The main altar of All Souls Holy Cult is hollowed out in the belly of the mountain.
"Report to the leader, the matter has been settled. Those mercenaries have completely disappeared." A man whose face could not be seen clearly under a black cloak knelt on the ground and spoke in an extremely respectful tone.
Directly in front of him was a gauze curtain, and he couldn't see clearly what was going on inside. He could only vaguely see the graceful figure inside through the subtle light.
"Continue to stare at them secretly. The others can ignore it, but if that person named Xu Lei makes any mistake, I will make you die in an ugly way." The voice was very soft and gentle. If it weren't for the last sentence, I believe it.
This sound is enough to make the bones of any man in the world tingle.
"I understand!" The man in black bowed respectfully.
What is Jianghu? Until now, no one has been able to accurately express this question.
Where are the Jianghu? No one has ever answered this question. Jianghu can be found everywhere, but there are no traces of them. Wherever there are Jianghu people, there are Jianghus.
The rivers and lakes have their own rules, and the rivers and lakes have their stories. Many stories happen in the rivers and lakes every day.
Just like now.
Among the many rivers and lakes events during this period, there is a small but real story.
There are rumors that a new cult organization has recently appeared in the world. In just a few months, it has committed countless crimes and left no trace of chickens or dogs anywhere it went. The whereabouts of this new cult organization are mysterious. No one knows what they look like.
No one has seen it with their own eyes. Maybe those who have seen it with their own eyes have become dead.
All we know is that their flag is a strangely curved demon sword pattern, and a triangular-shaped flag with a delicate demon sword pattern will be left at the scene of every murder.
However, these things are just a little talk among people in the world after dinner. Many major events happen in the world every day. This small thing in the world is like a drop of water in the ocean. No one cares about an inconspicuous drop of water.
The leader of the Black Tiger Gang is as tacky as the gang's name.
He is obviously a very small gang, but he still likes to set up complex organizations at all levels like other sects. He is obviously an ugly guy with a sinewy face and a bloated body, but he likes to clumsily stuff his body into a moon-white robe.
Collecting protection fees at the market and helping people collect debts are their main sources of income, but the gang still considers itself an upright person.
The leader of the Black Tiger Gang has three hobbies: sex, gambling, and drinking, but his room is filled with all kinds of books, and there are some dragon-flying calligraphy hanging on the wall that he absolutely doesn't recognize.
At the head of the bed is a long desk for writing and painting. There is a pen holder above the desk, and pen holders of different thicknesses hang on the pen holder.
The gang leader took down the thickest pen from the pen holder, and the maid at the side quickly spread a piece of rice paper for him.
The gang leader picked up the pen and meditated, but found that he could neither write nor draw anything. He simply pulled the maid onto his lap, roughly tore open the maid's skirt, and inserted the thick cock as thick as a rolling pin while rotating it.
Go in.
To him, this is how the pen should be used, and apart from that, he doesn't know how to use such a thick and thin thing. The maid's intoxicated expression, not knowing whether it is true or not, is his best calligraphy.
It wasn't until he completed this "work" that he noticed something strange in the room.
There were seven more people in the room, four men and three women.
The four men looked at him with interest, but the expressions of the three women were not very good.
"Who are you!" Gang leader Gulu jumped up from the bed. With a wave of his stubby arm, the fighting spirit appeared in his palm. Being able to become the help of the Black Tiger Gang is naturally extraordinary. With his strength as a two-star fighting spirit master
There are really not many people in this area who dare to openly oppose him.
But this time, before the fighting spirit he was proud of took shape, it returned to his body in an instant.
A young man with an ordinary appearance and a slightly pale complexion looked at him with a smile, casually playing with a knife in his hand that he had no idea of its grade. It was completely black and had a strange arc.
"Three-star battle soul master!" The gang leader was surprised. Although he could not see the opponent's strength level, the one who could force his battle soul into his body in an instant must be a three-star battle soul master. As for breaking through the three-star battle to reach the four-star battle soul captain or above,
He had never even thought about it. In his mind, it was still an unreachable realm.
Xu Lei ignored him, just threw a small flag and looked at him with a smile, "I want to make a deal with you."
The gang leader looked at the small flag with a knife pattern on the bedside with trepidation, vaguely remembered a rumor during this period, and suddenly shouted, "Come on, come on!"
Li Yan sighed and punched his chin, making him stop howling like a pig.
"You have such a stupid brain!" Li Yan said impatiently: "If the person here is useful, will you still have a chance to speak?"
Help was stunned for a moment, then Gulu rolled to the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, "Young masters, please spare your lives. Just take whatever you want. Please spare your lives..."
Xu Lei frowned, "Shut up!"
The gang leader obediently shut his mouth and knelt on the ground with a pleading look on his face, looking up at the unattractive young man.
Xu Lei said, "I heard that you like gambling very much, so I will give you a chance to bet with you once."
The gang leader seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, "I wonder what the young hero wants to bet on? Dice, Pai Gow, cricket fighting?"
Xu Lei narrowed his eyes and said, "These are too boring. I want to bet on something more innovative with you."
The gang leader was stunned and suddenly became interested, "What's new?"
Xu Lei said, "I'll bet with you whether you have heard of a person. If you have heard of him, you win. If you haven't heard of him, you lose."
The gang leader was still a little unfamiliar with this kind of gambling, but he was still overjoyed and said quickly: "What if I win?"
Xu Lei said, "If you win, I will let you die more happily."
The gang leader was stunned for a moment, then kowtowed and cried, "Spare my life, spare your life..."
Xu Lei smelled a foul smell and frowned when he saw the gang leader's wet crotch. Li Yan covered his nose and waved his hands and said, "You don't look like a bear who knows that person. It stinks like hell.
Let’s leave quickly.”
Xu Lei sighed slightly, turned around and left. The moment he retracted the demon sword, he gently made a small cut on the shoulder of the helper who was kneeling on the ground.
"Thank you so much for not killing me, young hero!" The gang leader knocked his head until all the uninvited guests had walked out of the room, then he stood up and kicked several cases over violently, so naturally he did not dare to chase them out.
, turned around, full of anger and could only release it at the disheveled and shivering maidservant curled up on the bed.
"I'll make you feel so good!"
The most incompetent men only take out their anger on women. The leader of the Black Tiger Gang did not have the courage to fight against those who insulted him. He only had the courage to look at this maid, the more he looked at her, the more he disliked her, as if she had the revenge of killing her father.
In the panic, the maid instinctively grabbed a pillow and threw it over, but she didn't expect that the gang leader, who was as bloated as a fat pig, fell to the ground with a thud.
His face was distorted, his face turned purple and red, and then slowly turned into an extremely weird eye color, which seemed to be very hot and very cold at the same time.
"Kill...kill me..." The gang leader used all his strength and his eyes were full of pleading. The maid opened her mouth wide and looked at this scene blankly, knowing that the fat pig on the ground twitched a few times and stopped moving.
This is the twenty-seventh command flag issued by Demon Sword Sect.
"It seems that Nalan Buqi is hell-bent on hiding in the All Souls Holy Religion and being a coward." Li Yan looked like he was gritting his teeth when he mentioned Nalan Buqi.
Su Mu sighed, "We have to become stronger quickly. When one day we can compete with the All Souls Holy Cult, we will destroy his lair and crush the old thief Nalan to ashes!"
Xu Lei took a deep breath and played with a demon sword command flag in his hand, "Let's go, find a place to use this flag."
Jianghu sects are different from empires. When developing an empire, the most taboo is to be in the limelight. The lower profile the better. Slowly grow your own strength. Jianghu is different. If you want to become strong quickly, the only shortcut is to do a few big things that can be done, and then do it in one fell swoop.
Become famous. Only after you become famous can you be qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with heroes from all walks of life.
There is another shortcut to becoming famous, which is to kill several already famous sects and replace them.
In this continent, in addition to the leading sects such as Wanling Holy Sect and Yungu Sect, there are also many famous Jianghu sects. The strength of these already famous Jianghu sects will not be shown for the time being.
You can occupy a place in the arena and have the opportunity to be invited to participate in the triennial arena ceremony.
Being able to receive an invitation letter from the triennial Jianghu Grand Ceremony is an extremely honorable thing in the Jianghu. It means that they have been recognized by the Jianghu. Li Yan and Yang Weiwei are already somewhat famous as the Flame Mandarin Ducks, but they are far from receiving the invitation.
The invitation letter to the Jianghu Festival is still a little short of a star.
Wusanhui became famous three years ago after being invited to participate in the Jianghu Grand Ceremony. Although it is still thousands of miles away from sects such as the Yungu Sect of the All Souls Holy Sect, it is still a well-known name in the Jianghu.
Like the name of its gang, Wusanhui has five presidents. Their strength is not too high. They are all five-star fighting soul schools. There are only a few hundred members in the gang. Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for a gang of this size to attract the attention of the world.
Invitation letter sent out for the ceremony.
However, Wusanhui not only received the invitation letter from the previous session, but also received the invitation letter from this session a few days ago. There is only one reason. Although the strength level of the five presidents can only be called average in the world, each of them can win
It's not enough for others to see, but if these five people get together, no one will dare to underestimate them.
The attributes of these five fighting spirits are metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. Not only did they develop the astonishingly powerful five-element fighting spirit combined attack skills, but they also developed a set of unpredictable five-element fighting spirit formations. Five years ago, they
He used this formation to destroy a gang that had been famous for a long time, and he became famous all over the world after that battle.
According to rumors in the world, once their Five Elements War Soul Formation is activated, it is enough to withstand powerful enemies several times stronger than them. There are also heroes in the world who do not believe in evil and just go to find out what is going on, but no one has ever walked out alive.
This formation includes a powerful eight-star fighting spirit.
The five presidents of the Wusanhui were happily drinking wine. There was a red invitation letter placed in the center of the wine table. Being invited to two Jianghu festivals in a row was an honor enough for them to drink for days and nights.
A member of the gang pushed the door in, whispered a few words next to President Jin, and handed over a letter sealed with fire paint with both hands. President Jin put down the wine cup, opened the letter, glanced at it, and frowned slightly.
He wrinkled and then relaxed again, "Demon Sword Sect? How come you have never heard of it? Haha, I really don't know how high the sky is. Since we have issued a gauntlet, let's warm up!"