The finest grade agarwood evacuated in the jade furnace in the curl of cigarettes, making this ancient hall shrouded in a psychedelic haze.
The hall is very old, and every piece of furnishings is filled with an ancient atmosphere. The magical soldiers used by the legendary heroes, the treasures that have disappeared in historical records, the various magical creature specimens hung on the pillars,
This place seems to be the main hall of the palace filled with all kinds of rare, and it is like a nest where dragons accumulate treasures.
In the center of this Qibao-listed hall, there is a huge white seat covered with several layers of tiger skins.
On that seat full of power and majesty lies an old man, his dry skin and bones almost make people mistakenly think that he is a long-dried skeleton.
This old man, who looks like a dying old man, looks like the roots of a tree of dried up Populus for thousands of years, but an awe-inspiring aura envelops his body. Every wrinkle is filled with ancient desires, and his gaze is like a battlefield. The setting sun is cloudy and blazing.
It was like a rough god who had squeezed the purest supernatural power into the human-shaped body, creating this old man whose breath would detonate the deepest fear of others.
With his eyes closed, the old man grabbed a few translucent crystal peanuts from the porcelain plate with his thin fingers like hooks and put them into his mouth. The mellow aroma immediately filled the hall from between his lips and teeth.
The old man chewed with endless aftertaste, and then shook his head comfortably, sending out a *like compliment: "Well...the peanuts grown on Danbi jade are the most delicious..."
"Smelly old man, he knows that he is staying at home to eat and eat, somehow go out and bask in the sun! Isn't you afraid of declining immunity at such a large age?" The young swordsman sat on a beam of pure gold and jade, looking condescendingly. Old man.
The old man opened his eyes slightly and smiled and said to the young swordsman: "You prodigal son, you have been away secretly for two years, just talk to your father like this when you get home?"
The young swordsman said disapprovingly: "Ha! Who told you to always keep me out of the black market of ghosts and ghosts?"
The old man sat up and said to the young swordsman: "That's because you are not strong enough!"
The young swordsman said angrily: "Father! I'm four hundred years old, and I have reached the age of adulthood for our clan. Why do you still treat me as a fragile child?!"
"You are fooling around!" The old man suddenly let out a low and thick roar, even the light in the hall dimmed with his unmatched power, and the young swordsman felt his whole body sank because of his father's irresistible pressure.
The old man knocked over the porcelain plate disappointingly, and the priceless jade peanuts spilled on the ground with a crisp and sweet sound.
The old man looked at his son in extreme disappointment. He raised his head and sighed, "You melon baby! I know what you have done in the past two years!"
The young swordsman was startled and exclaimed dissatisfiedly: "Father, did you send someone to watch me?"
The old man’s expression was full of heavy reproaches: "We have been passed down exclusively for tens of thousands of years. What if you, the only heir to the black market of ghosts and ghosts, make a mistake outside? Do you want me, a terrible old man who is thousands of years old! Huh? Go find another spouse and give birth to another?"
The young swordsman said aggrievedly: "Father, my one-shot technique has been accomplished! Since you are monitoring me, you should know that I have defeated many first-class masters in the past two years outside!"
"First-class masters?" The old man's eyes flashed contemptuously: "The few you defeated are all nine-rate goods, and their reputations are blown out! The real first-class masters are all hidden, from The hidden dragons and crouching tigers who do not easily reveal themselves! Just like...the seven demon crusaders of the Conviction Alliance!" His eyes were far-reaching and solemn, as if he was looking at the past years.
The young swordsman said unbearably: "It's the demon crusader of the Conviction Alliance again! Dad, I don't know why you are always afraid of those people?!"
The old man pressed his chest, as if recalling some terrible experience: "Because... If the ghost black market is destroyed one day, it must be done by the Conviction Alliance!"
The young swordsman said: "How is that possible? Dad, the founder of the Conviction Alliance, didn’t you make the deal with our ancestors? The underworld executioners must abide by that vow. They can never get involved in the black market. of!"
"Naive!" said the old man hating iron and steel: "You live four hundred years, not as far-sighted as a forty-year-old human! Our ghost black market has always been a thorn in the heart of the conviction alliance! This is just like you let The extremely hungry tiger will guard the shop for you, and it is like a butcher shop. Sooner or later, they will be intolerable and go into full-scale war with us! This is just a matter of time. It may be a hundred years later, or it may be a hundred years. Ten thousand years later..."
"Huh! I'm afraid they won't make it?!" The young swordsman looked lingering, and his belligerent mood was about to move.
The old man looked at his confident and arrogant son and let out a heavy sigh: "Four hundred years ago...you were not born yet. The black market of gods and ghosts was invaded by a black-clothed boy, and this man approached here and rushed to encircle him at that time. His..." He took a deep breath: "The werewolf patriarch was torn off his spine... the leopard patriarch was stripped of his body! The cat patriarch... he blasted his internal organs out of his body with a punch! The whole clan was annihilated in a blink of an eye! If I hadn't taken the shot in time, I am afraid that the patriarch of Bunny would have been replaced by a new one, right?"
A plain narration without emotional ups and downs, but a tragic and thrilling scene!
The young swordsman took a deep breath: "What?! I never knew that this kind of thing had happened again! The chief patriarchs are all masters who can definitely run across the world. Who has this kind of power?!"
"This kind of power? Not to mention the heavy casualties of the few subhumans..." The old man laughed lightly to himself: "Even your father and me-Duclaw! The host of the gods and ghosts black market! He almost died under his fist! "
The young knife man was shocked: "This... can't... Oh~~~" He suddenly laughed stiffly: "Smelly old man, you are making up stories to scare me again!"
Duclaw's voice was a bit dry: "This boy in black, later joined the Conviction League..."
The smile of the young swordsman was frozen on his face: "Then...what is he..."
Duclaw's face was extremely solemn, and even the temperature of the air here dropped sharply. He said in a very gloomy tone: "He is the Conviction Alliance, the most violent'Devil Fist' among the Seven Great Demon Crusaders!"
"Fist of the Demon God..." The young swordsman slowly read the name that made the treacherous people want to die: "Is he really so powerful?"
Duclaw thoughtfully: "If you use your father's current strength, if you fight with him...maybe you can kill him at the price of a leg?" He said earnestly, "Lin'er, those'first-class masters you defeated' ', at most, it is just opening a small school, collecting some apprentices to earn a small amount of money, only to close the door and come from the boasting clown. But there are seven monsters like the Fist of the Demon God, there are a total of seven in the Conviction League! Now you know why Dad is so afraid of them, right?"
The young swordsman Dulin carried the long sword on his shoulders, and his falcon-like eyes flashed: "I understand! No matter how powerful his demon crusader is? As long as the Crime Suppression Alliance dares to break the contract and commit the crime, we will immediately take the ancestors. The fortune sold to them is recovered! At that time, the Conviction Alliance will perish on its own due to the curse of the evil god, and it will be our gods and ghosts who win the final victory!"
"You are a little bit brainy at last, but still a little immature! This trick must be kept until the end, otherwise we may not be able to resist the conviction alliance once the trapped beast strikes!" Duclaw sighed, "Oh, It makes me heavy, let's change the subject!" He crossed his legs on the huge seat and looked at his son with a smile: "What do you want?"
Dulin frowned: "What do you want?"
Duclaw’s laughter was full of teasing at his son: "You Guazi, I haven’t been in this hall a few times since I am sensible. Every time I come, I ask for money or treasure. Let’s say, this time I want to find it again. What do I want your father?"
Dulin shook the hilt impatiently: "Don't think of me as a trash who only knows that Dad asks for money, OK? I'm here for business this time!"
The single-claw raised his eyebrows, and said in surprise: "Oh? My son who only knows to fight all the time is going to talk about business? Well, I am very relieved to be a father! What can you say!"
"I'm fighting all day long? I'm not a berserker!" Monosquan nostril snorted and said, "The first thing, I came in from the road outside in the forest, and found that Pera's family had been killed! Judging from the traces , He is quite brave!"
Duclaw blinked: "I know this. The murderer has sent someone to investigate it."
Dulin gave a playful smile: "Father, you don't need to investigate the murderer, because I have already found this person!"
Duclaw was slightly startled: "Huh? How did you find him?"
Duqin curled his lips: "It's pure coincidence! I only found him while watching the show. He has a strong smell of Turner's blood on his body, and his body and footwork are in line with the traces of the scene, so I conclude that he It's the guy who killed our gatekeeper!"
Duclaw looked at Dulin with a deep gaze, and asked, "Look at what you look like...Is this murderer alive now?"
Dulin nodded: "Well, I'm still alive!"
Duclaw exudes a frightening aura: "Then he will not live tomorrow!"
"Ha! Hey!" Dulin pointed at Duclaw with a long knife and threatened half-jokingly: "Smelly old man, I am very interested in that old man. If you dare to move his hair, be careful that I turn your face with you. Oh!"
Duclaw looked at Dulin, and his eyes were filled with helpless doting: "You melon baby...well, let him have a life! What about the other thing?"
Dulin smiled and said: "Hey...that...daddy, I beat up the *cock of the Rossi family!" He quickly added: "Of course there is a reason!"
"Hahahahaha!" Duclaw suddenly laughed: "The Rossi family in a small area? This is also a problem?! My Duclaw's son! The prince of the gods and ghosts of the black market! He will beat anyone who wants to beat him, and whoever he wants to kill. Kill someone! Hahahahaha..."
Dulin also raised his head and laughed wildly: "Hahahaha! The smelly old man, I know you would say that! Hahahaha!"
The father and son of the King’s Landing Gods and Ghosts Black Market laughed relatively wildly, and the laughter of Ba Ao Wushuang echoed back in the night sky of neon circulation for a long time... (End of this chapter)