyed a high-quality altar of the Yuan family and killed Yuan Fu, the second-generation descendant of the Yuan family with the sixth level of magical power.
For five consecutive days, the monks named Xuezhenzi and Xueyinzi broke down the five superior altars of the Yuan family, killed all the monks who presided over them, and took away countless sacrifices. The Yuan family was shocked.
Next to a high-quality altar that had been completely destroyed, two silver-haired old men looked at the sight of a Yuan family member using magic to retrace his steps. They did not speak for a while, and their faces were so gloomy that they almost turned into lead.
"Fourth Patriarch, Fifth Patriarch, this is the situation." The disciple of the Yuan family took back the light curtain and said respectfully.
"These two thieves are bullying me too much!" A silver-haired old man was furious. He had been holding back just now, but now he couldn't hold it in any longer. He slapped it hard with his palm, and with a bang, the altar hundreds of feet high collapsed instantly.
, directly turned into ashes.
When the disciples of the Yuan family saw this, they couldn't help but turn pale.
"Old Five, calm down, being angry now won't help." Another silver-haired old man was quite calm, "The most important thing is how to find these two guys, and we can't let them destroy the altar again."