63: C63 Divine Lord's Orders

C63 Divine Lord's Orders

In the Tianji Pavilion of Eastern Wasteland, Zhiyan had refined the most miraculous magic weapon and talisman in history.

This was the news that Bai Yi had asked someone to release to arouse the interest of the people of Jiao Province.

The beautiful name was: Hunger Marketing.

After that, she continued to develop the new app function with Zhiyan.

The Supreme Force Wind Talisman Spell had basically been successfully developed. After two to three days of constant modification and experiments, when Zhiyan was about to collapse, the talisman could be connected to the server and had many new functions.

Needless to say, there was no need to mention the communication function. Bai Yi also added pictures, WeChat, and other functions.

In this way, she could use the talisman to push out the latest news from the Tianji Pavilion within a small range.

Zhiyan was very grateful, so he spread the talismans in a small area and used them.

At this moment, what Bai Yi did not know was that something big was happening in Central Region, and it was enough to affect her entire life...

The Tianji Pavilion of Central Region was magnificent, dazzling, and luxurious. It was just short of using high grade Spirit Stone to build a house. A pigeon folded with paper flew into the half-open window of the tallest building.

In the gorgeous building, a man with white skin sat up lazily on the bed with a look of indifference and disdain. He was barefooted and his upper body was completely naked. He slowly stood up.

On his chest, under a few strands of smooth and shiny long hair, a crescent moon-shaped deep red scar could be vaguely seen. It was a stark contrast with his skin that was shining with white light. It was a shocking sight.

He stretched out his slender arm and pulled off a long, silky purple robe from the screen. Then, he casually put it on his body.

He pushed aside the long black hair that covered his face, and with a casual tap, the paper pigeon automatically unfolded.

The man's indifferent gaze carefully swept across the words on the paper pigeon. When he read somewhere, he suddenly raised his eyebrows in surprise. Then, a sinister smile appeared on his pale face.

His wrist was wrapped with strange red and brown patterns that seemed to be non-existent. As he lightly shook his wrist, a cool breeze blew past. With a flash of white light, there was no one in the attic.

On the Small Lonely Mountain in Nanqun Mountain, Tang Shou, who had already reached the early Golden Core stage, was resting by the stream with two senior brothers from the Eight Desolates Five Peaks.

"This time, Mountain Sea Hermit has suffered a huge setback. I'm afraid Master is going crazy from anger." A fat and fat senior brother was tearing the grilled fish in his hand.

Tang Shou sat beside him and fiddled with the bonfire, not saying anything.

The other senior brother, who was as thin as firewood, snorted coldly. "When Master comes out of seclusion, there will naturally be people who will take responsibility. In my opinion, it's you, Tang Shou."

The fat man also laughed coldly. "Hehe, you just came and you are already involved in this matter. Consider yourself unlucky."

Tang Shou still had a serious look on his face. He concentrated on playing with the raging fire in his hand. "Senior Brother, why are you laughing at me like this? This matter is also related to the two of you."

"You can't get rid of responsibility? You have no proof with your words. Mountain Sea Hermit is already dead. Who gave them fake orders? Who can testify? Let me tell you! If you don't take responsibility for this, be careful of your head!" Although the skinny senior brother was skinny and skinny, his words were full of energy. His reprimands shook the dense forest of Little Lonely Mountain, causing it to tremble.

"Hmph," the fatty echoed. "Didn't we come out this time just to help you find natural treasures? You actually dare to threaten us? "

Tang Shou's heart was burning with anger. Just as he was about to flare up, a strong Spiritual Force aura suddenly pressed down!

With a dull rumbling sound, the sky above Little Lonely Mountain was filled with dark clouds, and the dark clouds were rolling!

A fierce wind suddenly swept up, and one could only hear the neighing of immortal horses coming from the clouds!

"What's wrong? What is it!?"

"What happened? This -"

The three of them got up one after another and waved the magic tools in their hands to block the fierce wind. However, the spiritual energy was as heavy as Mount Tai! The three of them could not withstand it at all. In an instant, they spat out a mouthful of blood and knelt on the ground, unable to get up.

"What... is this..." The thin man's cultivation was the highest. He, who was at the late Golden Core stage, had never seen such a scene!1

"Hiss -" A series of loud horse neighs rang out incessantly! It was becoming more and more deafening!

A magnificent and magnificent carriage descended from the sky!

Eight huge and tall horses, their bodies shining with a snow-white light, landed gracefully on the ground in an awe-inspiring manner! The van behind him was the size of a house. It was decorated with gold, jade, and red tiles! Colorful drapes hung in all directions!

The horse carriage stopped steadily. The strong wind was much weaker.

The imposing aura that was as heavy as a mountain was emitted from the carriage. It pressed down on the three of them, making it difficult for them to breathe. They felt as if their internal organs were going to explode!

This kind of formation, this kind of immortal horse flying carriage, was something that only the Tianji Pavilion was worthy of!

"It's... Heaven, Heaven, Tianji Pavilion... Is it the Pavilion Elder?" The fatty spat out a mouthful of blood and cried out in shock.

"No... such a strong blood energy fluctuation... It must be him!" The thin man's hands supported the ground and a mouthful of spiritual energy was lifted up, barely protecting his golden core.

Tang Shou's cultivation was the worst, and even breathing was difficult. He simply could not speak. He only felt that the Golden Core in his body was burning hot, and his entire body was about to explode!

When the fat man heard the thin man's words, he was stunned for a moment. His eyes widened, and his brows were tightly knitted. "It's really him... Divine Lord!"

Before the sound of a swoosh had ended, the fat and thin man spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

"Tang - Shou!"

The loud sound instantly exploded between heaven and earth! Tang Shou felt hot blood flowing out of his ears, and his internal organs were boiling!

Divine Lord's tone seemed very light and indifferent, but the volume was enough to shock the heavens and earth!

The cold words seemed to be said by his ear, but also seemed to echo through the clouds!

Tang Shou was in extreme pain and could not answer. He closed his eyes and waited...

He had never imagined that this would be the end of Tang Shou's life.

He died in the hands of Divine Lord, who was on the ceiling of First Heaven.

"Do you want to live?"

The deafening voice resounded through the world once again.

Tang Shou was unable to speak. He could only suck in blood and kowtow on the ground.

Swoosh! Another sound of wind rang out as two golden lights flashed out from the carriage.

One of them flew straight into Tang Shou's chest.

The other one landed directly in front of Tang Shou and turned into a strange-looking jade pendant. It seemed to be a barrier.

Immediately, Tang Shou felt a powerful Spiritual Force spreading within his body. The Golden Core had absorbed such a rich Spiritual Force and had actually broken through to the Nascent Soul stage!

He hurriedly used his luck to protect himself. Only then did he feel that the pressure was slightly reduced and he could barely speak.

"Divine Lord! Please spare my life! Please spare my life! I don't know how I offended you..." Before he could finish his words, another wave of intense blood qi surged and a mouthful of fresh blood gushed out!

Divine Lord, who was in the carriage, was wearing a purple robe. He leaned lazily on the soft couch. There was not a trace of blood on his pale face. In his long and narrow eyes, a pair of black eyes were calm and indifferent. He still smiled disdainfully and said slowly,

"Go to Eastern Wasteland. Do something for me."

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