"Thank you, Lord Palace!"
The aura on the black robe disappeared again.
"I found out about you. Now I want you to complete something. You and Mo Wentian come from the same family!"
"I want you to follow Mo Wentian!"
"What?"
Hearing this, a cry of surprise came from the black robe, the breath fluctuated, and the void became terrifyingly silent for a moment!
"Yes, Palace Master!"
After a long time, the black robe knelt on the ground again.
"Go!"
"yes!"
The black robe slowly disappeared into the darkness.
"Sword King Pavilion..."
"Mo Wentian..."
A faint voice sounded in the darkness.
Wentian Shendu, in the underground city.
"Boss, where is this place?"
Looking at the chaotic scene around him, Xiao Jiao's eyes instantly lit up. There were everyone around him, and there were even people selling the Nine-Star Emperor Pill!
"This is an underground exchange!"
Mo Wentian smiled slightly. He established this place with his own hands thousands of years ago. At that time, this place was the largest exchange in the Sword God Continent.
But now, this place has...
No more rules!
"A low-grade imperial weapon. This imperial weapon was used by the Wentian Sword Emperor ten thousand years ago. It contains the inheritance of the Wentian Sword Emperor. As long as there are three low-grade spiritual stones, first come, first served, one for each person!"
"Nine-star Emperor Pill, one low-grade spiritual stone after another..."
…
A series of cheers came, and for a moment, Xiao Jiao's bright eyes dimmed. Most of these things are fake...
"How could the imperial weapon and the Nine-Star Emperor Pill appear here..."
Mo Wentian grinned. A low-grade imperial weapon could not be exchanged for spiritual stones. As for the Nine-Star Emperor Pill, its value was no less than a low-grade imperial weapon.
"Sanliu Pavilion, here we are..."
At this moment, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly lit up. He saw an attic appearing not far away. This attic was extremely quiet. When people around him walked past this attic!
It is automatically bypassed!
"Boss, what is this place?"
Xiaojiao asked curiously when he saw the attic.
"Sanliu Pavilion was founded by an old friend..."
There was a trace of memory in Mo Wentian's eyes. Thousands of years ago, the Sanliu Pavilion was famous in the Sword God Continent. Almost all the Sword Emperors knew about an extremely terrifying existence.
This person is the third-rate sword emperor!
A third-rate sword emperor, Mo Wentian doesn’t know where this person comes from, but his swordsmanship is truly third-rate, but the third-rate swordsmanship is in his hands...
But you can display it, look at how terrifying your emperor-level swordsmanship is!
"Third-rate brother, I don't know if you have become a sword god or..."
"A handful of loess!"
Mo Wentian sighed, and then walked towards the Third-rate Pavilion. The Third-rate Pavilion was still there, so even if the Third-rate Sword Emperor died, he must have left behind a legacy.
"Clang!"
In front of the door, Mo Wentian knocked lightly.
"who?"
A low shout came, the door opened, and an old woman appeared in front of Mo Wentian. The old woman was ordinary, and there was nothing about her...
The slightest breath!
"Both of you, please leave. Sanliu Pavilion is not doing business today!"
The old woman looked at Mo Wentian and said kindly.
"No business!"
Mo Wentian frowned slightly, then smiled and said, "Are there any third-rate demon masters left?"
"Control the devil..."
The old woman's expression changed slightly, and then she said in a deep voice: "You two, please come in!"
"Thank you!"
Mo Wentian slightly cupped his hands and stepped into the Sanliu Pavilion.
"Boss, what is a third-rate demon master?"
Xiao Jiao lay on Mo Wentian's back and couldn't help but ask.
"Third-rate demon master..."
Mo Wentian smiled slightly, and then said: "This third-rate sword emperor, do you think he is really practicing third-rate swordsmanship?"
"no?"
Xiaojiao looked puzzled.
"A third-rate sword emperor. Even I have to be a little afraid of him during the period of victory. The third-rate magic scripture this person cultivates can break the demonic realm with his sword power!"
"Slave the demons from outside the territory, sacrifice the sword with the blood of the demons, and make the swordsmanship stronger!"
Mo Wentian said in a deep voice.
"Slave the alien demons..."
Xiao Jiao's eyes were full of shock. It was rumored that outside the Sword God Continent, there was an endless extraterritorial land. In the extraterritorial land, demons were in power!
Even the peak sword emperor would not dare to break into this extraterrestrial place.
Unexpectedly, this third-rate sword emperor actually used his sword skills to control demons and sacrificed his sword with demon blood. Such a terrifying scene was so arrogant!
"Who is your Excellency?"
The Sanliu Pavilion is a bit dark, and the walls are painted with various wonderful patterns. These patterns include devils with horns and monsters with three arms...
"I don't want to ask the sky!"
Mo Wentian, the old woman, slightly arched her hands.
"I'm a third-rate person and don't want to get involved in worldly affairs. If you have anything to do, please leave. If you want a demon..."
"Then come back in a month!"
The old woman looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.
"Unwilling to participate in worldly affairs..."
Mo Wentian paused slightly. The same was true for the third-rate Sword Emperor back then. He lived a carefree life and was not concerned about the world, but he didn't know the end...
"Wentian has come to ask for two things!"
"The first thing I want to know is, has the third-rate sword emperor become a sword god?"
Looking at the old woman, Mo Wentian asked in a deep voice.
"Sword God..."
The old woman trembled, then shook her head and said: "How difficult it is to be the Sword God. In the past ten thousand years, only two sword gods, Li Tian and Qing Yushang, have appeared in our Sword God Continent!"
"As for the ancestors..."
The old man suddenly stopped.
"What's up with him?"
Mo Wentian asked quickly.
"My ancestor had only one good friend in his life. I recorded it in my third-rate lineage. The third-rate ancestor's friend disappeared, and the ancestor went to look for it..."
"Go find it!"
Mo Wentian's body trembled, and he quickly asked: "What happened next..."
"The ancestor never appeared again!"
The old man shook his head slightly, looked at Mo Wentian, and the old woman spoke again: "The ancestors have taught us, if he doesn't come back..."
"We must not participate in worldly affairs!"
"Don't get involved in worldly affairs!"
Mo Wentian took a deep breath. The third-rate sword emperor actually went to look for him and disappeared. In this way, the whereabouts of the third-rate sword emperor...
Unknown now!
"Third-rate brother, I hope you are fooled..."
Mo Wentian muttered to himself, when he died, if a third-rate person killed the Emperor's Sword Sect, wouldn't it be...
"The second thing is, I want a demon!"
Looking at the old woman, Mo Wentian smiled.
"Devil..."
The old woman frowned and then said: "The old man only goes outside the territory once a year, and he needs to stay outside the territory for a month each time!"
"He just entered the outside world this time. If you want the devil..."
"Are there no other demons?"
Mo Wentian frowned slightly. After a month, he would have no choice but to buy some slaves.
Now the Sword King Pavilion is at the forefront, and some ordinary slaves are dying at every turn. In this case, it's not...
"The devil is really gone, but..."
"But what?"
Mo Wentian's eyes lit up.
"Three years ago, the old man went outside the territory and captured a little girl. The little girl was fair and fair. She didn't look like a demon!"
"But her physique has reached the level of an ordinary imperial weapon!"
The old woman looked at Mo Wentian and said with a smile.
"Little girl..."
Mo Wentian paused slightly, but he didn't care about the little dragon on Mo Wentian's shoulder. The little girl would at least not call him...
Off to dispose of the body!
"Boss, yes, yes..."
Xiaojiao said quickly.
He was afraid that Mo Wentian wouldn't be able to buy enough!
"I wonder if you can let me take a look?"
Mo Wentian glared at Xiaojiao fiercely, and then said to the old woman.
"Your Excellency, wait a moment!"
The old woman smiled slightly, and after a moment, the old woman appeared again, but this time, a jade bottle appeared in the old woman's hand!
"This demon is trapped in this jade bottle!"
The old woman made a seal, and the next moment, a figure appeared in front of Mo Wentian. This person was quite handsome, and more importantly...
She also has a pair of pointed ears and two little teeth sticking out, which also looks extremely cute.
"Boss, can she lift the body..."
Xiaojiao looked at the little girl and couldn't help but said.
"I don't know this..."
Mo Wentian shook his head slightly, but a glimmer of light flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes. This woman looked extremely weak, but her vitality was not low.
The old woman was right, this demon had a physique comparable to that of an imperial weapon.
"I woke up… "
While the three of them were talking, the little girl finally woke up, opened her dazed eyes, looked at Mo Wentian, and then at the old woman!
"what's your name?"
Looking at the confused little girl, Mo Wentian said in a deep voice.
"My name is Sophie!"
Little girl, come naturally.
"We want this demon. Is this enough to exchange for?"
Mo Wentian's hand flashed with light, and a Jin Emperor Pill appeared in his hand.
"Emperor Pill..."
The old woman's eyes flashed with light, and her expression instantly became more solemn when she looked at Mo Wentian.
"Your Excellency is the Alchemy Emperor?"
"That's right!"
Mo Wentian nodded.
"make a deal!"
The old woman put away the Jin Emperor Pill.
"Little Jiao, let's go!"
With a soft drink, Mo Wentian made a seal, Yu Ping put the little girl away again, and the two of them left the Sanliu Pavilion.