Chapter 248 Unrivaly Lord

The Fourth Volume of Seven Star Xuanmo

Chapter 248 The Unrivaly Lord

His eyes were full of incredible color. Jiyang quickly stood up and walked out of the house, waved his hand to remove the array prohibition outside the house. Suddenly, the small token burning with fire fell into Jiyang's hands.

"Seeing the order is like seeing people, come to the Zhanxiong Hall as soon as possible to report! There is no delay!" As soon as Xiaoling fell into Jiyang's hands, the burning flame on Xiaoling suddenly drifted out and turned into a very majestic old man's appearance. At the same time, an equally solemn word came from the flame.

"Lord's Order!" Jiyang bowed quickly.

"Hmm." Hearing this, the flame-enshaded face nodded its head and disappeared in an instant.

"The edict issued by the Lord himself! Could it be that something happened?" Jiyang looked at the place where the flames collapsed and frowned inadvertently, and his heart was greatly puzzled. However, although he was puzzled, he immediately strode to the Zhanxiong Hall in the center of the city after relegated the prohibition in front of the hut.

The monk who just looked like the majestic old man is the lord of this warlord. As a super master of the realm of Huadan, he is also the highest commander of the whole coalition garrison. Jiyang only saw this person when he first came to the camp. At that time, this person's thick and suffocating breath was under pressure. Jiyang was very impressed.

Although he guessed a lot of situations and possibilities on the road, Jiyang really didn't guess why the Lord suddenly summoned him at this time, which really made him very difficult.

Zhanxiong Hall is still as gloomy and majestic as usual, and the magnificent momentum makes Jiyang, who has just arrived here, have a deep palpitations. Although he has been here many times, this kind of palpitations from the inside out still has not been reduced at all.

Shrinking and tightening his tight clothes, Jiyang quickly walked to the door of the hall and handed the black order in his hand to a blue guard in front of the door.

"Come with the will of the Lord of the palace and ask your Taoist friends to inform you."

The guard in blue took the token and checked it carefully. He immediately bowed respectfully, said "Wait a minute" and then quickly went to the hall.

Jiyang squeezed his lips and stood in front of the gate of the hall with his hands on his chest indifferently. He looked at the seven or eight guards on both sides of the gate and looked calm and didn't know what he was thinking.

It didn't take long, but after dozens of breaths, the guard who went to inform came out of the hall again: "The Lord has an order, Taoist friends, come with me quickly."

Jiyang didn't talk nonsense. After nodding his head a little, he followed the guard straight into the hall. The hall was still as gloomy and depressed as usual. Jiyang quickly walked to the depths of the hall with the guards, not paying attention to the surprised eyes of other monks walking back and forth in the hall.

After a while, Jiyang stopped in front of a huge stone gate deep in the hall under the leadership of the guards.

The guard in blue turned around and looked at Jiyang: "I don't have the right to enter the hall, so I can only bring it here."

"It's hard work." Jiyang returned the gift.

"Hmm." The guard in Qingyi nodded and looked at Jiyang's eyes. After holding his fist, he strode directly.

Looking at the back of the guard leaving, Jiyang took a deep breath and said loudly with his fist, "Under the captain of Zhangqiu Company, Jiyang, a member of the 72nd team, was guided by an edict to report!"

"Come in now." Before Jiyang's voice fell, a majestic voice behind the stone gate came from afar, as if the arrival of Jiyang had been known for a long time.

Hearing this, Jiyang's face remained unchanged. He reached out and pushed open the stone door in front of him and strode into it.

This is a small hall. As soon as I entered the hall, I first saw four thick gray-white pillars standing around the hall. Then in a conspicuous position in the hall, a black-faced old man in a soap robe sat on a dark throne, with a pair of eyes without any feelings. Bingbing looked at Jiyang.

The eyes were cold and fierce, but at a glance, Jiyang felt that he seemed to be stared at the rotten body targeted by the vulture. He seemed to be looked through by this person in an instant. He couldn't help shivering, and then bowed respectfully to the old man: "Jiyang, the younger generation, I have seen the Lord."

"Hmm. Now that you're here, sit down." Staring at Jiyang coldly for a long time, the old man in soap robe waved his hand and said faintly. Jiyang was not surprised by the indifference of the old man in soap robes. He knew that the ancestor of the Huadan period had cultivated a ruthless magic skill to a very deep level, and there was a reputation of a ruthless old demon in the outside world, which showed that his magical power was vast.

Hearing this, Jiyang walked silently to the ten futons on the left side of the hall. The futon was not far from the old man's throne, but only took a few steps. At this time, three of the five futons have been occupied. Jiyang walked blankly to the two empty futons and sat down silently cross-legged. At the same time, he lowered his head and looked very respectful.

At this time, Jiyang sat on the futon and looked harmless, but he roughly looked at the three people who had arrived first one or two at the previous moment.

One of these three looks beautiful, wearing a high crown, as if they are the children of senior officials from the secular world, while the other two are a pair of big men with thick eyebrows and tiger-backed bear waist. The two have sword eyebrows and tiger eyes, and their vicissitudes of their cheeks are angular. At a glance, they can be seen that they are people who have experienced the grinding of the battlefield, the kind of blood brought down from the battlefield. Even if you sit here, it still emanates as if it were nothing. And what surprised Jiyang more was that the two people looked very similar, almost carved in the same mold, and the two were still rare twins.

However, under the pressure of the ancestor of the Huadan period, he did not dare to do more respectfully explore and close his eyes on the futon. Since the existence of the ancestor above did not speak, he naturally could not do anything outside his job.

After waiting so quietly for about half an hour, six different monks came to the temple one after another to see their extremely respectful appearance. Obviously, they were also summoned by this mysterious lord.

Although Jiyang and other people have unknown doubts in their hearts, they dare not reveal anything in front of this famous ruthless lord.

After the same visit to the lord, the monks who arrived later sat down cross-legged on the futon, waiting for the instructions of the powerful ruthless lord.

At this time, Jiyang had opened his eyes and opened his eyes inadvertently. His faint eyes swept over the other nine monks, and his face suddenly became very solemn. These nine people were actually introverted and their spiritual power fluctuated violently, except for another monk in the early stage as Jiyang. The other eight people are actually in the middle and late stages of Qi, and these people have more or less faint evil spirits. Obviously, they are not easy people. Even the monk, who seemed to be inferior to Jiyang, had an extremely sharp breath from time to time, which made people wary at first sight.

After the arrival of the tenth monk, the old man in soap robe, who had been silent, suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed, making people dare not look directly. Jiyang and other nine other monks suddenly lowered their heads, and their hearts were a little worried. They all knew that at this time, the powerful temple master was afraid that Explain to them the intention of summoning them.

"Maybe you are all guessing what this seat summons you to do?" Looking coldly at the ten monks below, the old man in soap robe finally said slowly: "This work can tell you frankly that I have a great creation for you!"

Hearing the words, the bodies of the ten monks below moved automatically, but they were abnormally quiet. No one opened their mouths and waited for the soap-robed old man to continue talking, but several of these ten people secretly looked at each other and didn't know what it meant.

Although Jiyang was also greatly puzzled, he would not be moved by the master's creation, but at this time, he just listened quietly and did not want to speak at all.

The expressions of the following ten people were in the eyes of the old man in soap robes. They sneered and stood up from the black throne: "You are all outstanding people here in the past few months. No matter who has the combat power beyond the monks of the same level. I'm not afraid to tell you that summoning you this time is not a matter of the army, but as long as you can meet the requirements and are selected, your service will be over. That is to say, no matter how we fight with the two demons in the future, even if the two demons are completely destroyed, you don't have to do it again. He was forcibly recruited to join the army. And all of you selected can get unimaginable benefits. So you can understand it later?"

As soon as the words of the old man in the soap robe fell, the ten monks below couldn't help whispering one by one.

What a heartwarming condition it is to break away from the demon coalition. Almost all of these monks, except for the original monks of various sects, were forcibly recruited. For this fateful war, they are naturally more eager to get out of it, so they suddenly lost their composure. Come on.

Hearing what the ruthless temple owner said, Jiyang's mind suddenly fluctuated beyond words.