The capital is Yanxi City.

The palace of the city lord.

Training room.

The sea of ​​​​fire was surging and extremely fierce, burning the entire room.

The city lord Zu stood in the fire with his upper body exposed, and slowly swung his hammers. Each move was simple and clear, but they were all filled with terrifying power, causing the space to tremble.

Suddenly, he turned to look at the door of the training room and asked, "What's the matter?"

Outside the door, the middle-aged monk from before was kneeling on one knee, holding a letter with blood on the bottom, and said in a deep voice:

"The city lord, Pei Ling, the holy son of Chongming Sect, sent a letter of war..."

When the city lord heard this, he immediately stopped practicing, released his hammers, stretched out his hands, and the letter of war immediately appeared in his fingers.

He read the content of the war letter calmly, without any surprise on his face. Pei Ling challenged the Emperor of the Liuhu Dynasty. After defeating the emperor, he went directly to the boundary of Yanxi City, obviously intending to come over and continue to challenge him!

He has been waiting for this letter of challenge for several days!

The city lord asked: "Who sent the letter of war?"

The middle-aged monk said: "She is a female cultivator from the Tiansheng Cult. Judging from the aura of her skills, she should be Pei Ling's cauldron."

Born to teach?

The city lord was slightly surprised, but soon realized that challenging the emperor of the Liuhu Dynasty and challenging him, the lord of Yanxi City, were all Pei Ling's personal plans and not the purpose of the Chongming Sect.

Otherwise, those who came to send a letter of war should be people from the Jiu Ali clan of Chongming Sect...

It seems that the news from the Liuhu Dynasty is not false at all. The purpose of Pei Ling's trip is for the great road.

There is no senior from the Chongming Sect following him.

Thinking of this, the city lord thought for a moment and said: "The location of this battle will be Wuwangze."

"That place is desolate and remote, and no innocent people will be harmed."

"As for the time...it will be set in three days."

The middle-aged monk clasped his fists and said, "Yes!"

Seeing that the city lord had no other instructions, he resigned and left.

In the training room, the sea of ​​fire was still burning, weakly tempering the city lord's body.

He looked at the letter of challenge in his hand, his expression gradually becoming serious.

Wenren Taishang Elder went to challenge Pei Ling, and he should have been defeated.

Otherwise, this letter of challenge would not have been sent...

The supreme elders of the nine major sects are basically in the middle stage of Hedao, or even in the late stage of Hedao.

Wenren Taishang Elder’s cultivation level is in the middle stage of Hedao!

Although he did not have a clan-suppressing magic weapon on his body, with his cultivation level, he was still defeated by Pei Ling. Pei Ling's strength would only be stronger than that of a monk in the middle stage of Hedao!

Yes, the other party has definitely merged with the Tao, and he should also have merged with the Tao of All Living Beings and the Tao of Heaven and Earth at the same time!

This battle is extremely dangerous, but we must not lose!

Thinking of this, the city lord immediately took out a special transmission note to activate it.

After a while, a familiar voice sounded from the talisman: "City Lord, I lost...

This voice was hoarse, tired, and slightly emotional, which was exactly what he heard.

The city lord didn't have any surprises and said immediately: "Wenren Taishang Elder, are you seriously injured?"

Wenren Lingse said: "Most of the injuries have been recovered. Once the treatment is completed, we will rush back to Yanxi City immediately.

The city lord nodded slightly and immediately said: "It is our sect's rule that the city lord changes every five hundred years. I am in charge of Yanxi City.

It has been more than three hundred years. Regardless of victory or defeat in this battle, the next city lord must be decided first."

"Young City Lord Xin Yaxiu is still young and his cultivation level is too low to be able to take on the overall situation."

"The other Supreme Elders who have not been in seclusion for a long time, or have a temperament like idle clouds and wild cranes, do not like worldly affairs; some are obsessed with elixirs and other methods, and have no time to pay attention; or are too rigid and do not know how to adapt... They are not suitable to take over the position of city lord."

"Only Wenren, the Supreme Elder, once took charge of the transition from disaster to disaster. He was able to control the situation and was upright.

Regardless of his cultivation or character, he is the best choice."

"After this battle, I would like to ask the Supreme Elder to take charge of Yanxi City on your behalf."

"Wait until Yaxiu is strong enough, then assist."

After saying this, the city lord didn't give Wenren Lingse a chance to reply and directly ended the message transmission.

The runes on the transmission talisman immediately began to flicker and emit a faint glow. It was obvious that Wenren Lingse had activated the talisman and wanted to continue the call.

The city lord didn't hesitate and immediately crushed the transmission note into pieces.

Then, he ordered: "Come in!"

Soon, a handsome young man wearing armor strode into the training room.

The sea of ​​​​fire that originally filled the room suddenly disappeared when it appeared, revealing a simple and spacious stone room.

The young man bowed and saluted, saying: "Master!"

The city lord looked at him, and with a thought in his mind, a black token suddenly appeared in his hand. The front of the token was engraved with cloud seals.

The word "Yanxi" is surrounded by thunder patterns, and on the reverse side is a giant ax with a violent aura, like thunder falling from the sky.

He let go of his hand, and the token was immediately held up by a force and flew in front of the young man.

The young man was puzzled and said: "Master, this is...

The city lord stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly: "After three days, give this city lord's order to the Supreme Elder Wenren.

"According to the rules of our sect, after I left, you were supposed to take over as the city lord."

"But your cultivation level is too low, and these are troubled times, and the demon sect is rampant."

"You can't sit still in this position of city lord."

“Practice diligently from now on.”

"In the future, when your cultivation reaches a high level, I heard that the Supreme Elder will pass on the position of City Lord to you."

The young man Xin Yaxiu listened silently and immediately saluted: "Yes! Disciple, I obey."

The city lord nodded slightly, then took a step forward, leaving the training room and appearing in a vast stone palace.

This stone palace seems to have been carved out of the mountain with great magic power. It has a rough style and simple furnishings. However, any living being who enters this place will not have the intention to pay attention to the stone palace itself, but

You will be immediately attracted by the dazzling array of weapons.

Swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, sticks, sticks, spears and rakes. All kinds of weapons are suspended in the air. The sharp edges of the forest are refracted like scales. It is vast and swallows thousands of miles, as if it is a sea formed by the confluence of sharp blades.

The ocean is full of willfulness, and the evil spirit is rising into the sky!

The city lord calmly walked into the sea of ​​soldiers.

The breath of life triggered the instinctive sharpness of the weapons, and thousands of sharp blades moved together like a school of fish, pointing at the city lord one after another.

Immediately, endless sharp edges rushed towards him, as if the city lord was going to be chopped into a mincemeat in the next moment.

The city lord remained unmoved and strode forward.

If the sea of ​​soldiers stirs up waves, they use them as arrows to push towards the depths layer by layer. The bright and cold light surges, splashes, and roars like a mountain.

As the city lord goes deeper, there are fewer and fewer weapons around, but the power and determination contained in them are getting stronger and stronger.

Unknowingly, he seemed to have reached the end of the sea of ​​soldiers, and there was nothing around him.

The city lord kept walking and continued to move forward. After walking for a long time, a weapon finally appeared in the void in front of him.

It was a huge ax as tall as a mountain!

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