The great country of Middle-earth, the Netherworld Sect, and the Cold Valley.

In the valley full of demonic energy, there is a cave with strict restrictions. In a hall with gusts of yin wind in the cave, the leader of the Netherworld Sect, the late-stage cultivator Ming Zhenren, is carefully sacrificing his natal magic weapon - the Netherworld Ghost Sword.

Zhenren Ming gently cut his palm with a treasure knife, then squeezed out a drop of essence and blood, sprinkled it on the knife, and used blood as a talisman to draw a not-complex blood mark magic pattern.

Then, he took out a small green bottle from his sleeve, stretched out his finger and bounced it away, and immediately a green ghost flew out of it.

After the green ghost flew out, it immediately fled, but was caught by Zhenren Ming. The ghost struggled hard in the palm of Zhenren Ming, and made a series of harsh ghost crying sounds, but it could not escape from Zhenren Ming's palm.

Zhenren Ming pressed the ghost on the sword tightly, and the blood mark magic pattern on the sword immediately turned into a blood-colored rope, tightly bound the ghost on the sword body.

Then, Zhenren Ming closed his eyes slightly, pinched his hands with his hands, and penetrated a series of pure demonic magic tricks into the sword.

When each spell is shot, the treasure light emitted from the blade will be stronger. The treasure light on the blade swallows the ghost's body, causing the ghost to scream in extreme pain.

After the nine magic tricks were shot out one after another, the ghost was completely swallowed by the magic light of the sword; and the blood marks and magic patterns on the sword were also absorbed by the sword and disappeared.

Zhenren Ming looked at the Nether Ghost Sword with satisfaction, and then did the same thing again, sealing the second ghost into the blade.

Each time a ghost is sealed, the power of this sword will increase slightly; this method of nourishing and cultivating natal magic weapons is a common method used by high-level monks of the Netherworld Sect.

The Nether Ghost Sword of Zhenren Ming is a treasure of the spiritual treasure level. The ghosts who are qualified to be sealed into the blade have a great origin. They are generally the residual souls of high-level monks or high-level monsters who die under the hands of Zhenren Mingren. As for the souls of low-level monks or mortals, they are not "qualified" to be sealed into this sword.

After Zhenren Ming sealed three ghosts in a row, the sword in his hand suddenly trembled slightly and made a "buzzing" sound.

Seeing this, Zhenren Ming was shocked and immediately held the sword in his hand and slashed forward, while shouting sternly:

"Who is here!"

More than a hundred feet ahead, a faint black light suddenly broke out, and a white bone skeleton appeared out of thin air.

The light of the Nether Ghost Sword slashed on the white bone skeleton. The white bone skeleton just shook it gently and then took it without any damage.

Seeing this, Zhenren Ming was shocked. Although the slash just now was used casually, he had already used 70% of his true power, and he did not even leave a trace of the knife!

What surprised him even more was that the aura was powerful and almost inferior to his skeleton, and a young monk with a cold expression appeared next to him.

"It's you! You are not dead!" Zhenren Ming exclaimed.

"You have not taken your life yet, how can you bear to leave this world!" said the young monk coldly.

"Your sword is good, and you can actually sense your own breath. It is worthy of being a treasure of the spiritual treasure level. These two treasures are far behind!" After the young man said that, he threw it casually, and a magic sword and a black banner fell into the hall with a bang.

The magic sword is a ninth-level magic weapon, and the black banner also has the quality of an eighth-level magic weapon. If these two treasures flow into the Immortal Cultivation World market, they will definitely cause a sensation, but at this time they are thrown on the ground like scrap iron and rags.

Zhenren Ming looked at these two magic weapons and suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He said in a deep voice: "This is the natal magic weapon of Junior Brother Ni and Junior Brother He! Could it be that they have been poisoned by your superiors?"

The young monk nodded slightly, which was considered a default.

"When did it happen?" Ming Zhenren asked with a frown.

"Just just now!" said the young man lightly: "Your disciple should notify you soon."

Zhenren Ming was extremely shocked, but he did not shout loudly to the monks of the Netherworld Sect to come for support.

He himself is the person with the highest cultivation level of the Netherworld Sect. The junior brother Ni and He who he mentioned are both cultivators with a deep level of true body cultivation, and are also the second and third elders of the Netherworld Sect. Even these two were secretly killed by the other party, so even if other cultivators of the Netherworld Sect are attracted, it will be useless!

What's more, this is the cave of Zhenren Ming. The restrictions are so strict and the defense is so tight that Zhenren Ming himself knows very well that since the other party can break into this place without realizing it, his methods are so wise that no other Netherworld Sect cultivators can resist.

A moment later, a late-stage monk in the Dharma Statue rushed towards this place in panic. Before he entered the hall, he shouted, "It's not good, the natal soul lamp of the Sect Master, the second elder, and the third elder suddenly went out almost at the same time!"

"I understand!" Zhenren Ming sighed: "Go back! I will pass on the command of me, and I'll wait, don't get close to here!"

The late-stage monk of the Dharma Status was stunned and stopped at the entrance of the hall, as if he could sense some powerful aura. He stayed for a while, then immediately turned around and left.

Zhenren Ming knew very well that the late-stage cultivator of Dharma Image was vulnerable to the opponent's hands. If he was allowed to enter the hall, he would just lose his life in vain.

The young man remained silent and let the late-stage monks of the Dharma image leave, without any intention of taking action. I don’t know if it was disdain or unwilling to be distracted, so that Zhenren Ming might wait for an opportunity to escape.

When Zhenren Ming saw the cold and murderous eyes of the young monk, he felt cold and asked, "I have something unknown. The cave of Junior Brother Ni and Junior Brother He is dozens of miles apart. How did you kill him at the same time? Both of them recognize you, and you shouldn't be deceived by you and then attacked. Moreover, neither of them had time to notify me, which means that both of them were killed immediately by your master in one or two moves!"

The young monk did not answer, but just glanced at the white bone puppet beside him.

"So that's it!" Zhenren Ming immediately woke up, "Yes, with your strength, you can naturally kill one of them, and this white bone puppet can also kill the other person at the same time!"

"Can you actually recognize this is a bone puppet?" the young man said curiously.

Zhenren Ming smiled bitterly and said, "Others may not recognize it, but as the leader of the Netherworld Sect, I happen to know this lost ancient bone refining technique! I was just amazed that you can actually refine a bone puppet in the late stage of the true body!"

The young man nodded and said, "The monks under your sect are gathering here. I don't want to waste my time anymore, so I will die!"

"Let's go!" Zhenren Ming said hurriedly: "Although I have some grudges with you, they are all things in the past. Now that the matter has long passed, why bother you? As long as you are willing to let me go, I am willing to take out any conditions in exchange! My life span is only a hundred years left. If I cannot ascend, I will sit on my own after a hundred years, and there is no need for you to take action!"

"Give up your life?" the young man shook his head and said, "It's impossible!"

"Why?" Zhenren Ming asked in confusion: "There is no great revenge between you and me. I have indeed tried my best to help the resurrection of the Blood Wheel King, but this matter has been exposed and destroyed. Why should you continue to be aggressive!"

The young man said, "I want to kill you, not because you are waiting to resurrect the Blood Wheel King, but for another thing!"

"Another thing?" Zhenren Ming was stunned. He glanced at the two magic weapons on the ground, and immediately thought of something from Junior Brother Ni and Junior Brother He.

"Is it because of that?" Zhenren Ming's heart moved and asked, "What is the relationship between the mortals of Xiliang Kingdom and you?"

"I am the leader of the Tianshan Sect of Xiliang Kingdom. The mortals of Xiliang Kingdom are the people protected by our sect!" said the young man seriously.

"So that's it!" Zhenren Ming's face suddenly turned ashamed.

"It's ridiculous. We chose Liangzhou City of Xiliang Kingdom to take action, just because it was inconvenient to act in the territory of the Central Earth power, so as to avoid being discovered by the righteous forces in advance. Liangzhou City is the closest city of mortals to the Central Earth power, that's all! But unexpectedly, we will suffer a life-threatening disaster!" Ming Zhenren murmured.

He suddenly glanced at Li Muran and said, "So, you will not let go of those monks who were involved in this matter?"

"Not bad!" the young man nodded and said word by word: "The seventeen culprits, no one will be left!"

"Why did you come to this sect first?" Ming Zhenren asked again: "The cultivators from several other major demon sects are all involved. Why don't you settle the score with them?"

"As sooner or later, this grudge will be settled! The reason I will attack the people of the Netherworld Sect first is because the Netherworld Sect has a short journey, that's all!" said the young man lightly.

"Just because the distance is closest?" Zhenren Ming was very unwilling. If the Netherworld Sect was not the first sect to be attacked, maybe he could react and make precautions in advance, and maybe there would be some turning point.

"It's because the distance is closest!" said the young man coldly: "Just as you chose Xiliang Kingdom back then!"

Zhenren Ming said: "The reason why we randomly chose the nearest city was because those mortals had no resistance at all. So no matter which city they chose, the result would be the same and there would be no mistakes. In your eyes, the five major demon sects, including us, are all useless people with no power to tie up chickens. It doesn't matter which one we killed first?"

"It's almost the same!" said the young man lightly.

Zhenren Ming was stunned and then furiously said, "What an arrogant guy! I know that your strength is far superior to the same level, and now I have the help of the bone puppet in the late stage of the True Body. It is indeed awesome! However, over the past few decades, I have not delayed my practice. If there is a life-and-death battle between you and me, I may not be the loser!"
Chapter completed!