Master: This rebellious disciple is not the Son of the Holy Son.

Chapter 087

Shangjing Zhenbei Wangfu.

In a dark underground chamber.

A dim yellow light illuminates a corner.

A man with loose hair was pierced through his body by seven or eight densely patterned iron chains, and he was suspended upside down in the air.

Dirty blood ticking, dripping on the ground….

The floor was already dripping with semi-coagulated blood.

The smell of blood is pungent.

A middle-aged man with a handsome face, burly posture, and a white robe, like a lion, stood with his hands in his hands.

The eyes are as deep as an abyss.

“Zhou Long~

“: “To tell you the good news, just last night, someone used poison on this seat…” Hearing this

, the man who was hanging upside down, his body twitched.

“Unfortunately, he didn’t succeed.

The man who was hanging came out in a hoarse voice, “Thousand Faces Zhenjun, what exactly do you want to do?” ”

Do what?”

The Thousand-Faced True Monarch sneered, “Of course, the emperor who is a great emperor.”

“Hehe, you know, my cheap son dreams of becoming a prince.”

“You say, shall I fulfill him?”

Zhou Long, who was dumped, squeezed out four words from between his teeth, “That rebel…”

The Thousand-faced True Monarch grinned and muttered, “As long as this seat becomes the Emperor

of Daming…” “He can use the large number of people in Daming, blood/sacrifice/human flag, this holy king weapon, after awakening the spirit of the instrument…”

His eyes gradually turned blood-red.

“The Taisu Holy Land will not make you successful. Zhou Long gritted his teeth.

Hate can’t pounce and fight with the demon clan impersonating him in front of him.

Think of him Zhou Long, in order to repay the favor of the old emperor, he has been fighting for Daming all his life, doing his duty faithfully, and dare not slack off for half a point.

For hundreds of years, I don’t know how many mortals have been blessed.

In the end, he was replaced by a demon clan and became an anti-thief.

Also use the people of Daming, blood/sacrifice weapons.

The famous name of the first life will be ruined, and he will not have the face to see the old emperor when he dies.

The hatred in his heart was so thick that it almost took shape.

“Haha~” The

thousand-faced Zhenjun raised his head and laughed, raised his foot and kicked Zhou Long’s head.

“Zhou Long, this seat likes your gritted teeth and helpless look. ”

Kill me… You kind of killed me.

Zhou Long roared.

“No, you can’t die yet.”

The Thousand-Faced True Monarch shook his head, “You know, my Transfiguration Technique, you must be alive.”

“Or will you try suicide?”

“You must not die well~”

He was imprisoned by the Dao pattern on the Xuan Iron Chain to cultivate, and if he could commit suicide, he committed suicide.

And why bother, to be insulted by this.

The Thousand-faced Zhenjun smiled and said, “Ru’s wife I raise it, Ru don’t worry about it.” ”

Zhou Yunfei is very obedient and a good son. ”

: “Princess Zhenbei, also true / run.” ”

: “Ji Xuan…”:

“You…..”

Click~

Zhou Long struggled violently.

The wound was torn and the dirty blood dripped faster.

“Thousand-faced true king, you must not die well. Zhou

Long, who was hanging upside down, had bloodshot eyes and was almost crazy.

“Qiu…” The

smile of the Thousand-faced True Monarch suddenly converged.

“Okay, that’s the end of today’s conversation.

“My cheap son said that he invited the Taisu Holy Son to some Drifting Snow Lake Island party, hoping that I could come forward.”

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“Then I went up to see the condition of the Son. After

that, he turned around and gradually moved away.

“Thousand-faced Zhenjun, I’m going to kill you!!! Zhou Long roared.

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Drifting Rain Lake Island, located in District 24.

Located in the middle of Shangjing.

It is the property of the Southern Region Great Sect Drifting Snow Sect.

Fantasy version of “entertainment/entertainment” venues.

The frozen lake of the formation, snowing all year round.

A small island several kilometers in diameter is suspended above the ice surface of the lake.

Hence the name, Drifting Snow Lake Island.

The island is lined with pavilions.

Thousands of charming warblers and swallows, walking through it….

Or serve tea and pour water, or dance and sing, or open a private room with guests…. Play cards.

At this time, the tallest loft, in the snowy building, is extremely lively.

A young and handsome man, chatting about the recent major events on the Heavenly Dome Continent.

“It is said that the Instrument God Sect’s Artifact Traceless Old-timers will refine the Holy Weapon with the help of the Purple Light Divine Fire of the Shenyan Sect in the Half Moon. ”

At that time, there will also be a competition conference in Shangjing, and the invited young generation can participate…. The old timers of Ji Wuji promised that they would personally refine the weapon for the strongest. The

attic instantly began to talk.

There was clearly a lot of interest in the topic.

….

Chu Xiu turned his head sideways and asked Zhou Yunfei beside him.

“Brother Zhou, this weapon has no trace, but the one who refined the ‘Guiyuan’ in the first place?

Zhou Yunfei was stunned, thought for a moment, and finally remembered what the “Guiyuan” in Chu Xiu’s mouth was.

“Well, the refining method of “Guiyuan” was indeed created by the old-timers to deal with demon barbarians. Chu

Xiu nodded, secretly happy in his heart.

He had wanted to refine this artifact for a long time.

I never thought that this refining grandmaster would come to the Southern Region and the Daming Empire.

It really didn’t take any effort.

With this baby.

After killing the opponent in the future, not only can he inherit his inheritance, but also use his corpse to refine the Yuan Crystal…. Use this to exchange breakthrough points, simply not too cool.

….

Whoops.

Someone shouted.

“King Zhenbei is here. ”

Oh ~

the young handsome men in the attic, look out.

I saw a man with a majestic posture, like a lion, wearing a white robe, with a smile on his face, and stepping into the snow.

He was like a god of war, so awe-inspiring that he did not dare to meet his deep eyes.

“Senior Zhenbei King

~”: “Senior Zhou

~”: “Father~”

Zhou Yunfei smiled and quickly stepped forward to greet him.