The Blood Song of the Three Realms Chapter 245: Internal friction (1)

Saturday, as usual, one day off, today there are only two shifts!

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In the Tianshui Great Hall, under the beam of starlight condensed in the sky, Sima Rushui, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, sat on the throne with a calm expression, slightly drooping eyelids, and looked at the hazy figure floating in the hall with a relaxed smile.

"It's too strong. Master. The strength of the person who hit the disciple is more than ten times stronger than you, the master. The twelve "filial" descendants of the poor disciple, one The stick was beaten to death."

The hazy figure could vaguely see a vertical eye between the brows, a palm was born in each of the eyes, and a thunderous pupil was shining brightly in each palm. He was floating in the hall with his hands behind his back, smiling at Sima Rushui.

"Better than me, that's what it should be, let's not mention this for now... Twelve? So, those traitors in your clan are almost cleaned up?"

Sima Rushui slightly nodded, smiled and said to the figure: "None of the top core should slip through the net, but those below, even disciples, are powerless to investigate thoroughly. After all, there are too many unworthy disciples."

The hazy figure gradually dissipated, leaving only an erratic voice echoing in the hall: "That's all for now. Without these traitors, there will be less trouble in your clan. This time your clan lost Quite a lot, all the offerings that should be paid in the next ten thousand years, all the troops that should be paid, will be reduced by 30%.”

Sima Rushui stood up, clasped his hands together, and bowed solemnly to the place where the figure disappeared: "Disciple respectfully sends Master to you."

With a complicated smile, Sima Rushui sat back on the throne, flicking his fingers on the armrest of the throne, his two long eyebrows tightly knit into a ball: "Well, traitor, the twelve saints How many resources were wasted, how much time, how much effort, this group of guys who don't know the so-called... Couldn't Master tell us clearly. Why do these people become traitors?"

He raised his head and looked at the torrent of starlight roaring down from the top of the hall. Sima Rushui's eyes were shining brightly.

"Back then, I sealed the Heaven Demon Sect in the Yuanlu world, but it was just a small and insignificant Demonic Dao Sect. Suddenly one day, Master and two masters ordered us to completely reform a strange technique, and then I sealed it. The strength of the Tianmo sect has soared, and its luck has soared, and it has swept the Yuanlu world, destroying the inheritance of hundreds of millions of sects."

"Then we ascended and were blocked by the ancient power of the Holy Spirit Realm. We brazenly opened up the Void Spirit Realm and broke out a war with the Holy Spirit Realm. Abandoning the exercises practiced in the Yuanlu world, instead switching to the methods of countless ancient schools."

"Since then, Taoism, Buddhism, and other countless schools of exercises have become the main exercises of my holy clan. On the contrary, those clan members who have been secretly practicing the exercises of the rise of my Fengtian Demon Sect are called They were traitors and were killed one by one."

"Master, what secrets are hidden in your hearts? Disciple status is not enough, maybe not qualified to hear the secrets. Those senior brothers who are more powerful than me, who are closer to you, they Don't you know anything?"

Sima Rushui's expression changed in an instant, and he twitched the corners of his mouth with a bit of heartache: "Twelve saints, my Sima clan is ranked in the middle and lower ranks among the saint clan, and now we have lost twelve saints." A saint, this ranking has gone straight to the bottom, right?"

A young man in a black gown ran quickly into the Tianshui Hall, knelt down on the ground with a 'gudong', and raised a jade plate above his head with trembling hands. With a trembling voice, he said: "Old Ancestor, the clan reports urgently. In the past three days, 3,259 acropolises of our family have been breached. 993 towns have been razed, and even some One hundred and fifty-four human-level cities were destroyed."

The muscles on Sima Rushui's face twitched violently. He stared fixedly at the young man who was howling loudly like a crow announcing his death. Taking a deep breath, Sima Rushui forcefully squeezed out a smile: "This is what it should mean... everything is under control, let those devils in the Holy Spirit Realm be proud."

"According to my sage's instructions in advance, the military forces of this clan are strictly guarded. Those cities, towns, and guards whose military forces have been evacuated are left to those extraterritorial demons...Leave everything in the city to them, to them."

With a finger pointing, the jade plate in the young man's hand quietly flew up and fell into Sima Rusai's hands. A ray of spiritual consciousness penetrated into the jade plate, and carefully examined the losses of the family in the past few days. Even though Sima Rushui had experienced countless storms and obstacles, his old face could not help but twitch violently.

In just three days, nearly 10% of the Sima Clan's territory in the southwest of the Vermilion Bird Domain was destroyed by the Holy Spirit Realm. Although the Sima clan still has a large hereditary territory in other parts of the Vermilion Bird Domain, looking at the **** numbers on the loss report, Sima Rushui still feels heartbroken.

"Let them go, the troops will retreat, strictly prevent the defense, and no more fighting is allowed." Sima Rushui crushed the jade plate, and completely abandoned the cities where the standing troops were evacuated.

The young man respectfully kowtowed three times to Sima Rushui, then crawled out of the hall on his knees.

With a loud bang, ninety-nine pale black giant icebergs fell from the sky in a row. The blow destroyed the city defense formation of the sky-level town in front.

In the city, only a few hundred left-behind soldiers rushed out, Luo Luo just smiled at them, and the hundreds of soldiers fell to the ground in the dark, with sweet smiles on the corners of their mouths, falling into a charming dream.

With a wave of Yinxue Singer, Bai Yuzi rushed into the city first, spewing thick smoke and water mist, and then Monk Yunluo and his party yelled 'Aww', and rushed in unsuspectingly. In the city, only a few panic-stricken nobles rushed out to meet the enemy, and none of the saints with pure blood had long since disappeared.

This kind of thing has become the norm these days.

With the help of unknown powers in the Holy Spirit Realm, Miaowen Buddha wiped out the huge army mobilized by the Sima clan. In the extremely vast territory of the Sima clan, almost all the formed troops were wiped out. Thousands of cities were exposed in front of everyone with almost no power to resist. What they have to do now is to smash the city defense restrictions, and then rob everything in the city.

The Sima clan seemed to have been prepared for this situation long ago. They moved away all the saint clan members in the city, and even the elite troops stationed in the spiritual caves under the city. In the city, except for those noble people who belonged to the holy clan, there was no resistance.

And these nobles exist more as the "servant chiefs" or "reserve resources for middle- and lower-level officers" of the holy clan.

So for a while, everyone broke through a large number of cities. Yin Xuege and his group alone broke through more than 170 acropolis and towns, searched countless geniuses and treasures, and plundered countless treasures. Prisoners of war, slaves.

The city in front of them is the most prestigious town they have encountered in the past few days.

A sky-level town should have at least one Golden Immortal-level power on weekdays, but right now, there are only hundreds of unworthy soldiers left in the city, and they easily captured them .

Tianzi-level towns generally have nearly a hundred acropolises of various levels under their jurisdiction, and they have to collect a large amount of worship taxes from the acropolis under their jurisdiction every year. When Bai Yuzi shattered the restriction of the secret storehouse and a group of people broke into the secret storehouse in the town, everyone was dazzled by the mountain of geniuses and treasures inside.

The secret storehouse in front of me is at least a thousand times larger than the secret storehouses of Panlingwei and Yulongwei that Yin Xuege had seen. There are elixir herbs, various rare materials, and a large number of top-quality spirit stones in the secret storehouse. Even countless weapons such as knives, guns, swords and halberds, shields and armor, strong bows and crossbows are piled up there like hills.

Even in the secret treasury, there are more than 3,000 brand new, unactivated sky survey holy artifacts of all levels intact sealed there. These holy objects for surveying the sky are obviously supplementary materials prepared by this town for the subordinate acropolis, but now all these things have fallen into the hands of Yin Xuege and the others.

Even if it is the lowest level of a holy weapon for surveying the sky, it will cost a lot of rare resources to make it. Those who trade these sky-watching sacred artifacts to Wanbingmen can remelt and refine them, and obtain countless precious materials from them.

A low-level sky surveying holy weapon can at least be exchanged for tens of thousands of high-grade spirit stones in Wanbingmen.

What is even more surprising is that a special pill warehouse was found in the secret vault, which stored hundreds of thousands of bottles of various panacea. Most of these elixirs were for tempering body and restoring mana, and these happened to be the most popular types of elixir in various fairy cities.

"It's done, it's done, no one can get rich without windfall!" Monk Yun Luo ran to Yin Xuege happily with sweat on his face~IndoMTL.com~. Holding a dozen golden jade bottles the size of his fist, he cheered happily: "Fellow Daoist Mu, look, the Sansheng Casting Pill, this is the Sansheng Casting Pill, this is 130,000 years ago. An elder of Daleiyin Temple once seized a kind of holy pill."

Monk Yunluo was overjoyed, the Sansheng Casting Body Pill, which is the legendary body-hardening elixir that was refined by the three most holy people. A Sansheng Casting Pill, even the lowest Sansheng Casting Pill, can allow an ordinary disciple of the Saint Race to possess the absolute power equivalent to the peak level of the upper third-rank Sub-Saint in just a few days.

That is the limit of the fairy body of the third-rank peak Golden Immortal Realm, a powerful body that cannot be shaken by ordinary low-rank golden fairy artifacts. Except for the elder from Daleiyin Temple who once seized one, countless immortals from the entire Holy Spirit Realm who have come here to practice have never had a similar harvest.

Here Monk Yunluo found eighteen bottles, each containing three, a total of fifty-four Sansheng Casting Pills, which can immediately let the more than one hundred fellow Taoists who followed Yin Xuege here have five Fourteen celestial beings who have reached the pinnacle of the third-rank Golden Immortal.

In the void battlefield, it is difficult to replenish aura in the wild, and the immortals in the holy spirit world are also used to melee combat. A piece of Sansheng Casting Pill can create a tyrannical combat power of the Golden Immortal level, which is undoubtedly a great joy to reach the sky in one step to Monk Yunluo and the others. (to be continued)