At this time, in a tavern in a city in the Tyrant Empire, several people were sitting around a young man wearing a mask.
One of them reported to the masked youth: "Master, that Ling Xiao has left! It's time for us to take action, right?"
The masked young man sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "I didn't expect that the Northern Xinjiang Temple was so useless. We prepared for so long, but they were actually destroyed by a mere Tyrant Empire. But it's okay,
This saves us a lot of trouble."
"Is the leader planning to take action against the Tyrant Empire?" Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes flashed with excitement.
The face of the masked young man was hidden under a dark iron mask, only a pair of eyes shining with fierce light were exposed.
He was tall and muscular, like a wild beast about to become angry. He wore a black robe with strange totems embroidered on the hem, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura.
He sneered, his voice full of disdain and arrogance: "Let's do it. Now that Ling Xiao has left and the Tyrant Empire is leaderless, this is our opportunity." His voice echoed in the tavern, as if to fill the entire space.
Full.
However, just before he finished speaking, a warrior covered in blood suddenly stumbled in and shouted in panic: "Oh no, leader, we are surrounded!"
The face of the masked young man changed, and he hurriedly released his spiritual consciousness to explore the surrounding situation. As a result, he found that the area around the originally empty tavern was now densely packed with people. These people were wearing uniform armor and holding sharp weapons.
Clearly a well-trained army.
"Everyone, please stop resisting. Before you do anything stupid, surrender all of your weapons. Otherwise, once you take action, you may not even be able to save your life."
A cold and majestic voice sounded in the ears of the masked young man. The masked young man's consciousness swept away and saw a beautiful woman standing on a huge puppet, looking down at them indifferently.
The puppet was several feet tall and exuded a strong pressure that made people shudder.
boom!
Suddenly there was a loud noise, and the masked young man rose up from the air and killed Ji Mingkong directly. He was a strong man at the peak of the Wuhun realm, so how could he be afraid of Ji Mingkong?
"Hmph, without Ling Xiao, your Tyrant Empire still wants to compete with our divine sect? I was originally thinking about how to find you, the empress, but I didn't expect you to show up." He showed a sinister smile, and there was a lot of anger in his eyes.
disdain.
However, Ji Mingkong ignored his verbal provocation and just shook his head indifferently: "I don't know whether to live or die!"
Suddenly, the Red Water Dragon King spit out a ball of red mist, which instantly enveloped the masked young man. The mist contained strong poison, and the masked young man suddenly felt breathless and exhausted.
He tried his best to break free from the shackles of the red mist, but found that his strength was so insignificant in the face of this poison. His eyes widened in horror, watching his body gradually being eroded by the red mist.
At this moment, another black figure came. It was the Black Water Dragon King! It struck suddenly and slammed the masked young man to the ground.
The masked young man lay on the ground with a look of extreme horror. He had completely lost the power to resist at this moment and could only watch helplessly as Ji Mingkong and her army subdued them one by one.
"How could you have such a powerful puppet? How could it be possible!" He murmured to himself, his eyes filled with unwillingness and despair.
However, Ji Mingkong did not answer his question, but gave an order coldly: "Let's do it. If they want to resist, then we will kill them without mercy."
As her cold voice sounded, the armies of the Tyrant Empire began to take action. They mercilessly killed the members of the cult one by one, and the scene instantly became bloody and cruel.
The Tyrant Empire has just unified northern Xinjiang, so naturally there will be many people who want to cause trouble. Ji Mingkong knows that he must be ruthless at this time. Only by killing chickens to scare monkeys can the Tyrant Empire be more stable.
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At this time, Ling Xiao was outside the Northern Territory, at the border of the Southern Territory. He was dusty, but his eyes shone with determination and expectation. He left the chaos of the Northern Territory and stepped into this strange land.
, Southern Region.
As soon as he stepped into the border of the Southern Territory, he immediately felt the difference here. The aura permeating the air was far richer than that of the Northern Territory, almost ten times richer.
These auras flow like liquid, surrounding the surroundings, as if every inch of land contains endless vitality and vitality.
Not only that, the martial arts laws in the Southern Territory also seemed to be more complete and advanced. He could clearly feel those laws flowing in the air, like invisible threads, intertwined into a huge martial arts network.
Ling Xiao's heart moved. He knew that the martial arts cultivation of the warriors here must be extraordinary. The Southern Territory, a land known as the Holy Land of Martial Arts by the outside world, is indeed well-deserved.
However, just as he was secretly admiring in his heart, a burst of rough laughter suddenly came from in front of him. He looked up and saw a group of people sitting around the campfire, feasting on barbecued meats, with satisfied smiles on their faces.
These people did not look like ordinary people, and they exuded a faint aura of warriors. When they saw Ling Xiao approaching, several of them stood up and walked towards him.
"Is something wrong?" Ling Xiao asked calmly, with an unquestionable dignity in his voice.
"Are you from Northern Xinjiang?" The scarred man opposite sneered, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.
"Yes!" Ling Xiao nodded without explaining too much.
"That's right. Anyone coming from Northern Xinjiang must hand over their storage ring to us." A cruel smile appeared on the corner of the scar-faced man's mouth, as if he was saying something that was natural.
"Jie Dao?" Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows, already understanding the intentions of these people.
"That's right. What are you going to do?" the scar-faced man said with a smile, as if he didn't care about Ling Xiao's reaction.
"I'm going to kindly suggest that you get out of the way, otherwise, I'm afraid I'll hurt you." Ling Xiao shook his head, with an unquestionable dignity in his tone.
"Hahahaha!" When everyone heard this, they laughed wildly, as if they had heard something very funny.
"Sure enough, the trash from Northern Xinjiang all have the same tone. They really think that the Southern Region is as weak as their Northern Xinjiang." One of them mocked.
Ling Xiao sighed and shook his head. His figure suddenly disappeared from the place, as fast as a bolt of lightning streaking across the night sky.
He was not seen drawing his sword. The next moment, he had passed through the obstacles of the warriors blocking the way. His figure shuttled through the crowd like a ghost, and every time he appeared, it was accompanied by a streak of blood.
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