Chapter 1267 Lin Wuyou is attacked, the demonic bell rings
"Haha! If you die today, the Demonic Shadow Palace will exist in name only, so why talk about revenge!!!"
"Come on, die! From now on, there will only be one dynasty in the land of Muyun Province, and that... is my Great Zhao Dynasty!"
Zhao Mingyuan's wild laughter echoed in all directions, his eyes still locked on Lin Wuyou. The moment Lin Wuyou landed, he raised his hand and punched out again.
However, although his punches were fast, Lin Wuyou instantly turned into a thick black mist after landing on the ground and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Zhao Mingyuan's punch landed on the ground, a powerful attack that destroyed the mountain and cracked the earth, stirring up dust and sand that filled the sky and the earth.
The vicissitudes of life old man is accompanied by thousands of sword lights, carrying the wind and waves, blowing away the sand and dust that fills the sky and the earth in the blink of an eye.
However, they saw a deep pit left in the ground that was a hundred feet deep. However, as their eyes and consciousness swept over, there was no trace of Lin Wuyou.
"What a cunning boy. It seems that he has been on guard against us for a long time and managed to escape using secret techniques."
"No wonder Lin Wuyou is known as the rising star of the Demonic Shadow Palace, joining the ranks of the old man withered glory and the fairy youruo."
"Let him leave today. If we want to take over the Shadow Palace in the future, I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort."
The vicissitudes of life old man stood beside Zhao Mingyuan with a solemn look on his face.
The smile on Zhao Mingyuan's lips did not diminish, and he waved his hands with a relaxed expression, "It doesn't matter, even if he escapes from his injuries, he will not be able to recover in a short time. With his current condition, he can't make any big waves. It's just a little more effort, no harm!"
"Now that the treasure on Su Twelve has been successfully obtained, the top priority is to return to the dynasty and find out the function of the treasure."
Thinking of the two storage bags in the bag, just by accidentally scanning them, the amount of resources inside was already comparable to that of the giants in the Nascent Soul stage.
This made him look forward to the treasure even more.
You know, Su Twelve is just a golden elixir stage monk. With such a net worth, even if you think about it, he will never
Simple.
After saying that, he couldn't wait to fly into the air and turned into a stream of light and flew towards the direction of the Zhao Dynasty.
Is the Demonic Shadow Palace really... so simple?
The vicissitudes of the old man pondered for a moment, but couldn't think of any clues for a while, so he hurriedly followed Zhao Mingyuan.
As everyone left, the once majestic and majestic Huanxing Sect Mountain Gate no longer had any human habitation, and became a devastated barren land.
Time passed, and days passed in a blink of an eye.
This day.
A loud sound of bells resounded throughout the Demon Shadow Palace.
After the bell rang, the square in front of the main hall was crowded with people, and soon tens of thousands of people gathered.
The cultivation level of the crowd is mainly Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment Stage monks, but there are also Golden Pill monks among them.
Regardless of their level of cultivation, almost everyone exudes evil aura, and their expressions are even more sinister.
Some are ruthless, some are arrogant, some are cunning and full of calculations...
"What's going on? Why did the Shadow Clock sound suddenly?"
"I don't know! But the Demonic Shadow Bell is a fourth-level magic weapon that warns the sect. Non-Nascent Soul monks cannot ring it. Now...the Demonic Shadow Bell is ringing. Could it be...that something big has happened to the sect?"
"Big event? What big event can there be? Now that the three sects of Huanxing Sect, Jinchan Temple, and Wuji Sect have declined, the vast land of Muyun Prefecture is divided into two parts by the Demon Shadow Palace and the Great Zhao Dynasty. It has become a certain fact."
"You can't say that. I heard that there are still three great Yuan Ying sects in the Huan Xing Sect. The seniors in the palace and the Yuan Ying monks of the Great Zhao Dynasty joined forces to destroy each other. Although our two sects have the upper hand, Yuan Ying can't.
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The outcome of this battle is still uncertain. It’s hard to say whether something went wrong in the battle between the giants in the Nascent Soul stage!”
"Huh? Someone is here, it's Senior Brother Lin!"
"Wait a minute, Senior Brother Lin's aura is wrong, it looks like he's seriously injured?!"
…
In the square, everyone looked at each other and talked among themselves.
Just as he was talking, in front of the leader, several Jindan monks felt an unusual aura and quickly turned their heads to look in the same direction.
Immediately afterwards, a figure with a face as pale as snow and a weak breath appeared.
The visitor wore a dark red Taoist robe with green bamboo patterns embroidered on it, and his head was tied into a Taoist bun.
Even though he was injured, Lin Wuyou still exuded an invisible aura of aloofness and pride.
"Senior Brother Lin, was it you who rang the Demon Shadow Bell? Could it be that... something happened during the battle of the Huanxing Sect?"
Headed by the square, a hunchbacked monk with an old face and a golden elixir stage Dzogchen cultivation stared closely at Lin Wuyou and asked quickly.
Lin Wuyou nodded, did not deny it, and said bluntly: "Yes, the Huanxing Sect was destroyed by luck in the battle. However, fellow Daoist Ning and fellow Daoist Feng left seriously injured, and Fairy Youruo and the Lord died. So
After a fierce battle, our Demonic Shadow Palace suffered heavy losses!"
At the end of the sentence, Lin Wuyou sighed helplessly, and his arrogant aura made his injury even more serious.
Lin Wuyou's voice was not loud, but it quickly spread throughout the audience.
For a moment, the venue fell into chaos.
The more than 20 Jindan stage monks in the lead performed well, but the foundation building and Qi refining monks behind them couldn't help but panic.
Giants who were as powerful as the Nascent Soul stage died one after another. Such a result was hard for everyone to accept.
"snort,
Why are you panicking! The human world is vague and the immortal road is vast. New people have always been replaced by old people. So what about the Yuanying monks? They are all cultivated bit by bit by my generation of monks."
The hunchbacked monk had a cold face and quickly turned his head to scold him. The aura of a golden elixir stage monk emitted, instantly calming the panicked crowd.
Then, he looked at Lin Wuyou again, "Senior Brother Lin, right now in the Demonic Shadow Palace, the sect master is still locked up in the barrier of life and death, and has not come out for more than a hundred years."
"Of course, a country cannot be without a king for a day, and a group of dragons cannot be without a leader for a day. Only senior brother can shoulder the important task of commanding the sect!"
"Thank you, senior brother, and you must never refuse!"
The hunchbacked monk spoke quickly. As he spoke, he quickly glanced at the several golden elixir-level monks beside him, and their eyes quickly moved.
With the hunchbacked monk as the center and a total of six golden elixir stage monks surrounding him, it was obvious that a small group of interests was formed.
Although the Lord Youruo Fairy is dead, the losses to the middle and lower-level forces in the Demonic Shadow Palace are not great, and the foundation is still there.
If Lin Wuyou ascends the throne, as the backbone of the Shadow Palace, they will naturally be able to make even greater progress.
The cultivation resources that will be available at that time will definitely be much more than what we have now.
The corners of Lin Wuyou's mouth twitched slightly, and he shook his head decisively: "Thank you all for your support, junior brothers, but...Lin thinks that his abilities are limited and he is not qualified to be the sect leader. This is not why we are called here today."
"The war with the Huanxing Sect had just ended, when the Zhao Dynasty turned against me on the spot and secretly attacked me and severely wounded me. The wolf's ambition is clear, and the next step will definitely be to further target the Demonic Shadow Palace."
"We are all in the same family, so there is no need for Lin to hide it. I am seriously injured now and it is difficult to protect myself. Therefore, I hope that you can leave the Shadow Palace and avoid the limelight."