Fantasy: I Can See The Rewards

"statement?"

A strange color flashed in Li Mubai's eyes. He put his hands behind his back and said calmly, "I, the ninth peak master of the Sword Sect, am in the martial soul realm. Not to mention whether he can intercept a group of Martial Kings... Even if he can, he is still their waste. !”

Martial spirit?

Hearing this, everyone was startled.

"He is indeed a martial spirit."

The Imperial Beast Sect disciple named Jingyu said slowly, "But beside him, there is a strong Martial Venerable!"

"Martial Venerable?"

Li Mubai's sharp gaze fell on her, and two sword beams shot out, "How could Martial Venerable enter the emperor's tomb!? If Martial Venerable could enter, why would we wait here?"

The other four sect leaders also frowned.

"Jingyu."

The Master of Imperial Beast Sect pondered, "Martial Venerable is indeed unable to enter the Imperial Tomb. Are you sure you read that correctly?"

"It can't be wrong!"

Jingyu said categorically, "The strong Martial Venerable did not enter the Emperor's Tomb from the outside world. It... was a demon plant in the Emperor's Tomb itself! However, I don't know why it helped Jiang Han."

The demon plant in the emperor's tomb?

Li Mubai narrowed his eyes and revealed a smile: "In the Emperor's Tomb, everything depends on ability. He can make the demon plants in the Venerable Realm help him, that's also his ability!"

"Strong words!"

A thunderous roar came from the chariot of the War Demon Palace, "It is indeed his ability that he can get the help of demonic plants, but why should he let them give him half of the opportunities they got in the Emperor's Tomb?"

"good."

The Master of the Imperial Beast Sect said coldly, "Disciples from all sects worked hard to get those opportunities, so what qualifications does he have to stand in front of the door and ask for them? Li Mubai, if he doesn't hand over those things today, don't blame me for waiting!"

"Then give it a try."

Li Mubai stood proudly with his hands behind his back, happy and unafraid.

At this moment.

The void rippled again, and a figure appeared, a monk.

"Abbott!"

As soon as the monk came out, he looked up at the figure sitting on the golden lotus in the air, his face full of anger, "Sword Sect..."

"Amitabha!"

The old monk sitting on the golden lotus clasped his hands together and said calmly, "Huiming, you don't need to say it anymore, I already know it. The ninth peak master of the Sword Sect has snatched half of the opportunity from you, and there needs to be an explanation for this matter."

"No, Abbot."

Huiming's face turned the color of pig liver, "That Jiang Han took away all my gains in the emperor's tomb!"

The words fell.

The old monk's indifferent expression suddenly stiffened.

"It seems like I'm not too miserable..." Not far away, Jingyu muttered in a low voice.

Ripples rippled in the air, and immediately, disciples from various sects walked out one after another. They either had angry faces, calm eyes, or were dejected...

"This Jiang Han can really cause trouble for me."

Li Mubai murmured.

Although he said this, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he was obviously in a good mood.

"How did Junior Brother Jiang do it?"

Next to him, the second peak leader Yuan Tianhua stroked his long beard and said with a strange expression, "Being able to get a strong Martial Venerable to help him...can't be done by deception."

He never imagined that he could do this only by relying on the broken Great Principle sword he gave Jiang Han!

If I knew the truth, I would probably beat my chest and regret deeply.

"Ling'er, your things were also robbed?"

On the chariot, the deep voice of the master of the War Demon Palace came out.

"No."

Shi Ling blinked, "Jiang Han and I...well, we can barely be considered friends."

"friend?"

The Lord of the War Demon Palace frowned slightly.

Next to him, Shi Hu gave a wry smile and recounted the whole story. Hearing this, the face of the Master of the War Demon Palace changed, and the look he looked at Shi Ling became a little weird.

"Dad, why do you look at me like this?" Shi Ling's cheeks were slightly red, and he felt uncomfortable for a while.

"It's a bit difficult to handle..."

The master of the War Demon Palace smacked his lips.

The War Demon Palace has always been famous for its cruel training, so the master of the War Demon Palace would let his son and daughter enter the emperor's tomb, but this does not mean that he does not love them.

If all his disciples were robbed, he could still find trouble with the Sword Sect and ask for "justice", but his daughter was actually saved by the other party. This was a real life-saving grace!

"correct."

Shi Hu suddenly lowered his voice, "Dad, there is one more thing. The people who joined forces to attack my sister at that time were those from the small sect!"

Hear the words.

The Master of the War Demon Palace's eyes suddenly turned cold, "What a coward! Do you know which sects they are?"

"have no idea."

Shi Ling shook his head gently.

"Xiaolu took me to escape at that time, but Jiang Han stayed to intercept them. I don't know what happened next. However, none of those who attacked us survived."

The Master of the War Demon Palace pondered for a moment, then suddenly said: "Did you cast the Demon Summoning Sutra?"

"kindness."

Shi Ling nodded.

"That's easy to say!"

The Master of the War Demon Palace pointed at the center of her eyebrows, and wisps of deep black energy filled the pupils.

boom!

A scene emerged in his mind, when Shi Ling was attacked in the Emperor's Tomb, but his perspective was that of the majestic demonic shadow behind Shi Ling.

The picture freezes.

The Lord of the War Demon Palace merged into the eyes of the demon shadow, and then entered the consciousness of everyone present, directly "seeing" everyone's true face!

Subsequently.

His eyes slowly appeared in Jiang Han's consciousness.

"Is this person Jiang Han? Apart from his good-looking appearance, there is nothing special about him..."

The master of the War Demon Palace secretly thought.

suddenly.

An extremely bright sword light seemed to strike from the endless chaos, with a terrifying aura that destroyed everything, and cut his sight into pieces in an instant!

boom!

The Lord of the War Demon Palace suddenly stood up, his back soaked with cold sweat.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Shi Hu on the side quickly stretched out his hand to support him.

"No, it's okay."

The Master of the War Demon Palace took a deep breath and sat down slowly. His eyes were dim and uncertain, and there was still a trace of panic on his face. He murmured in his heart, "What is the origin of that sword light in Jiang Han's mind? It even happened in succession." Even the projection of the Demon Lord cannot compete with it..."