Chapter 922: Testing

"What's fake?"

"That boy is fake."

Mr. Shu next to him was stunned for a moment and said in horror: "How can it be fake? The blood and soul are all real!"

"If it's really fake, wouldn't those clan elders be able to tell?"

"They also know it's fake."

"But whoever told lies can't sit in that position."

"They just need someone to sit there and who cares if it's true or not."

"Besides, sometimes the fake ones work better than the real ones."

Luo Tianpeng sneered and patted Mr. Shu on the shoulder.

He said: "dig out the real thing for me. No matter how well he hides it, how deep it is, or how traceless it is, dig it out for me. Not only him, but also the person who arranged all this, no one is left." I dig it out!"

"Here."

"King of Heaven, Naluo Manping..."

"I could kill him."

The young man standing aside spoke.

"Killing him will alert the enemy."

"Keep him."

"The top priority is to take over the Grand Sect and pull out these rats in the gutter. There is still a big enemy to deal with."

Everyone was excited, they all knew who the enemy was.

In fact, when Luo Tianfeng died and Zuo Tianwang took over the great religion, everything was almost settled, and the rest was just the finishing work.

Now that they have this false young master, they can also use the name of the false young master to attack the old king.

Wait until the fake young owner is tired of abandoning the dog before exposing it.

Then replace it smoothly.

It can be divided into three parts into one.

Unify the great religion!

In the palace.

The returned martingale sat cross-legged in the formation.

Yang Wu's expression suddenly changed.

Luo Tianfeng's face was dull, and he said very calmly: "What a smooth move, so that he can take up the identity of Yangwu and cleanse the dissidents, and it is still for Yangwu."

"In this way, when the time is right, he can win the position of Holy Lord with both fame and fortune."

"Since he has come to the Grand Religion in person, why not kill him!"

A somewhat hoarse voice sounded in the air.

An illusory figure in black robe appeared beside him.

"Even if he is a peak saint, as long as he is well ambush and suppressed by a large formation, he can be reduced to a pool of blood."

The man in black robe spoke indifferently, and no hint of chill could be heard. However, the cold words came through in plain words, as serious as the whisper of an evil ghost.

Luo Tianfeng's expression changed drastically.

King Zuo Tian's performance just now did not make him change his expression, nor did the sway of the elder of the sect and the silence of the monk make him surprised.

Only Tu Shanjun's words made him shudder. It was not fear or fear, but a boundless coldness rising from the spine.

The man in front of him is the real daring person.

He didn't believe that this killing star didn't know that as long as he dared to kill Luo Tianpeng, without the King of Heaven in charge, his men would be in chaos.

Once there is chaos, all the forces will definitely carve up the Asura clan. He doesn't know whether the world will be in chaos or not, and the Asura clan will definitely not maintain its current situation.

Kill him, who will replace him?

Is it the old King Youtian, or an elder in the clan.

It's okay to kill him for revenge, but after the killing, who will control the overall situation.

It's true that Luo Tianfeng wants revenge, but he doesn't want to destroy the Asura clan. He also wants the Asura clan to get back on track. When the time comes, he will return the organized clan to the hands of his only son to plan for the future. .

Luo Tianfeng was wary of weapon spirits.

Therefore, he listened carefully to Tu Shanjun's suggestions.

In fact, he doesn't have to listen at all, but now he only has some authority.

The child also got a portion.

The child is partial to this weapon spirit again.

"He cannot die."

"At least you can't die yet."

"I want to find out who is helping him, whether it is from within the clan or from outside the clan."

"Secondly, if he dies, the overall situation will be chaotic. With my current appearance, I still cannot control the overall situation."

"My only son is young and needs time to grow up."

Luo Tianfeng said in a deep voice.

After seeing the Soul Reverend Flag in his hand, he narrowed his eyes: "You are right, we have to kill him anyway. Our strength cannot be too weak. I need to recover, and you also need to improve your strength. In this way, I also It’s time to go to that place.”

"Quite flat."

"exist!"

"Go to the Demon Abyss."

Luo Manping muttered: "The leader's body is unstable at the moment, and there are many things in the Demon Suppressing Abyss..."

Luo Tianfeng said: "I have my own considerations, just follow your orders!"

He spoke decisively without giving anyone a chance to refute.

He didn't care at all whether Luo Manping was worried about his physical condition.

"Here."

Luo Manping reluctantly agreed.

The Holy Lord is good at everything, except that other people must swallow the decisions they make regardless of whether they have any opinions or not.

Even if you say something, you have to do it according to the leader's wishes. You can't have your own ideas. No wonder the monks in the sect sometimes don't recognize the leader, but they don't know how to refute.

Zhenmoyuan is located at the foot of Shura Mountain.

Nine floors underground.

It is a place where enemies, opponents, and Asura monks who have made mistakes are imprisoned.

Over the years, I have accumulated an unknown number of people.

As for why they didn't kill him, the Asura clan had their own opinions.

Those who have made mistakes and are subject to the law can use this to correct themselves, but it is not good to kill them.

Opponents and enemies can exchange for members of the clansmen captured by other clans, while the other group wants to get something from them, such as secret manuals of martial arts, natural treasures, and how many monks are imprisoned in the Demon Abyss. Even Luo Tianfeng, the Saint Lord, is not clear.

After walking through the long corridor leading to the bottom, the view in front of him suddenly became clear.

The Demon Abyss is like hell.

Hanging upside down at the bottom of the mountain.

And those large formations suppress the monks with strange bodies.

Luo Tianfeng did not stay too long in the upper three layers, and quickly passed the middle three layers. When he came to the seventh layer, his inspiration became very different.

Luo Tianfeng chose a formation.

One step into the air, the space in front of him came cold, and then there was a blanket of snow.

The snow peaks are majestic.

But there is a strong pine tree like a towering ancient tree covering the sky and the earth.

Under the ancient pine, the white-clothed monk who had closed his eyes opened his eyes.

His eyes were very strange, and they were gray.

Moreover, his appearance was different from that of ordinary monks. His skin was like snow, not cold white but really like piled snow. The two horns on his head were very white but also extremely rough.

He looked very old. When he opened his mouth, his fangs spread out like saw teeth.

"No one has come for a long time."

As soon as the snow ghost finished speaking, his figure appeared in front of Yang Wu.

Before he could make any move, a barefoot monk who was a foot tall had already stopped him.

The snow ghost was startled and quickly retreated, floating under the pine tree, coldly staring at the tall monk who made the move.

"Xue Song Yao Dao."

"Four hundred years ago, you killed 291 disciples of my Asura clan, only taking the blood of your heart. You were chased by the wind of the Ten Shura Laws for a million miles, captured in the cold sky of the north, and locked in the Demon Suppression Abyss of the Asura clan."

"It is said that the skills you practice are very unusual, and they need the blood of my clan to be effective."

"I have interrogated you for a long time, and tortured you in thousands of ways, but you didn't say a word."

The words of the young man made the Xue Song Yao Dao look back to his senses, with a puzzled look in his eyes: "Who are you?"

He sniffed carefully, frowned and said: "Your blood..."

"My blood is very pure."

"It's a pity that you can't drink it."

"Tell me your secret method, I can let you die more comfortably."

The young man looked directly at the demon ghost under the big tree on the snowy peak, his expression was indifferent, as if he didn't take the demon ghost seriously at all.

With his strength, he really didn't need to be afraid of the snow ghost in the mountain saint realm.

He came here to get the magic method that can use the blood of Asura to improve his strength and perfect the Taoism.

Of course, since torture doesn't work, there are always other ways.

He didn't have it before, but now he has it.

The Snow Ghost sneered: "How shameless!"

He knew he was no match for the barefoot monk.

But he was confident.

As long as he didn't reveal the secret method, he would still be useful to the Asura clan.

If he was useful, he wouldn't die.

The young man pulled out a three-foot long banner from his sleeves.

He gently shook it and said: "I kept you before because it was harmless. Although your magic is strange, it is not worth the effort. At most, it is aimed at the Asura clan. It's better to lock you up than to kill you."

"It's different now."

When he shook the soul banner, a red-haired figure in a black and gold robe appeared.

Luo Tianfeng smiled and said: "Daoyou."

"This is the sincerity of our cooperation."

"I don't want anything, just his secret method."

"Please come in, Daoyou!"

He made a gesture of invitation, as if he wanted to see the strength of this red-haired monk.

As the master of the Honored Soul Banner, he certainly knew that the Soul Banner could absorb the Yin Gods of cultivators whose cultivation was not higher than that of the main soul, so he did not choose a stronger one, but chose the Snow Ghost in the mountain realm.

If Tu Shanjun really had a good strength, he would not mind including ten Refined Void Yin Gods in the Soul Banner.

Even if it was just the mountain realm, a large formation composed of ten Refined Voids was enough to kill the peak Great Saint.

Although the Snow Ghost's face was full of fear, it was not for the cultivator in the black and gold robe, but for the barefoot man standing next to the young man.

He had been trapped in this world for a long time without the nourishment of spiritual energy, and his strength had long been reduced to a few points.

But he was definitely not weak back then, otherwise he would not have captured the Asura people on a large scale, and he could have avoided the pursuit of the Ten Laws of Asura for several years, but it was a pity that he still failed.

Even if he is so weak now, it is not just a Refined Void cultivator who can kill him.

The Snow Pine Demon Dao sneered and said, "Daoyou, you are not a hero for taking advantage of others' misfortune."

"Oh."

The two-horned ghost saint in black and gold robes glanced at the Snow Pine Demon Dao indifferently.

But his eyes were always on Luo Tianfeng.

Luo Tianfeng wanted to test his strength to see if he was strong or weak and whether he could be suppressed.

Tu Shanjun actually wanted to see how much strength Luo Tianfeng could exert with his current cultivation so that he could have a clear idea.

It's a pity that he didn't have the initiative now.

This old thing gave Tu Shanjun a reason that he couldn't refuse.

A Refining Void Yin God would be a huge improvement to his strength, and once the Yin God entered the banner, he would immediately have the help of the Mountain Realm.

Luo Tianfeng narrowed his eyes: "Daoyou, do you need my help?"

Tu Shanjun shook his head slightly.

Since this old monster wanted to explore his background, there was no need to hide it. He not only wanted to kill the remaining Mountain Realm, but also kill beautifully.

Only the strong can win respect.

Of course, cooperation must be based on the fact that the strength of both parties is similar.

"No need."

"A person in the mountains who is about to starve to death is nothing to fear."