In the secret room, there were a total of fifteen monks wearing black robes and masks.

Their mask styles vary.

There are masks depicting strange patterns and looking like ferocious faces.

There is also half a mask with strange texture patterns painted on it, while the other half is a blank mask.

There is also a pure black mask with dark red coloring around the eyes to deepen the image of the eye sockets.

But what is very special is that the masks on these people's faces are obviously different in color, pattern, and pattern, but anyone can easily recognize the identity and status represented by this mask just by looking at it.

The man at the head of the long table is wearing a golden mask.

The patterns on the mask seem to give people an inscrutable sense of majesty.

Emperor Jin.

This is the name of this mask, and also the identity of the person wearing the mask at this moment.

He is the leader of their group.

At this time, he listened to the arguments and quarrels among the others in the secret room, but never said a word, as if he was in a trance.

But others took it for granted, and no one asked him for his views or opinions.

Thousands of years have passed.

The number of members among them increases and decreases.

Some people are unable to break through their shackles, and in the end they can only face the limit they have reached, and either die unwillingly or die contentedly.

Some people died due to various reasons, either while exploring the world, or seeking personal grudges, etc.

At its peak, there were thirty-one of them.

But now, there are only fifteen people left.

They have new companions joining, and old companions leaving. Of course, there are also some new companions who have taken over the masks of the old companions and become "new people".

But only the five people sitting at the head of the long table and the first two seats on the left and right sides have never been replaced.

The Golden Emperor, the God of War, the Moon Immortal, the Master, and the Judge.

"The opening of the Sword Sect's secret realm was your handiwork, right?"

Suddenly, Jin Di spoke.

The originally chaotic sounds were all eliminated in an instant.

It wasn't that Emperor Jin suppressed the voice with magical powers, but the moment he spoke, everyone stopped arguing.

The person at the head of the table on the left nodded.

This man was wearing a mask made of an unknown material. It was entirely silver-white, with a dark-black color depicting a pattern that gave a simple impression.

God of war.

With the tyranny of force, he is superior to everyone in the secret room.

It is said that only the Golden Emperor can compete with him.

"What a pity." Jin Di shook his head.

"It is indeed a pity." The God of War nodded lightly, "Ye Jinxuan of Taiyi Valley broke through too quickly. With her and Tang Shiyun joining forces, the card of Sword Sect Secret Realm is no longer effective... But if the water is muddied, it is not a problem.

There is no other way, but at most it can only make Taiyigu feel sick, and it will not achieve its original purpose."

"Where did Huang Zi come from?" The chief person on the right side of the long table suddenly said, "Who is that person named Zhang Wujiang?"

Her voice was cold, but her voice was soft.

The mask is also silver-white in color, but does not have any patterns. There is only a blooming golden plum blossom pattern between the eyebrows.

Moon Fairy.

"Zhang Wujiang, a retreating disciple of the former Tiangong Palace Master." The man sitting to the right of Yuexian, who was the second seat on the right side of the long table, suddenly spoke, "Martial God, you didn't handle the matter cleanly at the beginning.

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The mask worn by the speaker has a black base and gold, silver, and red colors on top to depict the image of a solemn-faced man.

There is an awe-inspiring and upright temperament about him.

This man was also one of the original five elders.

Judge.

"The Tiangong is huge, so it's normal for a few fish to slip through the net." God of War replied calmly, "As long as the people on the list are not let go."

"But Black and White is dead." The judge's tone became colder, "The person who died was not yours, so it's normal, right?"

The God of War didn't reply.

But the momentum in the secret room suddenly changed.

An overbearing and fierce energy rushed straight towards the judge without any warning.

But when it came within an inch of the judge's face, it suddenly condensed into a layer of frost.

In an instant, a frost like a warhammer formed on the long table between the Martial God and the judge: the warhammer-like side was less than an inch away from the judge's eyes, while the handle-like part was less than an inch away from the Martial God's eyes.

The next second.

The frost war hammer was filled with cracks and then shattered. Then the ice crystals melted and turned into wisps of blue smoke that dissipated in the air.

The God of War turned his head and glanced at Yuexian.

"So, Huang Zi and Zhang Wujiang are both remnants of the Heavenly Palace?"

Yuexian ignored the Martial God and continued to ask as if he was indifferent.

The God of War remained silent.

The judge was also silent.

"According to the informant, Zhang Wujiang is at least in the Bitter Sea Realm, and to be able to be taken into the eyes of the former Palace Master as a closed disciple, his real strength must not be weak. Except for the thirteen of us, I am afraid that no one is hers.

rival."

Seeing that the atmosphere in the secret room gradually became silent and depressing, the person sitting on the second seat on the left side of the long table to the left of the God of War had no choice but to speak.

Because among the thirteen people present, except for the transcendent Jin Emperor, there was only one person left who was qualified to discuss with the God of War, the Moon Immortal, and the Judge.

Master.

His mask seems to be made of wood, slightly quaint, and has a restrained charm.

Although he is a master, his aura does not have a majestic aura, but a strong evil aura. The space around him is even aroused by this, and the cold aura emanating from him is like a ghost.

This is also the reason why he sits in the second left seat on the Martial God side instead of the second right seat on the Yuexian side.

During the Second Era, a dynasty was established, and then there was a separation of civil and military affairs, among which Wen Zuo was the most respected.

But above the dynasty, there is a heavenly court that establishes order and claims to govern all living things in the mysterious world in order to prevent the end of the first era. Therefore, although there are civil and military divisions, Wu Zuo is respected.

The layout in the secret room at this time is Wu Zuo Wenyou.

It's just that there is no theory of Zuo Zun in this secret room, it is just a simple division of positions.

But it is precisely because of the position theory that the judge was threatened by the God of War, and the Moon Immortal of the same camp took it upon himself to help.

And similarly, at this time, Yuexian's question was about serious business, and Wu Shen was too domineering to answer, so Master naturally had to answer.

"Zhang Wujiang must have been imprisoned by the Black and White Soul Seducer before, so Huang Zi killed the Black and White Soul Seducer just to save his junior sister..."

"Zhang Wujiang is a man." The judge suddenly spoke, interrupting the master's speculation.

Everyone in the secret room was stunned.

"Why does the eyeliner say she is a woman?"

"Two possibilities." The judge said calmly, "First, she is not the real Zhang Wujiang. As you said before, she is a prisoner of the Black and White Soul Seducer. She was released after Huang Zi killed the Black and White Soul Seducer. But

It is very possible that her mind is damaged, so Huang Zi named her Zhang Wujiang in memory of his junior brother, so her real strength may not be as good as Zhang Wujiang. If this guess is true, then naturally there is no need for us to take action."

"Second..." Although the Master is sitting on the second seat to Wu Zuo, since he can be named "Master", he is not stupid.

What's more, if one has reached their level of cultivation, how can anyone be stupid?

His knowledge and experience are certainly not weak.

Therefore, the master followed the judge's train of thought and said: "Zhang Wujiang has become a ghost cultivator, or he has taken someone else's body..."

"Supreme Bitter Sea, is it possible?"

In the secret room, someone finally couldn't help but refute.

As we all know, ghost cultivators have no hope of achieving greatness in their lifetime.

Therefore, if ghost cultivators want to attain the Great Dao and reach the other side, they must either create a physical body for themselves, or they can only take other people's bodies and use them for their own use.

In most normal situations where there is a choice, ghost cultivators would rather create a physical body for themselves, because this is the body that best suits their own aura, and there will never be any problems such as sequelae.

And the method of seizing the body...
To be continued...