Swish!

As the breeze blew, it was like a chaotic blade sweeping across the sky. A cultivator at the second level of the Zhenwu Realm could not dodge and was killed on the spot by the chaotic blade.

"Thirteenth!"

After putting away the knife, Peng Qing looked at his task and recited silently in his heart.

"Inheritance mission: Killing one is for sin, killing ten thousand is for heroes, killing nine million is for heroes!"

"Task Requirements: Kill a certain number of Zhenwu Realm cultivators!"

"Current task completion: 13/10000!"

"Mission time limit: three years!"

"Task Reward: Complete inheritance!"

"The mission failed: Losing the inheritance!"

For the above task requirements.

Peng Qing didn't have much feeling.

After all, this is the game world, and no matter how many people kill, it is just NPC.

In his eyes, this was just a cold set of data.

What really made Peng Qing care about.

It is the number of 10,000 Zhenwu realms.

This number is quite large. In the past half a month, he has only killed thirteen, and he has realized the slash of the Fierce Wind Blade and the lower-grade spiritual weapon, Blood-Crying Blade given by the Sword Slave.

at this time.

Just as Peng Qing was collecting the spoils, the voice of a knife slave came from the ring: "The True Martial Realm in the True Domain is ultimately limited. If you want to complete the mission, it is best to go to the Spirit Realm."

"With my current strength, would it be too risky to go to the spiritual realm?"

"Although you are at the first level of Zhenwu, you have the blood-crying blade of your ex-master in your hand. This is the weapon that will kill you more. Don't look at it now just a low-grade spiritual weapon.

As long as there are enough people killed, it can transform step by step stronger.

With your current strength, combined with the Blood-Crying Blade, the cultivator in the Inner Gang Realm will not be your opponent.

If you go to the Spirit Realm, as long as you don’t deliberately provoke the cultivators in the Spiritual Martial Realm, you can run away even if you can’t beat them. You can seek wealth and honor in danger. I don’t need to teach you these principles!"

"Spiritual Realm?" Peng Qing muttered.

Dao Nu Cang's old voice continued: "The True Martial Realm in the True Realm is the top. If you lose too much True Martial Realm, it will inevitably arouse everyone's vigilance.

Although there are not many masters in the True Domain, the sect has the foundation of the sect after all. If they take these methods, it will be difficult for them to compete with them at this stage.

On the contrary, although the Zhenwu Realm in the Spirit Realm is a master, it is not the top one. It is normal for frequent battles to fall into some Zhenwu Realm.

To complete the task and obtain the highest inheritance, you must have the courage that ordinary people do not have."

The words of the knife slave.

It broke up Peng Qing's hesitation.

indeed.

Although he is at the first level of Zhenwu, his overall strength has exceeded this level.

In addition, killing thirteen cultivators in the True Martial Realm, his own realm has almost reached the peak of the True Martial Arts type, and it will not take long to break into the second level of True Martial Arts.

If you think about it this way, the spiritual realm is not impossible.

"What's going on? Another elder is missing!"

Zhang Jiye's face was cold. Looking at the people below, he felt a burst of anger in his chest, as if he was about to burst out at any time.

One of them replied with anger and gritted the bullet: "When we rushed over, there was only a mess left in the spot. I'm afraid Elder Liu is already in danger."

"Sect Master, in just three days, we have already disappeared, and one of them has been confirmed to die, and the other two are probably the same.

Could this matter be targeted by other sects in secretly targeting us!"

"Check it out for me, focus on those three sects to see who is the most likely to take action." Zhang Jiye suppressed his anger and said coldly.

The sect he is in is only a dozen Zhenwu realms.

Now there are no three realms of True Martial Arts, and the loss is not small at all.

In Zhang Jiye's heart, the person who takes action must be a hostile force of the sect.

As for whether it was Yi Ren's move.

He hadn't considered this issue at all.

Let’s talk about whether Yiren has this strength. Even if he has it, the sect has not been destroyed. Those who die at Yiren’s hands can be resurrected, even if there is a three-day buffer period.

But it has been three days since the first fallen elder.

No resurrection!

That means that the person who takes action is not an alien.

Some judgments are so simple, but in Zhang Jiye's view it is an ironic fact.

He just wants to know now.

Which sect is going to attack him?

Zhang Jiye had already felt as if a layer of black mist was covering him, and the darkness seemed to be staring at him coldly, and he was about to pounce on him at any time to give him a fatal blow.

at the same time.

Other sects in this real domain are also secretly investigating.

Because during this period, they also fell into several monks from the Zhenwu realm.

——

In the study room that was as bright as day, Beiyun Hou was holding a volume of books in his hand and was studying carefully. The incense on the desk was ignited, and the fragrance filled the entire room.

Twist!

"Mr. Marquis, I have something to do to ask for my opinion!"

"Come in!"

Beiyun Hou said lightly, but his eyes were still on the books in his hand, without moving at all.

Baa!

A subtle sound came, and the door was pushed open, and a tall man in casual clothes came in.

After seeing the Marquis of Beiyun, he immediately lowered his head and clasped his fists and said, "I have seen the Marquis!"

"Tell me, what happened?"

"The remnants of the Marquis of Yifeng have been found!"

"Huh?" Bei Yunhou held the Shupao's hand and paused, his eyes finally moved, landing on the man, and said, "Where is he?"

"I'm outside and I'm asking to see the Marquis!"

"Is there anyone else besides himself?"

“I haven’t seen it.”

"Let him see me in the partial hall!"

Beiyun Hou put down the booklet in his hand, then stood up and walked out of the study room.

The man followed Beiyun Hou and turned around and respectfully closed the door again when he left the study room.

Partial hall.

Beiyun Hou sat on the main seat, and below was a middle-aged man with a little worn clothes, covered in dust, and a wrapped man behind him.

"The sinner Cheng Zhong, I have met the Marquis of Beiyun!" As he finished speaking, the middle-aged man knelt down.

Beiyun Hou looked gentle and chuckled: "I am very curious. Why did the remnants of Yifeng Hou who have been pursuing have chosen to fall into the trap?"

"I am originally from Dazhao. I am a native of Dazhao. I have only been deeply attracted by Fenghou, so I have to embark on this path of no return. Now I have come to apologize to the Marquis!"

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

"I'm afraid, but since I did something wrong, even if I lose my character, I'm responsible for it. I just hope that the Marquis can come and confess my guilt when I'm willing to come and confess my guilt, and be able to get out of the way and get down on my back!" Cheng Zhong's body trembled slightly, but he still replied loudly.

Beiyun Hou picked up the tea cup beside him, touching the edge of the cup gently, and said, "It is certainly a good thing for the prodigal son to turn back and not change gold. However, I heard that the remnants of Yifeng Hou are by your side, and I wonder where he is now?"

"Mr. Marquis, please see!" Cheng Zhong took off the package behind him, and then raised the bag high with both hands.

Seeing this, the guards on the side stepped forward and took the package, then spread it open, revealing a black box.

Then he saw the other party holding a box, walking to the side of the Beiyun Marquis, handing forward and saying respectfully: "Mr. Marquis, please see!"

"Open it!"

"yes!"
To be continued...