The Blood God Cult is a dark place, entrenched in the north of the Santamar Land, backed by Juegu Snow Mountain. The weather is severely cold and is shrouded in a white ice and snow all year round.

The Immortal Sea is actually a thousand-mile ice lake located at the foot of Juegu Snow Mountain. It is the place where the cultivation of the Haiming Dharma King, one of the four kings of the Blood God Sect.

No matter how cold the weather is, Xianming Sea has never frozen. The color of the lake looks quite blue. Looking down from the sky, it is like a sapphire placed on white paper.

At night, there were colorful spiritual energy in the lake, which evaporated, making a thousand miles acres of radius turn into a blessed land of immortals.

At this moment, on Kongcheng Island in the center of Xianming Sea, a man in black black clothes held up a coffin with one hand, walked through the suspended bridge, and walked straight into the Dharma King Hall.

"I've seen Elder Blue Night."

The two young women standing on both sides of the gate of the Dharma King Hall immediately knelt down on one knee and saluted the man in black, with a very respectful expression.

Both of them have quite beautiful faces, and at the same time, their cultivation level has reached the ninth change of fish and dragons. They are close servants of the Dharma King of the Sea and the Darkness. They have a considerable status in the Immortal Sea, but they still have to salute the man in black.

It can be seen from this that the identity of the man in black is definitely quite impressive.

In the Hall of the Dharma King, there was no one else except the man in black. Only thirty-six holy blood oil lamps were still on, emitting bright light, making his appearance gradually clear.

This person, named Lan Ye, is the thirteenth disciple of the Haiming Dharma King and an elder of the Blood God Sect.

Lan Ye looks nearly thirty years old, with a high nose bridge and sharp eyes, giving people a feeling of being both lean and a little gloomy.

Lan Ye's palm gently pushed, and the heavy metal coffin, like a piece of thin paper, gently fell to the center of the Dharma King's Hall without any sound.

"Master, this is Sun Chengyi's corpse. The disciple found him from Wanzang Valley. His body was divided into eight pieces and has now been completely spliced ​​back." Lan Ye said in a very indifferent tone.

In the Dharma King's Hall, the flames of the thirty-six holy blood oil lamps were slightly slanted, and the light flashed quickly.

A somewhat old and magnificent voice sounded out of thin air: "Sun Chengyi is Lao Liu's most proud disciple. He is less than a hundred years old, but he has reached the third-level half-saint. He is the best candidate. Unexpectedly, even he failed to gain a foothold in the Youzi Tiangong and eventually died of a bad life."

Immediately afterwards, there was a long sigh.

Lan Ye looked at the empty black seat at the top of the hall, and spoke to the air, saying, "Even Sun Chengyi died tragically. Sending other juniors over there is probably a dead end."

There was silence in the Dharma King's Hall.

After a while, the majestic voice sounded again, "There is a shocking secret hidden in the endless abyss. However, the leader sent the Youzi Tiangong to guard the outskirts of the abyss. No one in the church, including the church members, could get close to the past."

"Three hundred years ago, the cultivation of our four kings was only one line weaker than the leader. However, in the past three hundred years, the leader's cultivation has made rapid progress, leaving the four of us far behind, becoming the well-deserved first person in the Blood God Sect, and no one can check or balance him anymore."

Lan Ye raised his head, with a strange light in his eyes, and said, "Master doubts that the leader can achieve his current achievements, which is related to the secret of the endless abyss?"

"That's right. Because, the Heavenly Palace of Youzi began to station on the periphery of the endless abyss three hundred years ago and completely blocked it. No one except the leader can get close to the past. How could such a coincidence happen?"

Then, the majestic voice became very sharp, with a strong obsession, saying: "No matter how great the sacrifice is, I must explore the secret of the endless abyss. As long as I master that secret, I will have the opportunity to become the Four** Kings."

Lan Ye said: "But, with Sun Chengyi, our Xianming Sea has lost twelve semi-saint heroes. Among the third generation of disciples, it is difficult to choose a suitable candidate. If you choose another semi-saint and enter the Heavenly Palace of Youzi, it may not be trustworthy. If you expose your master's intentions and let the leader know it, it will be a big trouble."

What Lan Ye said was also the thing that King Haiming was most worried and distressed.

The Dharma King of Haiming accepted 14 disciples, the third, fourth and fifth generations, and countless disciples and grandchildren. Among them, some amazing heroes emerged. They broke through to the semi-saint realm at a young age and became the overlord of one side.

For example, Sun Chengyi, who was lying in the coffin, is the disciple of Li Shigong, the sixth disciple of the Dharma King of Haiming, and is also the best among the third generation of disciples.

Sixty years ago, the Dharma King of Haiming sent heroes from his disciples and grandchildren to the Heavenly Palace of Youzi to help him find out the secrets of the endless abyss.

However, the disciples who entered the Heavenly Palace of Youzi either disappeared or died, and no one could survive.

The third generation disciple, who has reached the semi-saint realm, is almost dead and can never find a suitable candidate.

Dharma King Haimin has lived for six hundred years and his life is about to end. Only by breaking through to a higher level can he prolong his life. Therefore, he is very eager to find out the secrets of the endless abyss.

Could it be that you have to take a risk and explore the endless abyss in person?

"Wow!"

At this moment, a blood-red mist poured in from outside the door and appeared beside Lan Ye, condensing into a figure covered with blood robe.

The man in the blood robe has a tall and thin figure, but his face is hidden under the blood robe. He can't see his age, appearance, and gender clearly, which makes him look quite mysterious.

"Master, Senior Brother Gu Yan's son, I want to ask to see you." The man in the blood robe looked a little ethereal, like a man and a woman, like an old and a young man, giving him a feeling of incomprehensibility.

Immediately, the man in the blood robe unfolded a roll of imperial edict, and a holy energy surged out of his sleeves, wrapped the imperial edict, beat it out, and flew to the bronze table.

"Chichi!"

Straws of blood-red silk thread condensed out of thin air, gathered at the top of the Dharma King Hall, and condensed into an old man wearing a sea-blue robe.

It is a holy soul clone of the Dharma King of the Sea and the Underworld.

"Gu Yan's son?"

The Dharma King of Haiming glanced at the imperial edict on the table, and showed a thoughtful look on his face. Finally, he remembered that when the ninth disciple Gu Yan came to Xianming Sea, he did ask for a volume of imperial edict for his son.

At that time, the Dharma King of Haiming ran the Blood Dragon Hall in Gu Yan and paid a lot of spiritual crystals and elixirs, so he agreed.

Gu Yan's son, the Dharma King of Haiming, actually has some reflections.

That kid has a good qualification. At the beginning, the Dharma King of Haiming kept him in the Immortal Sea for a while and was preparing to train him carefully. He might have achieved great success in the future.

Who knew that the boy was so arrogant that he had been in the Immortal Sea for three days before he put a close servant of the Dharma King of the Sea and the Dao of the Sea and the Dark.

Although the Dharma King of Haiming was quite angry, he thought that Gu Yan could save his wealth in the Blood Dragon Palace, so he did not deal with the Blood Dragon Master. He found a reason to drive him out of the Immortal Sea and return to Yuan Mansion.

Of course, that close servant had also been sentenced to death by the Dharma King of Haiming.

"What's that guy doing in Xianming Sea?"

The Haiming Dharma King looked a little unhappy, but he thought that his ninth disciple Gu Yan was of great value, so he summoned the Blood Dragon Prince in.

The Blood Dragon Prince, transformed by Zhang Ruochen, entered the Dharma King's Hall and immediately knelt under the Holy Soul clone of the Haiming Dharma King, and said in a crying voice: "Master, please be fair to the disciples. The disciples of the Blood Dragon Palace cannot die in vain, and the father cannot die in vain. Only you can avenge them... Cough cough..."

While speaking, Zhang Ruochen spit out a mouthful of black blood from his mouth and kept coughing, looking quite miserable.

Zhang Ruochen did not pretend to be injured, but was really seriously injured.

Even at this time, Zhang Ruochen was secretly observing the three people in the Dharma King's Hall.

The Dharma King of Haiming, sitting above, has long sea-blue waves, deep eyes and wrinkles on his face. Even if it is just a phantom, it emits a vast and boundless aura, like an unattainable holy mountain or a bottomless ocean, causing great pressure to Zhang Ruochen.

In addition, there are men in black and men in blood on the left and right sides of the hall.

The man in black should have practiced some kind of dark attribute technique, but stood there casually, and the cold air emitted would freeze the surrounding space. Any airflow would immediately dissipate within ten feet of him.

This person must be a tough character.

Another man in blood robe seemed to have no flesh and blood, just a cloud of mist, giving people a more profound and unfathomable feeling.

Obviously, none of the few people in the Dharma King’s Hall are simple characters.

Zhang Ruochen was under tremendous pressure and pretended carefully. Even if a trace of flaws were revealed, he might die in the Dharma King's Hall tonight.

The King of Haiming's eyes shrank, stared at the Blood Dragon Master kneeling below, and said coldly: "What did you say? Your father died? Who is so brave that he actually touched my disciple?"

"It's an evil monk who died of Zen Buddhism," Zhang Ruochen roared.

The King of Haiming's eyebrows jumped slightly, as if he was talking to himself: "It's actually a dead Zen sect."

If another force dares to kill the disciples of the Dao King of Haiming, the Dao King of Haiming will destroy the entire clan of the other party even for his own sake.

The Zen Sect is not an ordinary person. Although it has only been established for hundreds of years, it is powerful and has a wide range of religions all over the world. Compared with the Blood God Sect, which has a history of hundreds of thousands of years, it is probably not much weaker.

Especially the ancestor of Death Zen is a peerless and charming figure. He did not die even after taking the Queen's move. There were no such figures in the entire Kunlun world.
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