Legend of Swordsman Chapter 5344: 5339

The Vermillion Bird Palace revolved, and these inheritors soon went to another palace.

Their journey has just begun.

The Primordial Star is just the starting point. Their path is still long, but they are close to the place where the dream started.

Thousands of years passed in a blink of an eye.

Four Secret Realms.

The land boundary.

Wild place.

Daxia Ancient Country!

A **** sacrifice is being held in a wild mountain range.

The scarlet arrogance rose, making everything in the valley very strange.

On the altar, several masked monks in red are maintaining order.

Because besides them, there are tens of thousands of Daojun and countless mundane practitioners also gathered here.

And they are the objects of blood sacrifice.

"Young Sect Master, everything is ready!" The red robe envoy said respectfully.

Hidden in the mountain, a masked man in black armor with no breath at all, slowly walked out of the void, just a look in his eyes made these red-robed deacons tremble.

Although these people have only started to follow the Young Sect Master in the last thousand years, they are extremely afraid of this Young Sovereign.

Because this Young Sect Master has already sacrificed countless Dao Monarchs in blood within a thousand years, and has never let go of even the common customs, and his combat power is unfathomable.

I once killed a second-tier emperor instantly, so that the opponent had no chance to fight back.

"Let's start!" The black armor masked young master's voice is low and cold.

The imprisoned monk below, staring at the red-robed deacon above with anger, especially when he saw the black armored young master, he hated his bones.

"You are imprisoning this seat, I am Daxia's Ninth Prince, you are looking for death!"

A burly, resolute young man roared, his strength is also the strongest among these people, and he has reached the level of a half-step emperor.

But here, any red-robed deacon is an existence comparable to the emperor, and they can't resist at all.

The Young Sect Master standing at the top heard these words, his eyes moved, and he seemed to think of something funny again, his arm slightly lifted, and his finger moved.

The red-robed deacon behind him instantly understood, and he took a palm shot, turning into a black mist and instantly enveloping the young man who claimed to be the Ninth Prince of Great Xia.

The black mist envelops the Ninth Prince, but in an instant, he arrived in front of the Young Sect Master.

"Daxia’s Nine Princes, it’s a bit interesting. I heard that Daxia is planning to aggressively attack the Moluo Kingdom, but this is the case!" The voice of the Young Black Jiao Sect Master was very playful, and he did not take the person in front of him seriously. , It's like looking at a prey.

In the beginning, the Ninth Prince was still very tough. After all, he was Daxia's Ninth Prince. Since he was a child, he was in a high position and was used to overpowering others.

But when he arrived in front of Young Master Black Armor, he didn't know what happened, he couldn't get up anymore, his eyes still leaked fear, and his heart shrank into a ball.

I didn't want to answer at first, but when I saw those cold eyes, I hesitated and said, "Yes, there is such a thing!"

"Exterminate the Demon Cult? The title of this battle is very in line with God's will!" The young master of the black armor stretched out his claws and directly pinched the head of the nine princes of Da Xia, and in an instant countless pictures entered his mind.

After almost three breaths, the Young Black Armored Sect Master slowly let go.

It's just that the one in his hand has turned into a corpse.

The origin, divine body, memory, and his cultivation skills were all wiped out, leaving a withered body.

"From now on, I will be him, the nine princes of the ancient kingdom of Daxia: Xia Mang Guanyu!"

As soon as the voice fell, the Hongpao Deacon officially opened the blood sacrifice array.

Countless people were teleported to the altar.

Everyone's faces are full of death.

The land boundary is too chaotic. There are demon heads performing blood sacrifices every day, and there are constant battles between the ancient countries. The environment of the monks is very bad. Even some sects that have been passed down for hundreds of millions of years are there overnight. May die.

Even the temple where the gods are stationed will be attacked.

What's more, they are all beings.

"Am I going to die?" a teenager muttered to himself.

His face is not dead, but some are worried.

The deacon in the red robe, shouted loudly: "Quickly, pour in the blood of the gods, and the crystals, don't stop for a moment!"

When these people are busy, the Young Sovereign embraces them with his hands, hovering in the air a battle high above the ground, watching all this quietly.

God's blood poured in, the heaven and the earth turned pale.

Countless people were surging in it. The young man wiped the blood from his face. He tried his best to endure the weakness of his body. He clung to a puppet with a name engraved on it.

The name should be a girl.

That is his sister.

The two depend on each other for fate. He is just a mundane during the refining period. If you want to survive in the realm, you must have a backing.

In order to support his sister, he worked as a coolie in a mundane sect. He originally thought of being a backer, but in the end the sect was involved. Everyone went up to the suzerain and down to the disciple coolies and was plundered here.

"I'm fine when I die, but my sister is still young!" The boy's eyes were red, and tears flowed out in the next moment.

He is not afraid of death, he is afraid that he is dead, no one will protect his sister.

The sect was destroyed, and his sister was still waiting for him to go home in Houshan, but he can't go back now, and can't go back again.

As the blood boiled, the boy gradually softened to the altar.

Although his strength is weak, his willpower is terribly strong, and he can actually fall with those Mahayana monks.

Puff!

When I fell down, in the blood and tears, I thought of scenes from my childhood.

In a small courtyard, his father was a hunter, and he went up the mountain to hunt and feed his family, and he was nourished, and he was still an only child.

When I was a child, my father brought my sister back on the mountain.

"Xiao Fan, you have a sister!"

"Xiao Fan, you have to remember that you are a man, you have to protect your sister and mother, come, pick up the knife, and continue practicing!"

Later, beasts attacked the village, and his parents rushed into the tide of beasts to protect him and his sister.

"Xiao Fan......."

The two brothers and sisters left their homes, begging all the way for a living.

Fortunately, he has practiced martial arts since he was a child. Whether he is a coolie or a domestic slave, he has a bite to eat.

But now without him, what should the little girl do!

"Brother, go home!"

When the boy closed his eyes, the last scene shows his sister standing at the gate of the fenced courtyard, holding a bowl of clear water, waiting for him to return home.

People keep falling down in the altar.

Now even the earth celestial beings have fallen, and then the heavenly celestial beings, and the powerful Daoist among the celestial beings.

The strength of the land boundary is still divided according to the name of the most ancient era.

Dayan Immortal is a heavenly immortal in the earth boundary, Yanxian is an earth immortal, and Mahayana is an ancestral realm.

The lord of mortals is also the Mahayana of mortals.

Young Master Black Armor, his eyes changed, revealing a touch of surprise, and turned his head to look north.

This scene shocked Deacon Hongpao.

This Young Sect Master is a fearless lord, even he was taken aback. Could it be that a powerful emperor is here?