What Zong Shou paid most attention to was still the Yin Dragon. I watched it carefully for a long time, but I couldn't detect its location.
Instead, he saw countless evil spirits in the mist, baring their teeth and claws at him. There is greed for the flesh and blood of victory, but also fear and intimidation.
Calculating the time, this should be the time when the Yin Dragon is sleeping and can enter.
Looking around, if it had been in the past, there would have been at least twenty military towns in Qiantian Mountain, stationed here permanently to expel the monks.
But not long ago, it was just because he had to fight against the Thousand Cities Alliance, and then he went around to attack various cities. The garrison here was all transferred to him, and they still have not returned.
At this time, there were hundreds of monks gathered at the edge of the valley. His eyes were expectant, but he was also wary of the remaining spiritual taboos in the valley, as well as those evil things.
Some people who thought they were strong and courageous already broke in without any regard.
But often after just a moment, a few screams can be heard in the mist, which is horrifying.
When Lei Dong saw this, he sneered slightly: "How audacious! This place. Even if the spiritual formation has been broken, you and I don't dare to enter rashly. These people are good, hey! As the saying goes, people die for wealth, and birds die for food-"
Zong Shou also shook his head slightly, took a few steps suddenly, and stood in the middle of the Xuanyin Valley. Then there was a surge of sword intent that rushed hundreds of miles away.
The monks around him were all surprised. The sword pressed out, the clouds surged wildly, and countless evil things surrounded the mist. Most of the people on the edge of Yinlong Valley were suppressed and took several steps back, unable to move forward any closer.
Then they all looked at where the sword intention came from and applied it to Zong Shou.
Then, a series of exclamations were heard one after another at the edge of the Yin Dragon Valley.
"This is Qian Tianzong Shou!"
"That demon king in Qiantian Mountain?"
"Is he the sect leader who unified Donglin, completely destroyed the Shangxiao Xuanling Sect, and caused the fall of Shenxiao? So young—"
"He is indeed here—"
"This is the pinnacle of sword intent! The first of the six swords -"
Zong Shou raised his eyebrows, glanced at everyone here coldly, and then waved his sleeves indifferently.
"Everyone below the seventh level! Those who are not my Qiantian subjects can go back!"
Although he regards the Yin Dragon Valley as private property, the spiritual treasures here may not necessarily fall into his pocket.
If they are one of their own people, it would be nice to get them. But the premise is that these people are indeed people from Yunlu in the east and have no relationship with the sects. Even if you don't want to serve Qian Tianshan, it doesn't matter. Today, as long as you think you are a citizen of Qiantian and want to enter the industry, you can form a cause and effect, and you can think of ways to recruit people in the future.
As for the seventh-level restrictions, they couldn't bear the death of these low-level monks.
Anyway, the calculation in my heart is going on.
Many of the monks at the edge were slightly startled and hesitated.
Zong Shou was too lazy to tell them any more. His sword intent rose even more in less than a breath.
- Constantly soaring, soaring, vast and brilliant!
This place is within the borders of his country, and there is no need to use sword intention or sword soul level power. Just using royal martial arts, gathering the thoughts of thousands of people, and condensing the power of the sword, you can crush all the cultivators here!
As time went by, some people with insufficient cultivation became pale and retreated one after another.
And the remaining ones who don't want to leave, even if they are as strong as the seventh level, even if they want to leave at this moment, they can no longer do so. They were all suppressed by the mighty royal sword force and were already half-kneeling on the ground.
Zong Shouze seemed to have forgotten them, as if he wanted to see his own limit, and kept increasing the pressure of the sword!
Gradually, even the rocks around the Yinlong Valley gradually couldn't bear it and began to fall apart.
Only about 20% of the casual cultivators felt the heavy pressure when they claimed to be the people of Qiantian.
Just when most people wanted to turn around and leave far away.
Above the horizon, a cold cry suddenly came from the sky: "Then even we can't enter?"
The voice was stern, with a bit of ridicule. Zong Shou squinted his eyes and looked in the direction from which the voice came.
This breath should be from the demonic people. At that moment, he drew it with ease and held a bright eighth-level sword in his hand.
"Of course you can't get in!"
To make these people retreat willingly, it seems that taking action is most likely inevitable.
But judging from the situation, it seems that it is not the Demon Heart Sect.
The voice then turned to sarcasm: "What a loud tone, I am not a citizen of your Qiantian, but I still want to try to see if I can enter the Yinlong Valley!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a red sword light suddenly flashed behind Zong Shou.
A sword flashed, and countless red lotuses immediately appeared, blooming one after another. In this place of Yinlong Valley, it seems that this sword is becoming more and more at home.
Every lotus flower blooms and absorbs the power of countless ghosts here. Then the lotus heart was filled with pure black karma fire.
"Karma Fire Red Lotus!"
Lei Dong and Jin Buhui were both slightly startled. They both knew that although this kind of flame was not a pure karmic fire, it was extremely difficult to deal with. Gathered by the power of resentment, it not only destroys weapons, but also infects the soul of the body.
It is also the most restrained, the royal secret martial arts!
Just as he was about to say something to remind him, Zong Shou raised his eyebrows. Then he didn't take it to heart, holding the three-foot green peak in his hand, he slashed behind him with a sword arc in an extremely casual manner.
When the two blade shadows collided, the entire world suddenly expanded outwards, making a loud roar.
Even the sound of the clash of weapons was muffled.
Then the red sword shadow collapsed first, turning into thousands of fragments and scattered one after another.
As for the black karma fire, it completely disappeared in the air before it had time to flutter.
It seemed as if it was completely swallowed up by something.
A figure suddenly appeared thousands of feet away from Zong Shou. The whole person was thrown away into the distance.
His mouth was bleeding, and his eyes were filled with surprise. He seemed to be wondering why the Black Lotus Karmic Fire didn't work at all. He yelled angrily: "You two, why don't you come out!"
There was no sound in the sky, a dead silence.
When he saw Zong Shou, his eyes as cold as a knife glanced over. He couldn't help but feel more horrified, and said in panic: "You dare to kill me? I am the third generation descendant of the Demon Lotus Palace, what the hell are you—"
But he saw that Zong Shou was already stabbing with his sword without any expression, and he still did it casually. But it came from the sky and hit directly between the eyebrows.
The man roared wildly, gave up his plan to beg for mercy, and suddenly took out a long knife. Thousands of sword shadows suddenly erupted, blocking all the space in front of him.
But at this time, no matter how fast his sword shadow was, he could not stop the sword light.
There are no changes, only that overwhelming, completely irresistible power!
Smash, smash, smash again!
Defeat and disperse all the sword shadows! Then the tip of the sword hit the forehead of the young man in red.
"Anyone who violates Gu Gu's will will be punished! Eh?"
There was a cry of surprise when Zong Shou withdrew his sword. The young man's body did not fall into the mist as originally intended. Instead, it broke into pieces and exploded into countless flesh and blood powder.
It's not that something else happened, but that his control of his own power was extremely poor, which led to this situation.
After the establishment of the country, plus the other thirty provinces bordering Yunlu to the east, there were four billion people.
The royal energy that Zong Shou can summon is naturally soaring, ten times more than before.
Naturally, it is becoming increasingly difficult to control it.
In the past few decades, Zhoushu has been accelerating, and it seems that the effect is not too great.
"It seems like it will take some time to stabilize—"
This thought passed through his mind, and Zong Shou immediately stopped caring about it. Since you can't defeat the enemy with skill for the time being, you should first use force to overwhelm him.
Anyway, at this time, he also has such capital.
After killing the beast, Zong Shou smiled half-heartedly and looked forward: "You two can come out now! Could it be that you don't agree with what Gu Zhi said?"
The reason why his eyes were unfocused was because he knew that these two people were not in this position at all.
Sure enough, after a moment, two figures appeared one after another. A thin figure with a sickly pale complexion, but he was wearing black clothes, making his face look more and more like a dead person.
The other one was also in his twenties and had a strong body. At this time, his eyes flickered and he looked over coldly. But in his eyes, there was mostly fear, surprise, and caution.
"Your Majesty, you are joking! The Shangxiao Sect will be destroyed if you don't agree, and the disciples of the Demon Lotus Sect will be killed if they want. How can we two dare to offend easily?"
The person who spoke was the young man with a dead face, and then he asked with a smile: "I just want to discuss with you, are you really unable to be accommodating?"
Zong Shou heard this voice and it was the person speaking from the Demon Heart Sect on the top of Shangxiao Mountain that day, but he also smiled.
"Should we discuss it? Okay, accommodation is not impossible!"
There was no intention to truly occupy this place alone. The Yinlong Valley is very large. Only the Qiantianshan family and the casual cultivators here would not be able to explore even one percent of it when the Yinlong wakes up.
Many spiritual formation restrictions can only be broken by relying on the power of these sects.
"It's just that your Demonic Heart Sect can only take 20% of what you get from Yinlong Valley!"
In other words, after working hard inside, 80% of all the proceeds must be handed over to them, Qian Tianshan.
The dead man's face fell silent for a moment. This condition was too harsh.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally said: "Your Majesty, it doesn't look like you want to discuss it—"
When Zong Shou heard this, he rolled his eyes: "Who will discuss this with you? If you don't want to, just get out of here!"
No matter how deep the palace was, that dead-faced young man could not help but burst into rage at this moment. If it had been anyone else, he would have slashed it with one sword.
But what happened to be in front of him was Zong Shou—
The first among the Six Ultimate Swords, Zong Shou who destroyed the Xuanling Sect in Shangxiao. Zong Shou whose swordsmanship can withstand the spirit realm. Zong Shou who has four thousand Blood Cloud Riders and is the Demon King of Qian Tian!
Sighing slightly, the young man was about to agree, but there was another sneer from the distance: "The ruins of Yinlong Valley were built by the ancestors of the ancient human race. They are the property of everyone in the world. When did they become your private property in Qiantian Mountain?"