The Palace Master of the Killing Palace stood on the edge of the cliff, with a graceful figure, long skirts fluttering, and silver threads swaying in the wind like a waterfall.
She lowered her head and looked down at the bottomless bloody abyss, her eyes as calm as water.
The billowing blood mist surged rhythmically, and in the shadow, it seemed like a giant beast was breathing.
It was silent for an unknown length of time.
The Palace Master of the Killing Palace finally spoke, his voice was ethereal and distant, and the tone of every word was full of mystery and ancient charm. It seemed that it was not the language of this era, but came from ancient times, "He has entered the Killing Palace. According to the agreement, I will serve for him."
Open Hongjun Tower."
Rumble——
The surging blood mist stopped for a moment.
Half a while passed.
The hoarse, old and confused voice echoed throughout the blood mist abyss.
: "Are you ready?"
An unspeakable smile appeared on the pale and bloodless cheeks of the Palace Master of the Killing Palace, as if he breathed a sigh of relief, "I have been prepared since the day I became the Palace Master of the Killing Palace."
"It's been too long, too many years have passed, and I've long been tired of living like this."
"That's good, I'm free too, right?"
Under the abyss, blood mist surges.
An old voice came, "You have worked hard these years."
The Palace Master of the Killing Palace nodded and turned to leave without saying anything else, his skirts fluttering and his silver hair flying.
After walking a hundred meters.
She stopped.
ahead.
A green willow tree sprouted from the ground.
Thousands of branches stretch out, glowing with green fairy light.
: "Master Qi Ling." The master of the Killing Palace gave a gentle blessing.
A willow branch drooped across her cheek, like a mother caressing her child and whispering something.
There was a wave of excitement in the originally calm eyes of the Palace Master of the Killing Palace.
finally.
She still didn't say anything and left quickly.
The willow tree droops its branches.
: "She has her mission, and we also have our mission."
An old and kind voice came faintly.
: "Everything is arranged, isn't it?"
The willow branches swayed in the calm wind. After saying a few words to the mysterious old voice, they disappeared into the soil.
In the abyss, the blood mist also stopped surging.
It was as if nothing had happened.
At the same time as this time.
Outside the Killing Palace.
Countless monks from all races are still climbing the mountain, trying to reach the top and enter the Slaughter Palace.
Due to their numerical advantage, they briefly suppressed the countless skeleton hands on the mountainside.
Therefore, their climbing speed was much faster.
: "Hurry, hurry, hurry up, we will reach the top of the mountain soon."
: "Hahaha, there are countless opportunities in the Killing Palace. If we pick up a treasure at random, we can dominate the area."
The enthusiasm of the monks from all races was unprecedentedly high. Thinking of the great improvement in strength after obtaining the treasure, all their eyes turned red, and they climbed faster and faster.
More peripheral.
Countless monks from all races are fighting with countless dead souls in the Killing Land, trying to break through their blockade and enter the alien space of the Killing Palace.
The cry of killing and the screams are endless.
Countless magic weapons and teachings are pouring down like raindrops.
The battle was extremely brutal and crazy, with monks dying every moment and countless undead souls turning into ashes.
The originally blood-red earth became more and more vivid and strange at this moment.
Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, the monks of all races kept pressing forward with red eyes, and collided crazily with the wave of undead.
When the general trend comes, if you don't fight, your body will be destroyed and your clan will be destroyed.
At this moment, no one took a step back, and no one dared to step back.
People keep dying, and people keep entering the killing field.
The Killing Field is like a huge millstone of flesh and blood, crazily strangling all living creatures that enter this place.
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The little world of the Killing Palace.
The sun is shining brightly, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, which is in extreme contrast with the bloody killings outside.
call out--
A beam of golden light streaked across the sky.
A large flock of birds flew away in fright.
Chu Xiu grabbed Zhu Biyue's bright wrist and walked in the void, wearing a black robe and long hair that was blown back by the wind.
The escaping light poured into the small world from all directions.
Zhu Biyue narrowed her eyes and said in a solemn tone, "They are all cultivators from all races, and their number is definitely not less than a thousand."
She looked at Chu Xiu worriedly, "Back then, I heard a senior sister say that the monks who can come here on their own are at least the super strong ones of the peak holy kings."
That is the pinnacle holy king.
Look at the entire Sky Continent.
Only Tai Suzi, the Holy Lord of Taisu Holy Land, and a great master of the Monster Clan have reached this level.
Zhu Biyue was worried.
now.
Chu Xiu is just one person, can he really compete with so many strong men?
: "The Peak Holy King?" Chu Xiu shook his head and chuckled, "The main force fighting for opportunities are all beings with quasi-emperor combat power."
In the following struggle, the Peak Saint King can only be regarded as cannon fodder.
: "Then you can still laugh!" Zhu Biyue was furious.
Chu Xiu was silent for a long time, then took a step forward and disappeared with Zhu Biyue.
Only then did the clear voice echo in Zhu Biyue's ears.
: "Don't worry, there is no one in this era who can threaten my existence."
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In the center of the small world, on the huge square.
At this time, more than a thousand strong men gathered.
The weakest among them are the peak holy kings.
The dozens of strong men standing at the front are all super strong men with quasi-emperor combat power.
The strong men of all races looked at each other with alert eyes.
The atmosphere was tense.
Everyone present is a competitor.,
Faced with the temptation of the treasure, even members of the same race would probably kill each other.
: “I didn’t expect so many people to come.”
King Kun and Centipede smiled sinisterly, his scarlet eyes scanning the surroundings.
The powerful Saint King who caught his gaze felt his scalp numb and instinctively retreated away from him.
: "Jie Jie Jie..." Xiaoyue Wolf King licked his tongue and laughed strangely, "There are indeed a lot of people. After entering, just clear out some people. As the saying goes, those with good luck will live here."
: "That's what I meant!" King Kun and Centipede and King Xiaoyue Wolf looked at each other and smiled, reaching a certain consensus in a tacit understanding.
A golden stream of light fell from the sky, immediately attracting countless eyes.
After seeing the person clearly.
The strong men of all races have different expressions.
Apathy, excitement, curiosity, eager to try.
"Do you, a strong human being, want to enter the Hongjun Tower?" Xiaoyue Wolf King asked with a slightly solemn look, puzzled.
How dare this human race do it?
Is he really not afraid of us attacking him in groups?
Chu Xiu took Zhu Biyue's hand and came to a corner of the square. He ignored the stares from around him and did not answer the Wolf King's nonsense at all.
Being ignored.
The Howling Moon Wolf King bared his teeth, ready to roar and speak harsh words.
Over the square, a graceful white figure emerged out of thin air.
The Palace Master of the Killing Palace looked down at the monks below, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and murmured to himself, "There is a price clearly marked on the gift of fate. How many people understand this?"