Chapter 1294 Rebels

Jun Changxiao left again, still alone, but the sect did not press the pause button because of this. The disciples practiced as always, and moved towards a higher realm as always.

If they knew that the Sect Master had the task of taking everyone to the upper realm, they would definitely work harder. After all, no one wanted to go to a higher world one day and become a pitiful creature who was bullied by others.

Li Qingyang, Xiao Xunji and others were not idle either. After they broke through the Half-Saint relying on the Half-Saint Pill, they also practiced every moment.

On the contrary, Lu Qianqian began to calm down after stepping into the Martial Saint, and taught the new female disciples, but because the cultivation method is too extreme, the rate of return of the same class is not too high.

"Senior Sister Lu."

Xia Shuiyun said, "I... can I ask you about the ice system?"

She would often come to Wangu Zong to find Su Xiaomo, although she was more responsible for spreading dog food to the disciples.

"Can."

Lu Qianqian said.

"Brother."

Li Fei, who was squatting in the distance, said in surprise: "Don't you think that the big sister seems to have changed a lot recently, especially the tone of her speech is much gentler than before."

Su Xiaomo said, "Yes, it's a bit abnormal."

Li Qingyang, who came from a distance, said: "Elder sister is only cultivating the ice element to give people a cold feeling. In fact, she is very concerned about us junior brothers."

"Hoohoo!"

Suddenly, the cold air came.

Everyone looked back and saw Lu Qianqian staring at him and said, "Why don't you hurry up and practice!"

"brush!"

"brush!"

In an instant, Su Xiaomo and Li Fei disappeared without a trace.

Li Qingyang's mouth twitched slightly, and he added in his heart, "It's just that the way of caring is a little too extreme!"

...

"boom!"

"boom!"

In the secret realm of life and death,

Ye Xingchen sweated profusely and waved his fist, obliterating the incoming spirit beasts, his eyes were full of anger.

The throne that should belong to him is occupied, he doesn't care, what he cares about is when he can reach the top like the suzerain, and fly to the upper realm to seek revenge!

"Ah"

"Boom boom boom!"

The roar was accompanied by the sound of the explosion, and all the spirit beasts in the fantasy realm were wiped out, Ye Xingchen clenched his fists, his eyes flickered and his anger became stronger.

The higher the strength, the deeper the hatred.

At this moment, he just wants to break through to Emperor Wu quickly, step into the upper realm to find Empress Lingyao, and then slash her under the sword!

"Come!"

In the cafeteria, because he was really bored, Ye Xingchen put the full jar of drunken life on the table and shouted, "Fighting wine!"

The drunkard grinned and said, "I can't ask for it!"

"Gudu!"

"Gudu!"

After a jar of drunken life and dreams died, Ye Xingchen's eyes began to become blurred, and the unbearable past flashed before his eyes, which made him not only did not use alcohol to relieve his worries, but became more worried.

this day.

Aniu drank too much again.

this day.

A Niu was knocked down by A Zi to the Spirit Beast Peak again.

this day.

A Niu was taken back to the room by Li Qingyang and others, and he kept muttering: "I want revenge, I want revenge..."

...

Upper Bound.

In the grand hall, Queen Lingyao, surrounded by clouds and mist, said: "Someone in Xingyun Continent broke through Emperor Wu?"

"Yes, Master." The rickety old man said.

"Who?"

"Sect Master of the Eternal Sect."

"Oh."

Queen Lingyao responded.

The rickety old man sighed with emotion: "This son was punished on the plane battlefield and only cultivated as a Martial Saint. In a short period of time, he broke through to the Martial Emperor, and the growth rate is really amazing!"

"Does the Jietang know?"

"I don't know for now."

"correct!"

The rickety old man said solemnly: "My subordinates just got the news that after consultation, Jietang has decided to permanently imprison the rebels in the nine layers of hell in the mortal universe."

"This is an extremely dangerous guy. If it is difficult to suppress when sent to the lower realm, it is likely to cause life to be ruined."

Empress Lingyao said, "Jietang really doesn't take mortal beings seriously."

"The nine layers of hell are built by the Jietang. There are various high-level formations in it. If the rebels are sent to the lower realm, their realm and cultivation will also be suppressed. There shouldn't be any problems." The rickety old man said.

Empress Lingyao was silent for a while, and said, "I'm afraid there will be an accident."

...

In the dark tunnel, a man with a chain and anklet, bare upper body and disheveled hair came out under the escort of dozens of strong men, with strange tattoos engraved on his back, under the shaking of his muscles, he looked like a ferocious beast.

After a while, everyone walked to the front of the formation.

"Is there anything else to say before leaving?" The leader of the strong man in charge of escorting said lightly.

The tattooed man standing in front of the formation gently raised his hand, brushed away the messy hair, revealing a pale and hideous smile, and said, "When I return, Master, it will be the day of the death of the Jietang!"

"Stubborn!"

The leader of the strong man said coldly: "Reflect on it in the ninth hell!"

"Jie Jie Jie!"

The tattooed man swaggered towards the front of the formation, and until he was sent out, the gloomy and weird smile still echoed in the sky.

"Master Dutong."

One of his subordinates couldn't help but ask: "This traitor is extremely dangerous, why not just kill him and send him to the lower realm for detention?"

The leader of the strong man said: "This person has the spirit of reincarnation born in the universe. Every time he dies, he will be reincarnated and become stronger. The best way is to imprison him forever."

"So it is!" The subordinates realized, and shook their heads: "Having a spiritual seed born in the universe will be a great weapon, but unfortunately, what you do is not good, you have to be a rebel."

...

"call out!"

The mortal universe space was suddenly torn apart by some infinite force, and a streamer burst out from the depths of the void and merged into the interior of the starry sky fortress.

"coming!"

The lord of the fortress looked at the formation outlined by the complex pattern in front of him with an unusually solemn expression.

He has already received news from Jietang that a criminal will be imprisoned in the ninth layer of hell, and told himself that he must be guarded carefully and must not be allowed to escape from prison.

Hey.

If the upper realm knew that someone had escaped from prison, would it punish itself?

No, no.

Don't let Jietang know about this, otherwise it would be a small thing to lose the black gauze hat, and a big thing if you lost your life.

While thinking, the unkempt tattooed man walked out of the formation, then looked around the surroundings, and said lightly, "This is the nine layers of hell where my uncle is imprisoned?"

"brush!"

The fortress master raised his hand, pulled the chain over, and pulled him to the ninth layer of hell.

Prisoners sent directly from the upper realm, no matter how miserable their realm is suppressed by the laws of heaven, must be locked at the bottom, and the risk rating must be above the letter A.

"Hello!"

"Can you be gentle with the uncle!"

"You mortal trash, if this uncle is not bound, one finger can crush you to death!"

"Are you dumb? Say something for the uncle to listen to!"

"Crench!"

Just as the tattooed man was chattering, the gates of the nine levels of hell were closed, and he was alone in the dark environment, so he sat down and said, "No, I have to find a way to kill myself, and I can't spend a lifetime in prison!"

"Bang bang bang!"

He picked up a stone next to him and smashed it hard on his forehead several times. His face was covered in blood, and the smashed stone foam flew around. He collapsed and said, "Master, do I think it's so hard to die!"

...

"Just now……"

In the starry sky, Jun Chang smiled and held his chin, "What is it?"

He happened to witness a streamer flying down from the universe, and the direction seemed to be a starry sky fortress.

"Wow!"

The sound of blood was heard from below.

After zooming out, it was discovered that Jun Changxiao was not standing on Yinshi's warship, but a similar warship, with a big fat man weighing at least 300 pounds under his feet.

This person is the Hai Envoy of the Twelve Patrol Envoys.

He endured the pain and said weakly: "You...you are not Yinhu...who are you..."

"I."

"Handsome Emperor."

"You always laugh."