Chapter 1166 The Influence of Immortal Arts on the Creatures in the Small World

Shuoyang Tianjun came to kill with one move. The attack of the Bloody Zombie Tianjun, who was born in the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain of Zhenzong in the upper world, was easily broken. Whether it was a curse or a rotten palm containing huge power, it was instantly penetrated by golden threads. , swallow it clean.

The Heavenly Lord Shenxiao and the Heavenly Lord Xuezhi were silent.

The two of them were a little thirsty.

In vain, the two of them claimed to be true cultivators in the upper world and the top gods of the sect. However, when they came to this small world, everything seemed to be messed up. The individual strength of any of the god-transformation monks they met far exceeded them. The kind that would inevitably lead to death in a short time if encountered alone by the outside world.

"...Fellow Taoist, haven't you asked for your name yet?"

Lord Shenxiao said in a somewhat harsh voice.

It is still the title of fellow Taoist, but this time it no longer implies condescension. The mentality of a polite and virtuous corporal is much more sincere and comes from the heart.

"Sir, my little cultivator's name is 'Shuoyang', which is not worth mentioning."

Shuoyang Tianjun said humbly.

"Fellow Taoist Shuoyang,"

"But that Shuoyang... Tianjun you talk about?"

Lord Shenxiao was surprised.

‘Shuoyang Tianjun is that good-for-nothing. ’

These were the exact words of the young man in green. At that time, he thought he was an insignificant person and didn't care.

But now it seems that the strength of a monk who can meet a fourth-level immortal sword cultivator and still survive should not be underestimated.

Perhaps, these three people all failed in the war with the fourth realm sword cultivator to compete for the realm master.

Although it failed,

However, being able to compete with the fourth realm sword cultivator instead of immediately surrendering and being able to escape has already surpassed ninety-nine percent of the deity-forming cultivators in the world.

"I'm just a lost dog."

Shuoyang Tianjun smiled bitterly, without any thoughts of complacency.

He was once an invincible person in the world, and he became invincible as soon as he was promoted to the God Transformation stage. He either expelled or killed the God Transformation monks in the world, and then made the world his home. His bloodline children spread all over the world, and he had his own arrogance.

He believes that at least 90% of the reason why he is not as good as the perfect Tairi Swordsman is due to inheritance, not because of inferior talent or talent.

This may be true.

"Fellow Taoist Shuoyang is amazing..."

Lord Shenxiao sighed.

In terms of strength, the monk with beautiful temples in front of him undoubtedly surpassed him, so he gave up the plan of directly using the slave seal to search for souls, and asked, "Fellow Taoist, are you willing to accept the enshrinement of the Nine Heavens God Lei Zhen Sect?"

"In this way, Taoist friends can join the sect and become members of the sect. They can ascend to the upper realm, refine the opportunity, refine the scriptures, etc. It may not be impossible."

When he came up, he promised something that made the cultivator of the Transformation God very jealous.

This enshrined urn was also explained in the spiritual consciousness. The words were a little euphemistic, but it was actually a high-level talisman of Nuyin. It had a much higher status, but it was still controlled by the Nine Heavens God Lei Zhenzong, but this control authority was no longer in existence. In the hands of the divine monks, he can barely interact with the divine monks of the Nine Heavens God Lei Sect on an equal footing.

When it comes to magic, this is the only way to ensure absolute confidentiality and obtain the most accurate information.

"Your Majesty, I don't want to do it."

Shuoyang Tianjun's posture was extremely humble, but his words were straightforward.

This is true even if the other party promises a Void Refining Scripture that makes his heart beat, or an opportunity such as ascending to the upper world.

Lord Shenxiao narrowed his eyes.

The Blood-Zombified Heavenly Lord also stared at this very humble and very bold monk from the lower realm.

If elsewhere, a monk from the lower realm was so rude, they would have killed him long ago.

But here...

The two Heavenly Lords from the Upper Realm suspected that if they had not brought the sect's Taoist soldiers with them, this humble monk with beautiful temples would have revealed his ferocious face, and in turn would have killed them and others.

"Fellow Taoist Shuoyang,"

"Can you tell me who the young man in green is? Where he comes from? I will thank you very much."

Lord Shenxiao smiled and stopped mentioning the matter of being punished.

"I will obey your Majesty's orders."

Shuoyang Tianjun said respectfully: "Sir, please don't be deceived by Tu Shan. This guy is either from a major sect in the upper world or a native monk in this world. He was born in a mortal country called Yue Kingdom in Beiyuan. "My parents are mortals and have no background at all."

"The reason why this person is so strong is all because he got a shocking adventure and received the inheritance of immortal magic!"

This is the response they had already discussed.

No matter whether Jiang Dingzi has any background or background, he must not have it!

In fact, after the inheritance envoy of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion returned to his position, the art of causal concealment was spread, and Tushan Tianjun was a local-born god-forming monk, even in Ming Guangzi's subconscious mind.

In a sense, what Shuoyang Tianjun said is the truth.

"That person is just a native?"

Lord Shenxiao and Lord Xuezhi were startled, a little unbelievable.

This is beyond their common sense.

There is really no soil for the birth of such talented monks in the small world, and all conditions are not met.

But after hearing about the magical adventure, he hesitated again.

Immortal magic!

This is magic!

What's so strange about turning decay into magic?

"It must be a native!"

"This man was born in the same era as me, how could I not know?"

Shuoyang Tianjun said categorically: "The two of us had an adventure in a secret realm. Unfortunately, the old thief Tushan took away most of the inheritance of immortal arts. We only had a few scraps left, and we were finally killed. Driven out of the small world, all the family and relatives died tragically. "

"Please, Your Majesty, make the decision for us!"

This is undoubtedly an acknowledgment of the fact that he has some inheritance of immortal magic.

"Immortal magic..."

Lord Shenxiao and Lord Xuezhi unconsciously showed greedy expressions.

All of this seems to provide many explanations for why there are so many powerful people in this small world, and just any monk who transforms into gods is so terrifying.

Immortal magic inheritance!

"Your Majesty!"

Shuoyang Tianjun felt their greed and said respectfully: "Please give me the method to ascend to the upper world. We are willing to dedicate the inheritance of immortal skills to the Supreme Lord, and we are willing to be loyal to the Supreme Lord forever."

"If there is any violation, my three brothers will be punished by heaven and earth!"

He swore to the sky.

"Easy to say, easy to say."

"After Pindao completes the sect's affairs, it is just a matter of convenience to bring three fellow Taoists with him."

Lord Shenxiao smiled with a smile on his face: "The only one we can worry about is Na Tushan."

"Can the three fellow Taoists be the vanguard and help me kill the thief? Afterwards, I will definitely ask for merit for the three fellow Taoists in front of my ancestor. When the time comes, practicing the scriptures and refining the void will be nothing more than a trivial matter. You and I are all of the same sect." Fellow Taoists, there is no distinction between each other.”

No response.

The three heavenly kings frowned.

There was silence for a moment.

"Shenxiao, blood is stiff."

"You two stupid pigs and dogs."

Ming Guangzi spoke up and said coldly: "Stop showing off these childish tricks in front of me. Give me a way to ascend to the upper world, otherwise there will be no need to talk."

"In the coming days, I will definitely slaughter your whole clan and leave no chickens or dogs behind!"

"Do you want to give it to me?"

After confirming the opponent's strength, he instantly tore off the respectful appearance.

"You are looking for death..."

Lord Shenxiao and Lord Xuezhi were furious.

Keng!

A sonorous sword cry erupted.

The expressions of Shenxiao and Tianjun changed again, and their scolding words suddenly stopped.

Immortal Sword Intent!

The Immortal Sword Intent again!

The immortal swordsman who has rarely been seen in the upper world for thousands of years appeared one after another today!

What's wrong with this world?

Could it be that the inheritance of immortal arts is the art of sword immortals?