Wild beast war god

Standing outside the Sword-Murdering Tomb...

The giant tomb that could be seen originally was just a giant mountain in the mist of evil gas.

However, now, after obtaining the Sword-Mie Emperor's bloodline, Sikong Jing can see everything except the things inside the gate. This must be the authority that the Sword-Mie Emperor left for the inheritor.

It’s just that Emperor Jianmie didn’t leave any explanation or words, which is still very strange.

Perhaps it was because the giant tomb of Jianmie was occupied by the middle-aged man with black beard, or perhaps it was because Sikong Jing had not yet met the requirements left by Emperor Jianmie before his death, or perhaps there were other reasons.

Sikong Jing shook his head slightly and thought secretly...

"At the moment, I can only see clearly what's going on inside. I can't use the sword to destroy the things in the giant tomb like the middle-aged man with black beard did."

"It is impossible to drive others into the Sword Destruction Heritage Hall."

"should be……"

"There is something else that belongs to the Sword Destroying Giant Tomb, and it is in the hands of the middle-aged man with black beard. If you want to truly control the Sword Destroying Giant Tomb, you have to take the core key of the giant tomb from the middle-aged man with black beard."

Thinking of this, Sikong Jing's eyes sparkled...

Everything is just speculation. If you want to truly understand and master the Sword that Destroys the Giant Tomb, the only way is to drive out the middle-aged man with black beard.

Or, kill it.

Without thinking any more, Sikong Jing immediately retracted his gaze and looked back at Zizhu's back who was trying to protect him.

At this time, Mo Fu also spoke coldly and grimly: "My respected Master Zizhu, the master has handed the black-scaled boy to me, what do you mean by blocking him now?"

The next moment, another alien human beside Mo Fu spoke up: "Master Zizhu, the master is watching you."

Their words made Zizhu tremble slightly and her face turned pale.

She is very confused now, what should she do?

If he let Sikong Jing out, he would feel even more guilty. If he didn't, his master would immediately destroy the four spirit shadows that were harmed by him in Zichen Pavilion, and might even order the destruction of the entire Zichen Pavilion.

Maybe he'll just kill himself.

Closing her eyes deeply, Zizhu finally turned around slowly.

She looked at Sikong Jing deeply and said softly, "Brother Sikong, I'm sorry. I will find a way to make it up to you in the future."

After saying that, Zizhu finally gave way.

She was not afraid of death, but for the sake of the people in Zi Chen Pavilion, she had no choice but to step aside and hand Sikong Jing over to Mo Fu for disposal.

And as she moved aside...hahahaha!

Mo Fu and the other two burst into laughter.

They looked at Sikong Jing one by one, and said, "Black Scale Boy, roll over here. I want to restrict you."

Just like what the middle-aged man with black beard, their master said, the black-scaled boy Sikong Jing was handed over to Mo Fu to place a restriction on him, and then he could be used if he could be used, or just kill him if he couldn't.

So Mo Fu and the other two, of course, didn’t care and were in a very good mood.

And now, they don’t even have to follow Zizhu’s orders. It’s so exciting.

I gained a lot from this time of reporting.

Sikong Jing ignored Mo Fu and the others, but continued to look at Zizhu who had a bitter look on her face. He thought to himself, "Why do I feel so familiar looking at Zizhu? Where does this familiar feeling come from?"

If Zizhu, Mo Fu and others knew that Sikong Jing was still thinking about this, they would definitely ask: Are you a crazy person?

It’s already this late, is there still time to think about the familiarity of Zizhu?

However, Mo Fu didn't know what Sikong Jing was thinking. Seeing that Sikong Jing was still staring at Zizhu, he immediately spoke...

"Black Scale Boy..."

"Are you still dizzy and confused? Don't you know why Zizhu knocked you out and brought you here?"

"No problem, come over here and wait for me to put a ban on you, and I will tell you everything."

In the eyes of Mo Fu and others, Sikong Jing is still confused...

Just like the other two alien humans who just came out, they were still in complete confusion. All the undertakers were knocked unconscious and brought here, and then thrown into the Sword Destroyer Inheritance Hall. After they got the chance to come out, they were put into restriction.

Everything seemed like a dream to them, and Zizhu explained it to them only after they came out.

Now, of course, it was up to Mo Fu to explain to Sikong Jing.

But they had no idea that Sikong Jing had never been unconscious from beginning to end, and he was aware of every situation clearly. The only thing he didn't know was who the middle-aged man with black beard, the master of Zizhu, was and what he wanted to do.

Finally, Sikong Jing slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at Mo Fu and the other two.

He smiled slightly and said, "It's really interesting that your master didn't impose restrictions on me personally, but asked you to do it."

After hearing this, Mo Fu and the other two were stunned and then laughed at him, "You still don't seem to understand why the master didn't restrict you. It's because you are too rubbish and you have made too little progress in the Sword Destruction Heritage Hall."

Although Sikong Jing's tone was a little strange, Mo Fu and the other two still felt that Sikong Jing must be very confused.

Sikong Jing laughed again: "I was just thinking, if your master wants to restrict me, what should I do? Now there is no such problem. Now I have solved a huge trouble without having to solve it."

This is of course the truth, and Sikong Jing really couldn't help but want to laugh.

When he just came out of the Sword Destruction Inheritance Hall, the first thing Sikong Jing thought of was how to deal with the restriction imposed by the middle-aged man with black beard.

I didn't expect that I could avoid this trouble by pretending, telling a few lies, and making slow progress.

And now...

Sikong Jing also knew that the middle-aged man with black beard was watching from inside the giant tomb of Jianmie, but it didn’t matter, he just said it out loud.

"Deal with the big trouble? Boy, what do you mean?" Mo Fu felt that there was something else behind Sikong Jing's words.

Smiling again, Sikong Jing replied calmly: "It means exactly what it says. If your master wants to restrict me, it will be a big trouble. But if you do it... there will be no trouble."

Zizhu next to him looked at Sikong Jing, slightly surprised. Why could Sikong Jing still be so cheerful and talkative?

Doesn't he know that he is in extreme danger now?

"There won't be any trouble? You don't mean to say that we can't impose any restrictions on you, right?" A person next to Mo Fu sneered softly.

It's hilarious, with their current strength close to the Four Symbols and Four Extremes, how could they not be able to restrict Sikong Jing?

In response, Sikong Jing replied: "Three months have passed, you should have known who I am, right?"

It was a rhetorical question, which seemed to carry a lazy and casual feeling, yet also a feeling of contempt and indifference.

Mo Fu was stunned for a moment, and then... puff!

He finally couldn't help but laughed as well and shrugged his shoulders...

"I was wondering where your confidence came from, Black Scale boy. It turns out you are still dreaming of being a super genius."

"You are the Sikong God General of the Junyin Empire. You are a super genius. You even defeated the disciple of Emperor Yanyu. Of course, we already know all of this."

"But have you forgotten what the master just said?"

What the middle-aged man with black beard said just now was that Sikong Jing was an alien species, a typical example of being strong in the early stage but weak in the later stage.