In a tranquil manor, Zhang Ruochen met the Hades.
Maybe he had been imprisoned in the sword tomb for too long, developing a personality of stillness and aversion to movement. Standing in the courtyard where yellow leaves drifted, he closed his eyes in contemplation.
Even if Zhang Ruochin walked behind him, he didn't open his eyes.
"I can feel that your cultivation has become stronger, have you broken through?" asked the Underworld King.
Zhang Ruochin said, "Not yet! That step is too difficult!"
"I stayed in the Hundred Clans King City because I was waiting for you. I knew you would come!"
"I'm more curious about the turmoil behind this. Who is really pushing things?" Zhang Ruochen said.
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Hades said, "Don't you know?"
"Why would I know?" Zhang Ruichen said.
"Since you've returned to Kunlun Realm, did you not go to see the Lord of Yùnshen Island?"
"You mean, it's he who is pushing all of this forward?" Zhang Ruochin said.
The Underworld King received a yellow leaf in his hand, opened his eyes, and said: “One leaf falls, and one knows the autumn of the world! Just by observing a small part, one can guess the general picture.”
In the past few days before your arrival, seventeen tribal kings have died in the Hundred Clans City.
Zhang Ruochin's brows furrowed slightly, and he said, "This is impossible! The current Hundred Clans Royal City wasn't when the Jade Emperor Realm opened. There are now hundreds of divine beings in the city. Who could kill seventeen tribal emperors?"
The Underworld King said, “That woman not only killed seventeen tribal emperors, but to this day, the divine spirits of all races in the Hundred Races King City haven't even seen her shadow.”
"A hand from the Realm of Boundless? No, how could a celestial being from the Realm of Boundless assassinate seventeen Great Sages?" Zhang Ruochen said.
Hades said: “These seventeen tribal emperors seem to have been killed by the Sword of Time. They were all shattered by a sword strike, their holy sources destroyed, and their lifespans exhausted. I initially suspected you, but Blood Slaughter told me that you were in the Tianchu Civilization's Great World.”
"So, Liu Bo thinks it was the Thousand Bone Empress?" Zhang Ruchen asked.
The Underworld King said, “Only she could have such ability. After all, she’s the one who dared to strike a sword in the Divine Domain of Fate and escaped unharmed. Not only do I suspect her, but now the entire Hundred Races City is pointing fingers at her and the Netherworld Pavilion she established.”
Zhang Ruochin couldn't be sure if the mysterious expert who assassinated the seventeen tribal emperors was Qian Gu Nü Di, nor did he know if she had returned from Hai Shi Xing Wu.
But, there's a possibility.
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assassinate the emperor, not the divine beings.
It is obvious that the intention is to disrupt the mundane lives of various ethnic groups, achieving the best results at the lowest cost.
Zhang Ruochin said, "I'm not talking about this incident. I'm asking, who hyped up the Sword Realm and the Sword God Palace to such a frenzy?"
Hades shook his head and said, “Since you don’t think so, then it remains to be seen!”
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Hades said, "The Dark God Temple even sent a great god himself. This shows how much importance they place on this matter. Who is in the chariot?"
Zhang Ruochin gazed at the white feathered peacock sacred chariot parked in the distance, a slight smile playing on his lips. "I have someone important to attend to carefully!"
The seven elderly men who had walked over here, now restored to their original appearance, heard this and immediately gasped, involuntarily clenching their legs tighter. They took small steps and walked in front of Zhang Ruochen and the King of Hell.
"Bang! Bang! Bang..."
Six Arhat disciples were thrown to the ground, each chained.
"Brother, here is what you wanted!" said the old man with seven hands.
Zhang Ruochen said, "Just leave it here!"
The seven elders approached the Hades King and reported, “We have investigated thoroughly. The Dark Temple and various tribes indeed launched an attack against the Wujian Pavilion. Rumor has it that their main altar in the Hundred Races City has been destroyed. The pavilion master of the Wujian Pavilion hid himself in the sacred land of the Wolf Clan, Qifeng Lianhuan Mountain.”
Since Taishang was rescued, the Temple of Fate launched a purge against the Wujiaguo, severely weakening their influence in the Netherworld and causing heavy losses.
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Now, the head of the Wujiange is Zhang Ruochin's disciple, Han Xue.
Zhang Ruchen suddenly realized that the person who killed seventeen clan emperors was definitely not the Empress of Thousand Bones. Someone deliberately pointed the finger at Wuji Pavilion and the Empress of Thousand Bones.
"I need to go to Qifeng Lianhuan Mountain! Qi Shou, take care of the important person in the car. Do whatever she asks to the best of your ability."
The old man felt a wave of happiness wash over him, he could only murmur in agreement.
What is this?
The Mo Lang Clan, one of the three strongest tribes in the Hundred Clans City, was once a major clan in the Kunlun Realm. However, they were later slandered and betrayed the Kunlun Realm, suffering a massacre at the hands of cultivators from the Heavenly Court. Forced to the edge of the Hell Realm, they barely survive.
Thankfully, the first powerhouse of the Wolf Clan, the ancestor wolf, was favored by the Angry God Venerable and became his mount.
Under the protection of the God of Fury, after ten thousand years of cultivation and propagation, the Demon Wolf Clan developed and grew stronger. Ten thousand years ago, they built their own Demon Wolf Realm, shaking the stars where the royal cities of hundreds of races were located.
The energy of the Rage God Zun is already evident to all.
The<<>>is a sacred site established by the Demon Wolf Clan in the Hundred Clans Royal City. The demonic energy within the mountains condenses into clouds, with lightning flashes and thunderous roars like rolling thunder.
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At the peak of the Fourth Peak, there stands a majestic and magnificent demon palace. Atop the palace is a divine wolf skull, larger than any mountain, with sharp teeth that inspire awe and fear.
At this moment, over twenty deities from various small tribes have gathered in the Devil's Hall.
The Mori god of the Rot Tribe, his body wrapped in white bandages, reeked of decay. His voice was raspy as he spoke: “Hanta God, hand over the Lord of the Endless Abyss from your domain, and I will leave immediately. My tribe's Emperor cannot die in vain.”
"As allies, we should stand united. Don't let the actions of a single leader from the Wuji Pavilion damage our harmony." The Wuhun Clan's clan master, engulfed in flames that distorted the surrounding space, spoke with intensity.
"Don't say that girl isn't in the Demon Wolf Clan, I have cultivators from my clan who saw her enter the mountain with their own eyes." Mohini spoke with great confidence.
That's all they have there.
Moreover, the Yaksha clan and Hōki clan, both being part of the Three Great Clans, also have divine beings present. If the Demon Wolf clan refuses to compromise, they will essentially be enemies with all the other clans within the Hundred Races Royal City.
Han Dashen was a descendant of the Wolf Ancestor, old and frail with a thin body. He spoke weakly, "All of you, dozens of deities, have gathered for just one Great Saint?"
"She's no ordinary Great Saint. She's the inheritor of the Thousand Bones Empress! There are even rumors that she has a very close relationship with Xing Huan Tian's…" Yun Jun said.
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"Actually, if she hadn't hidden in the Qifeng Chain Mountains, we wouldn't have had to make such a big fuss. It's all because the Demon Wolf Clan is too powerful, and we were forced to do this."
Hatan God said: "This deity is worried, you have fallen for someone else's schemes."
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"What if another clan emperor was assassinated? Are you really going to kill her?" Handa raised an eyebrow.
Mo Ni Shen Dao: "Of course we must kill! If the murderer doesn't come to seek revenge from me, it can only mean that this is indeed a cunning plot by someone with ulterior motives."
"Knowing it was a ploy, he still jumped in?" Handa thought to himself.
Beyond the mountains, a melodious divine voice echoed: "Zhang Ruochin, pay homage to the mountain!"
Inside the Demon Hall, divine beings of all races were deeply moved and rose to their feet.
"Zhang Ruochin actually came?"
"Is this for real? He arrived just in time. Seems the rumors are true, this leader of the Wujiang Pavilion and he are definitely not ordinary acquaintances."
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"Even if their relationship is unusual, does he dare to admit it? Don't forget that the Temple of Fate is still purging the Wuxiang Pavilion. Does he dare to openly offend the Temple of Fate?"
What is this? ...
Although the gods in the Magic Palace seemed to not regard Zhang Ruochen as anything important, their words were all transmitted through divine thoughts and none dared to speak them aloud.
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Hàn Xué was on the Fourth Peak, standing amidst a cluster of six-sided red buildings not far from the Demon Palace. She was deeply worried that Hàn Dá might not be able to handle the numerous gods within the Hundred Clans Royal City. Her expression was grave, and she was ready at any moment to use the spatial teleportation array to flee to the Wolf Demon Realm.
But when she heard Zhang Ruochin's voice drifting from outside the mountain, all her worries vanished. She was filled with joy, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and she couldn't wait to rush out to greet him.
But, Han Xue restrained herself, knowing very well that she absolutely couldn't let anyone know she was Zhang Ruochin's disciple.
Otherwise, Zhang Ruochin will get into big trouble.
Zhang Ruochin arrived very quickly. Under the gazes of countless deities, he wore a black robe and walked step by step into the Demon Hall.
With a metallic clang, the heavy blade of Chen Yuan's ancient sword was drawn. It flew out of his hand like an iron stele and plunged into the center of the Demon Hall, shaking its very foundation. The floor's divine runes shattered into countless pieces.
Zhang Ruochen, bearing his hands behind his back, exuded an imposing and majestic aura. He said to Mo Ni Shen, "Mo Ni Shen, who do you want to kill?"
Monei Shen glanced at the sword stuck in the ground, then at Zhang Ruichen. A cold smile played on his lips. This child's martial arts were crippled, he was merely using spiritual power to wield the sword.
He fearlessly said, "It is the master of Wujiang Pavilion. I wonder, Honorable Sir from the mortal realm, what instructions do you have for me?"
"Dare you kill her? She is my disciple. You dare to have such thoughts, today I will sever your arm and teach you a lesson."
Zhang Ruochin was even more arrogant and protective than the gods had imagined, making no secret of his relationship with Hanshu as his apprentice.
Not to mention the spirits like Yunjun and Ai Lianjun, even Handa Shen was taken aback. |
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