Martial God Sovereign Chapter 2102: Transactions

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Chapter 2102 Transactions

In the dark hall, it was extremely depressed. The walls are carved with terrible scenes of evil spirits sucking blood, and the surrounding pillars are entirely carved from human bones. In the center of the palace, there is a huge blood pool, and the blood plops in it like spring water. On the bank of the blood pool, there was a futon, and on the futon, sat cross-legged an old man in a black robe, skinny and skinny.

The old man's skin was a little pale, and it contrasted sharply with the blood red in the blood pool.

Across from the old man, there was a man with a bearded waist, with blood rolling in his body, giving people a feeling of roaring rivers.

When most people came here, they were so depressed that they couldn't lift their heads, especially in front of this thin old man who was like a dead man, it was even more frightened and chilling. But this man, holding his hands, quietly looked at the old man. There was a hint of contempt in his eyes.

People who dare to be so disrespectful to the ancestors of the demon sect are all unscrewed by him, and put all the blood in the body in this blood pool. At this moment, the skinny old man is disrespectful to the other party, as if he didn't look at it. To average.

"What is it, do you need a fellow Daoist to visit in person?"

The demon ancestor spoke, revealing a few teeth that were almost lost. It seemed that the words were leaking, so that the words were not so clear.

This is a person close to the Tao, but the gloomy feeling when speaking makes it impossible to underestimate his energy.

Only a master of the quasi-emperor level like Yuan Kui can stay here. Anyone who changes to the demon sect here, even the leader of the demon sect, has to crawl on the ground and dare not look directly.

Yuan Kui didn't answer, but asked: "Father of Daoist hasn't walked around in the world for 800 years, right?"

The demon ancestor was silent for a while, and said with some emotion: "To be precise, it is 837 years. I am afraid that the outside world has forgotten me a long time ago?"

The ancestor of the Demon Cult looked at Yuan Kui straightforwardly, as if he was very fancy about the outsiders if he had forgotten him.

Yuan Kui said: "The young people naturally don't know, but your old opponents shouldn't forget them."

"Haha..." The Demon Cult ancestor suddenly laughed, giving people the feeling that he would belch while smiling. In the end, he finished laughing. Instead of belching, he had a pale face. , There was a blush, and said, "As long as they remember, it's enough."

Yuan Kui disapproved and said: "If Daoists don't go out for a walk, they will probably forget too."

The demon ancestor retracted his gaze, looked at his hands, and laughed at himself: "My old bone, if I go out and walk again, what can I do if I can't come back?"

The words of the ancestor of the demon sect were not joking, but rather bleak. Even Yuankui was somewhat affected.

Isn’t the ancestor of the Demon Cult at this time a portrayal of the hero’s twilight?

Yuan Kui sighed secretly, put away his contempt, and said: "If Daoists are willing to go out and go for a while, I promise Daoists will not only come back safely and safely, but also be alive and kicking."

The ancestor of the Demon Cult smiled bitterly: "It's great to be able to come back safely, how can you expect to be alive and kicking?"

Yuan Kui said: "What if I promise that fellow Daoists will receive another 30 years of life?"

"Oh?" In the eyes of the demon ancestor, two bright lights shot out, but they soon dimmed again, saying: "It's not easy!"

The powerhouse in the early days of the Emperor Zhun had thousands of years of life. Thirty years is really not worth mentioning. But reaching the age that the ancestor of the demon sect is approaching, let alone a hundred years, even ten years is an extravagant hope.

If it were not for these eight hundred years, he would no longer care about the cumbersome things in the world, and devote himself to practicing enlightenment, understanding the destiny, and having endless spiritual blood warmth, I am afraid that he would have died long ago and turned into a dead bone.

Now, the ancestor of the Demon Cult has already sensed that the limit is rapidly approaching. I am afraid that he will not survive at most three years. His living legend will soon become a legend.

So much so that Shen Ting had promised a lot of benefits before, and he didn't agree to let him go out. He didn't expect Yuan Kui, a heavyweight figure, to go out in person.

The more the Shenting attaches so much importance to it, the more the Demon Cult ancestors naturally dare not agree easily.

Even if the other party promised 30 years of life as a reward, it just didn't make much waves.

Although the 30-year life is attractive, if the next thing to do may threaten life, he still feels that it is more appropriate to guard his three years.

The more you reach his level, the more you are afraid of death.

Yuan Kui could see through the thoughts of the ancestors of the Demon Cult at a glance, and when he flipped his palm, a jade bottle appeared in the palm of his hand. It was vaguely visible that there was a cat's eye-sized pill inside the jade bottle.

Yuan Kui said: "This pill, named Jiuyang Huidan, contains the power of Nine Suns, and it is the supreme treasure pill that enhances longevity. It is our Shenting, and there are only three left at this time. The pill is handed down from the ancient times. I think the Taoist friends should have heard of this pill. If the Taoists refine this pill, let alone a lot of them, they can definitely win their 30-year life."

The dim gaze of the ancestor of the demon cult brightened instantly, staring at the pill in Yuankui's hand, and said: "The old man has naturally heard of this pill, but I didn't expect it to be in the gods."

The tone of the ancestor of the demon cult has become a bit high-pitched, and the pool of stagnant water in his heart has stirred up thousands of waves.

In the past few hundred years, he has read countless ancient books, and he has naturally heard of Jiuyang Huidan, which can improve longevity, help others and kill the destiny. I once sent someone to the God's Court to find out, but I didn't get any news.

If the pill in front of him is really Jiuyang Huidan, then he can definitely compete with the sky for another 30 years of life, even if it is worth fighting for his life.

The ancestor of the Demon Cult is worthy of a generation of heroes, and soon suppressed the excitement in his heart, and asked: "What do you want the old man to do?"

Yuan Kui smiled and said: "It's refreshing, I need fellow daoists and me to kill someone."

The demon ancestor frowned and asked: "Who?"

There are only a handful of people who can make Shen Ting not hesitate to spend a Nine Sun Recovery Pill, and Yuan Kui to kill together with Yuan Kui. Those few characters, but the ancestors of the demon sect have always been more jealous of existence.

Yuan Kui said: "Han Yu. I'm afraid Dao brother has never heard of this person."

The demon ancestor said in surprise: "Sky-swallowing monster, Han Yu?"

"Oh?" Yuan Kui said unexpectedly, "I didn't expect fellow Taoists to have heard of him."

The ancestor of the demon sect said: "He has been in the limelight recently. I don't want to know it."

Yuan Kui disdainfully said: "It's just a younger generation who knows nothing about life and death!"

The demon ancestor asked: "Really only kill this person?"

Yuan Kui said: "Just him."

The demon ancestor said happily: "Okay, I promise."

He didn't understand why Shen Ting only dealt with a small Han Yu, why did he fight so aggressively. But he didn't need to understand that by killing only a small Han Yu, he could get the treasure of Jiuyang Huidan. It was really a great deal, and there was no reason to refuse.