Chapter 254 Monk and Beastmaster (Part 1)

Chapter 254 Monk and Beastmaster (Part 1)

In the endless sea area, the blue waves are vast.

The nine warships sailed all the way to the south, riding the wind and waves, and gradually traveled for more than ten days.

The ancestral ship of the Liu family is the largest and most powerful warship among the nine warships. It sails smoothly on the sea surface, exuding a jet-black metallic luster throughout, like a giant black steel beast.

Not far away, the other eight warships were less than half as large.

All the major sects and family forces on the eight warships would look up at the Liu family's ancestral ship from the railing in their spare time, discussing one by one, looking in awe, and guessing what kind of metal the Liu family used to make such a giant warship. Boat.

On the battleship of Cangwu Holy Land, there are three thousand disciples, a group of elders, and other martial arts forces that have friendly relations with Cangwu Holy Land.

At this moment, Liu Tianhe and Saintess Cangwu stood side by side, looking at the ancestral ship. The two looked proud, with faint smiles on their faces. On the deck, his son Liu Yaozu and several other elders' children were playing and frolicking together.

next door.

In the sea area not far away, there is the warship of the Nine Layers Holy Land, second only to the ancestral ship of the Liu family. There are 50,000 people on board, 30,000 are the disciples and elders of the Nine Layers Holy Land, and the remaining 20,000 are the ruthless ancestors and other heavenly courts. The subordinates of masters.

"Let's go to the island of the Yun Dynasty, where we will build another branch of the Nine Layers Holy Land. Be good everyone. The ancestor said that the suzerain of the branch, the elders, will appear from among you!"

On the deck, Mo Yi, a Nine Extreme Realm master under Liu Sanhai, said that in front of him was a group of elders and elite disciples from the Nine Layer Holy Land.

When Mo Yi mentioned the ancestor, his face was full of fanaticism.

His name is Mo Yi, and the other nine masters are Mo Er, Mo San, Mo Si... Mo Shi, all of them are the strongest of the Nine Layers Holy Land selected by Liu Sanhai at that time, and they are called the Ten Demon Lords.

In ten years, under the vigorous cultivation of Liu Sanhai, they spared no expense in accumulating resources, and became the top ten masters of the Nine Extreme Realm in the Nine Layer Holy Land, and their reputation shocked the martial arts world.

"Elder Moyi, I heard that your other demon lords may be brought into the heaven by the ancestor this time, isn't that true?" a disciple of the Nine Layer Holy Land asked with an eager look on his face.

Mo Yi laughed when he heard the words, and said longingly: "I hope so, I am not sure to enter the heaven, my sword intent is still close to the door, the ancestor asked me to go to the battlefield on the island of the Yun Dynasty, and kill more people , you can comprehend the sword intent, hey!"

The others sighed when they heard it.

In ten years, in the Heavenly Court, the martial arts and cultivation of those people, one by one, rose slowly like a rocket, and there were many mysterious pills and weapons. They dreamed of joining the Heavenly Court, but unfortunately the threshold for the Heavenly Court was extremely high.

In the distance, on a small warship, there are a group of relatively weak martial arts sects and families, as well as many casual cultivators, mixed masters, and many powerful and vicious people.

This ship is equivalent to a black ship, with gambling houses, red buildings, and the Colosseum on it.

And most of the people on this ship went to Yun Dynasty Island to compete for opportunities and make a fortune.

Now, in one of the large rooms of this ship, on a raised platform.

A young monk with a fair complexion knocked on the wooden fish and recited scriptures with a benevolent smile on his face.

Under the high platform, a group of masters of the rivers and lakes were listening to his lecture, with extremely devout expressions.

At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and a sea of ​​bitterness expert led a group of people, rushing in murderously.

"Thief monk, what did you do to our suzerain? Our suzerain shaved his head and became a monk after listening to you preaching the scriptures!" Holding a knife, his eyes turned cold into autumn, and scanned a group of people in the room who were listening to the scriptures.

Among them, a one-eyed dragon stands out, who is their suzerain, who is majestic and has killed countless people on weekdays.

But at this moment, he was sitting beside the young monk listening to scriptures devoutly, without even looking at his subordinate masters.

The young monk smiled slightly, and knocked on the wooden fish, causing a circle of ripples, which shocked the whole body of the bitter sea master and other people who rushed in, and most of the anger on their faces disappeared.

Then, he spoke: "Amitabha, the poor monk is called a tractor, not a thief monk!"

His voice is soft and magnetic, with the slightest strange fluctuation.

"Almsgiver, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and the end is the same. Sit down and listen to the poor monk tell a story about the king of bulldozers..."

After saying a word, the group of people on the opposite side looked dazed for a while, like puppets being manipulated, put down the sword in their hands, and sat cross-legged under the stage.

The young monk smiled slightly, knocked on the wooden fish, and began to speak slowly: "The Buddha said, there are no demons in the world. A generation of bulldozer kings was born out of nowhere to intimidate all directions. Commander, get the treasure of the bulldozer king..."

The young monk spoke very slowly, and there were other power fluctuations in his words.

Under the stage, the group of people who had just sat cross-legged on the ground picked up the swords on the ground one by one, and began to step up for themselves. Soon, all of them turned into bald heads, looking at the monk devoutly.

Looking at their appearance, like other people who had already been sitting in the audience, each of them seemed to be the most loyal believers of the young monk.

The corner of the young monk's mouth was slightly raised, and his smile was like a Buddha, but also like a demon.

He looked in the direction of the Liu family's ancestral ship, his eyes were particularly deep, and he muttered to himself: "I'm going to the island of the Yun Dynasty, I hope I can find the descendants of the Excavator King..."

The young monk sighed faintly: "The inheritance and treasures of the bulldozer king are too tempting. The poor monk can't help but fall into the devil's way. It's kind and sad... Forget it, let's follow the heart!"

He turned around, sat cross-legged on the high platform, and continued to chant sutras. In an instant, there was peace in the room, only his voice echoed...

At the same time, on the second floor of the ship, there was a lot of noise and a turbulent flow of people.

Here, is the Colosseum formed by the joint efforts of several families.

Those who participate in the beast fighting are not allowed to use weapons such as swords, and their martial or spiritual power will be sealed. They are only allowed to use fists and kicks.

Guo Dagang from the corpse raising sect came with his disciples and sat in the stands.

"Master, this time we went to the island of the Cloud Dynasty, are we really not coming back?" A female disciple asked.

Guo Dagang said with a smile: "Naturally, although Yun Dynasty Island is not as big as Scorpio Island, it is very prosperous. There are seven cities alone, which is enough for our Corpse Raising Sect to develop."

"Wow, that's really beautiful. I haven't seen so many cities before!" the female disciple sighed with longing.

Guo Dagang smiled slightly, his eyes full of hope.

In the past ten years, he has been hiding in Tibet, just to avoid the Liu family. Now, he is going to the island of the Yun Dynasty, so that the Liu family can never find him again, and he feels comfortable thinking about it.

It's a pity that there isn't a single decent expert in his own Corpse Raising Sect.

At this time, there were bursts of cheers in the Colosseum below the stage.

"Beastmaster! Beastmaster! Beastmaster!..."

Guo Dagang looked curiously and found a young man with bare arms walking into the Colosseum.

Then, several wolves were released from the iron cage.

They were vicious wolves that had been strengthened by drugs, each of them was bigger than a calf, very scary, and their hair was like satin.

That young man fought with the wolves, punching to the flesh, no wolf could get close to him, anyone who was hit by his punch would either be killed or injured.

The berserk power and magnificent killing skills made the heroes cheer.

Guo Dagang also clicked his tongue for a while.

"Could it be the Liu Family Body Cultivator?!"

He stared at the young man carefully, and found that he didn't have the big muscles like Liu Jia Tixiu, so he was relieved.

"These wolves are ferocious beasts cultivated with medicine by the Slave Beast Sect. They are all comparable to the Sea of ​​​​Bitter Realm. Together, they are comparable to the Nine Extreme Realm. They can't do anything to this young man!"

"It's unbelievable. Before this young man was sealed, his cultivation was only at the Body Tempering Realm, but is the Body Tempering Realm so powerful?!"

In the stands of the Colosseum, several martial arts seniors stared in disbelief and commented loudly.

Then with a wave of his hand, one of his subordinates bowed and retreated, and put a giant python into the Colosseum. The evil spirit comparable to that of the Nine Extremes made the Colosseum panic and panic.

In the arena, the young man's eyes were bright, he didn't care about the giant python, he rushed over, punched down, the giant python bit him, he didn't care, his fist smashed into the giant python's mouth together with him, and then It rushed out from the back of the forehead, bringing out a lot of flesh and blood.

The body of the giant python crashed to the ground.

In the Colosseum, there was a roar of exclamation, and the cheers were deafening.

The young man smiled slightly, and said to himself: "The nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-ninth floor of the Body Tempering Realm, there is only one floor left, and we can break through..."

In the stands, Guo Dagang stared at the young man with bright eyes. When the beast fight was over, he immediately followed up and said hello: "Little brother, do you want to come to our sect to make offerings?!"

"I don't want to!" The young man refused without hesitation.

Guo Dagang is in a hurry, this is a young master, he can't see the depth of his strength, as long as he fools around, he will definitely help him build a good territory on the island of the Yun Dynasty.

"Little brother, don't rush to refuse. We belong to the corpse cultivator sect. We are good at digging graves. Our sect has many ancient relics..."

"Which sect?!" The young man suddenly asked, interrupting Guo Dagang's words.

"Corpse raising sect! What's the matter?!" Guo Dagang replied in surprise, slightly surprised in his heart, his sect has been hiding from the world for ten years, and he did not expect to have such a great reputation in the Jianghu.

The young man bared his teeth and said, "Since you are a corpse cultivator, I agree to cooperate with you!"

Guo Dagang was overjoyed, with this young man of profound strength sitting in charge, he believed that the Corpse Raising Sect would soon gain a foothold on the Yun Dynasty Island and get rid of the nightmare shadow of the Liu family.