Chaotic Sword God Chapter 3287: Bai Dicheng Chaos

"Yes, Master!" Xia Jianming respectful voice responded. Through the power of the Xia Clan's Business Alliance, he recorded all the heavenly material treasure in the wooden Spirit World in the shortest time, and then drew it into a book and submitted it to Jian Chen.

Jian Chen accepted the roster, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "I need to practice for a while. If there is nothing important, don't disturb me. If there is something useful to you, I will inform you."

"Yes, Master!" Xia Jianming replied, respectful voice, since seeing the strength of Jian Chen, he has completely accepted the fact that own has become his subordinate.

"Also, I like cleanliness. Get all the servants out of here." Jian Chen chimed again.

Xia Jianming respectful voice took the command, then hesitated a little, then clasped his fists and said: "Master, this old slave has something to ask for, I hope the master can allow the old slave to leave for a while, because some things in the Xia clan business alliance must be The old slave will go back and deal with it personally."

"Go." Jian Chen waved his hand and said: "But you are injured now, so you shouldn't make a full shot. But it's okay, I left a mark on you, once Beginning Realm shoots you, I will will help you in secret."

"As for Beginning Realm, you own to deal with it..." Jian Chen flicked a finger, and immediately a Primordial Spirit mark appeared on Xia Jianming.

This Primordial Spirit mark is not offensive, but once Xia Jianming is in danger, he can instantly sense it through the Primordial Spirit mark.

With his Great Primal Realm level of Space Principle and Primordial Spirit strength, as long as Xia Jianming doesn't get too far away, he can shoot from the air, and even come instantly.

"Thank you, Master!" Xia Jianming clasped his fists, instantly gaining confidence in his heart.

Xia Jianming left the manor, and there was only Jian Chen left in the huge manor, which seemed unusually cold.

At this moment, in an extremely luxuriously decorated room, Jian Chen is sitting cross-legged on the soft bed, holding the books that Xia Jianming collected for him and watching carefully.

It records many heavenly material treasures in wooden Spirit World, all kinds of Rank, and each heavenly material treasure effect has a detailed description.

"The Principle mark left on my wound cannot be completely removed with my own strength. After all, with my personal strength, I cannot compete with the strength of the entire wooden Spirit World. Therefore, if you want me on flesh body The only way to recover from the injury is to start with some heavenly material treasure in the wood Spirit World." Jian Chen carefully researched this World's heavenly material treasure, while secretly planning in his heart.

There are three parts to his injuries, Primordial Spirit injury, flesh body injury and curse strength of Dao Yi Sage.

There is nothing he can do about the power of curse. After all, it is the power of Supreme, and the level involved is too high. I am afraid that only the Supreme Divine Item of the Wood Spirit Clan can wipe it out.

As for the cracks on Primordial Spirit, it requires huge quantity to heal Primordial Spirit's heavenly material treasure, although he still has some in Primordial Spirit space, but it is not enough.

Therefore, to heal Primordial Spirit's heavenly material treasure, he also needs to collect in the wood Spirit World.

The last is the injury on flesh body. The wound on his flesh body has Principle fragments of wood Spirit World remaining, and it is impossible to automatically to heal.

In order to heal the injury on flesh body, he still has to use heavenly material treasure of Spirit World to complete it.

At this moment, in the most central position of Sword Emperor City, there is a huge manor with an extremely wide area, and with this manor as the center, there is a restricted area within a radius of three kilometers that no one has set foot in.

This manor is the base camp of the Sword Emperor family that dominates Sword Emperor City.

In the Sword Emperor's family, in an antique study room, there is a (Bai Yi) white clothes man sitting in front of a desk made of strange wood, reading books with relish.

He looks forty years old, gentle and refined, just like a scholar.

This person is the ruler of Sword Emperor City and the spiritual pillar of the Sword Emperor family. —— Sword Emperor!

At this time, a man dressed as an old servant walked in from the outside and saluted respectfully: "Qi Jiandi, I just got the news that Xia Jianming from the Xia Clan Business Alliance has returned alive. He does not have falls/dies."

"Huh! He's not dead?" The Sword Emperor looked away from the book, revealing a touch of accidental look, and pondered: "Under the pursuit of Xiong Family and Zhanjia, it stands to reason that Xia Jianming has absolutely no chance of escape. , he can live to this day, and he still dares to show his face, it seems that he has also made some kind of compromise."

"Or, he took refuge with a certain Heavenly King?"

Sword Emperor obviously didn't care about this issue very much, he shook his head gently, and said with a look of regret: "Xia's business alliance is one of the three major business associations in the Peace Region, with strong financial resources, it is located in Sword Emperor City. There are also many industries, and we originally wanted to wait for Xia Jianming falls/dies, and then we can take over these industries. But now, this Emperor thinks things too simply."

"But it doesn't matter, Hepingyu is about to usher in an unprecedented big change, and Era, which is controlled by the Nine Great Emperor City, is about to become a thing of the past. It is the most important to be able to survive this big storm." /

The sword emperor looked at the old slave in front of him, expression serious: "You pay more attention to the situation over the White Emperor City, because the end of the White Emperor is coming soon, and the White Emperor City is about to change."

The old slave's complexion changed at once, and said with sincerity and fear: "It is rumored that behind the White Emperor, but there is one of the nine Heavenly King Wuchaan Heavenly King supporting it. With such a backstage, who would dare to move the White Emperor?"

"Is there no chaos Heavenly King?" Sword Emperor sighed, with a look of taboo, and said: "In this big storm, even with the power of Heavenly King, nothing can be changed."

The old slave looked horrified: "I can't change it with the power of Heavenly King? Could it be... could it be... could it be the three masters..."

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White Emperor City, White Emperor Family, in an underground secret room, an old man wearing a white robe and looking like a fairy is sitting here with his eyes closed and cross-legged, his body is like a stone sculpture, motionless .

At this moment, the figures in the secret room flickered, and I saw Bai Yurou quietly appear in the secret room. She restrained all the auras, and the expression was full of vigilance and vigilance, obviously through a special method Avoiding everyone's eyes and ears, he sneaked in unknowingly.

“Ancestral Grandfather!”

When she saw the white-haired old man sitting cross-legged in the center of the secret room, Bai Yurou instantly showed concern, she strode up in front of the white-haired old man, knelt on the ground, expression sadly said in a sobbing tone: " Ancestral Grandfather, Yanzu and Patriarch have betrayed the family..."

As soon as she said this, Bai Yurou's words stopped abruptly, she seemed to sense something was wrong, her eyes were the size of copper bells, revealing thick horror and unbelievable rays of light staring at the white-haired old man in front of her, and then Trembling, he reached out his hand to touch it gently.

With this touch, Bai Yurou's complexion instantly turned pale as paper, without a trace of blood, and tears flowed out of her eyes uncontrollably.

The old man in front of him has no signs of life and has become a cold corpse.

"Ancestral Grandfather!" Bai Yurou let out a cry of sad cry, then jumped on the old man and cried loudly, with extreme grief.

This old man is the spiritual pillar of White Emperor City —— White Emperor!

“Bang!”

At this moment, a loud noise came, and the door of the secret room burst open, and a black clothed old man with a few God King appeared indifferently at the door of the secret room.

The black clothed old man exudes aura of Beginning Realm powerhouse, which is the third Beginning Realm —— ancestor of the Baidi family besides Baidi and Yanzu!

Several God Kings standing in the ancestral behind are the core executives of the White Emperor family!

"Ancestor, it's you!" Bai Yurou turned to her ancestor with tears streaming down her face. Although Emperor Bai's injuries were serious, he did not die. However, at the moment, Bai Di is falls/dies in the closed room of own, which reminds her of her ancestors.

"Bai Yurou, you are so brave, you actually killed Emperor Bai!" The patriarch stared at Bai Yurou with a cold expression, and exclaimed loudly shout.

Bai Yurou stared at her ancestor with monstrous hatred in her eyes. This elder, who had always been a highly respected elder in her eyes, has now become a life-and-death enemy with a dreadful face.

Those God Kings are all from the ancestor's lineage. Under such circumstances, she knew that what own said was superfluous, she immediately put away Baidi's flesh body with the fastest speed and brought it with her. Filled with grief, anger and pain, the figure disappeared in the secret room in an instant.

The ancestor looked indifferent, and said lightly: "This secret room was set up by Emperor Bai himself. Bai Yurou received the secret skill taught by Emperor Bai, and he could move freely in it. After the order went on, Bai Yurou killed Emperor Bai and immediately launched Bai Yurou. The power of the imperial family will fully capture Bai Yurou."

"Bai Yurou killed Emperor Bai? Ancestor, if you say this, I'm afraid... I'm afraid no one will believe it." A senior member of the White Emperor family hesitated.

"No need for others to believe, as long as there is a reason for a teacher to be famous." said the ancestor coldly