How mysterious is the Hidden Killing Hall
This is a very terrifying force. It is unknown how many years it has existed. It seems that this force hidden in the darkness has existed for a long time before the formation of the Nine Kingdoms pattern.
The Nine Kingdoms have joined forces to kill the Hidden Killing Hall many times, but after each killing, the Hidden Killing Hall will grow again like a stubborn weed.
Up to now, how big the Hidden Killing Hall is and how many killers there are are all secrets. Even Xiyue Tianwang, who has colluded with the Hidden Killing Hall, knows little about the Hidden Killing Hall.
Xiyue Tianwang also knew very well that his cooperation with Yinsha Tang was undoubtedly seeking the skin of a tiger, but he had already boarded this pirate ship, and it would be difficult to get off again.
Xiyue Tianwang once tentatively wanted to ask about the master of the Hidden Killing Hall, but no matter who he talked to in the Hidden Killing Hall, as long as it involved this aspect, he either knew nothing about it or was tight-lipped and did not disclose anything at all. Give the King of Xiyue some valuable news.
The four killers of Hidden Kill Hall are famous, and the warriors all talk about it. No one dares to talk too much about the four killers.
But even the four great killers, namely Wind, Thunder, Water, and Fire, are not the highest-ranking people in the Hidden Killing Hall.
Wind, Thunder, Water, and Fire are just the killers who kill the most people. Above them, there are more and more mysterious masters of the Hidden Killing Hall.
For example, the master of the four killers, who is called the Green Shirt Guest by some elders, is a very terrifying strong man in the Hidden Kill Hall.
The skills of the four killers were all taught by Qingshan Ke, but Qingshan Ke himself has rarely made any moves. The last time he made a move was more than a thousand years ago.
Except for the guest in green shirt, there are many mysterious and powerful people in the Hidden Killing Hall, but the leader of the Hidden Killing Hall, the person who really holds this terrifying mysterious organization in his hands, has never been shown before.
Even though all parties in the Nine Kingdoms carried out many killings, they still could not dig out the mysterious hall master.
Some people doubt whether the master of the Hidden Killing Hall really exists
Or perhaps, this so-called hall master has actually shown up before, but has not been known to anyone.
In order to track down this mysterious Hidden Killing Hall master, many forces in the Nine Kingdoms have made efforts. Whether they sent people to break into the Hidden Killing Hall or tortured the captured Hidden Killing Hall killers, various methods were used. After that, there was still no gain.
The most unimaginable thing is that even the people in the Hidden Killing Hall don't know who the so-called leader is.
Currently, the powerful figures who are relatively active in the Hidden Killing Hall are nothing more than top-notch masters from Qingshanke.
The master of the Hidden Killing Hall has become a mystery that can never be solved.
A thatched hut built in the countryside.
The hut was very simple. It seemed that as long as there was a strong wind, the hut would be overturned.
There are continuous corns planted in the fields, and they are growing well. It can be seen that the corn growers have put their thoughts into it.
Under the thatched hut, there was a dilapidated deck chair. An old man who looked as dark as an old farmer was lying on the bamboo chair, drinking coarse tea leisurely and humming an unclear country tune.
This old man has a very distinctive appearance, which may be said to be unique, but in fact, he is rather ugly.
Of course, it is not so difficult to see that it is completely unsightly. The teeth of this dark and thin old man are quite good. He looks much older. His teeth are white and neat, and none of them are missing or yellow.
Perhaps it was because the old farmer was so dark that the two rows of teeth in his mouth looked particularly white when he grinned.
The swarthy old farmer squinted one eye and opened the other, looking at the sky above, cursing.
"There are strong winds and heavy rain again, and the corn in my area will suffer." The old farmer had a sad look on his face, and he drank a few more sips of tea. It seemed that no matter how much he drank, his mouth felt dry.
"Old blackhead, are you lying down and dozing off again?" A nearby farmer walked by and greeted the dark-skinned old farmer with a smile.
The thin, black old farmer waved his hand: "Go and do your business."
Several farmers were walking with their farm tools on their shoulders. Suddenly, an elegant man wearing a green shirt and holding a folding fan came towards them.
The farmers, who were illiterate and had little exposure to the world, quickly moved out of the way, for fear of bumping into this young man who looked like he belonged to a wealthy family in the city.
The green-robed scribe looked very gentle and courteous, and nodded to the farmers who gave way. The farmers were a little at a loss when he nodded. They didn't know how to repay the courtesy, so they could only walk over with dry smiles on their faces.
The thin, black farmer under the hut glanced at the scribe in green shirt, and muttered some unpleasant curse words.
"You're all right." The scholar in green shirt walked under the hut and said as he moved a small stool out of the house with ease and sat down.
"It's definitely not good to see you. I haven't confiscated the grains here yet. If you have any problems, don't bother me." The thin black old man said angrily with squinting eyes.
The green-robed scribe didn't care and smiled slightly: "It's not too late to come back and take care of things after the things are done. You're such a good boy, nothing will go wrong."
"Fart!" The thin black farmer suddenly turned over and sat up, staring at the blue-shirted scribe with wide eyes.
"Last time I went out to do something, I came back and saw that some wild boys had ruined the fields. They were all over the ground. I was so angry that I almost demolished the house." The old, thin, black farmer said angrily.
The green-shirted scribe smiled bitterly: "It's just some corn. You've been planting it for how many years and you haven't planted enough yet?"
Hearing this, the old black farmer took a sip of tea and said, "I haven't planted enough. I guess I will still miss my corn fields until the day I die. If I really die, this land will be gone." I don’t know if they will continue to grow corn, but if they continue to grow it, then I can die with peace of mind.”
The green-shirted scribe nodded, looked at the growing corn, and said, "I won't come to you if it's not necessary."
"Tell me, what do you want me to do?" The thin, black farmer looked helpless.
The green-shirted scribe waved his hand and threw a scroll to the dark, thin old farmer.
The old farmer took the scroll and opened it with a huff.
What catches the eye is a woman dressed in red. Even her hair is as bright as blood. She is wearing a unicorn mask. She is graceful and graceful. Even though she is covered by the mask, she looks like a peerless person in the painting.
It's a pity that the old farmer is a rough man who doesn't understand appreciation. He stared at it for a while and then asked: "What are you doing?"
"The person in the painting is the master of the Devouring Heaven Palace, and is the biggest target of our Hidden Killing Hall at the moment." The blue-shirted scribe said.
"Tiantian Temple? What the hell? I've never heard of it." The old farmer curled his lips, put the scroll away indiscriminately, and threw it to the blue-shirted scribe.
"This matter is not trivial. Besides you, I have to contact other people." The scribe in green shirt picked up the scroll and turned to leave.
Within the holy tree, most of Fang Lin's physical body has condensed, and the dragon's shadow is also lingering on the real dragon demon bone, which often wraps around Fang Lin's body.
Although Fang Lin's body has not yet been completely formed, it is recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. It will not take long for his physical body to reach perfection.
ps: The fourth update will continue tomorrow. Free of charge on the 21st, and the outbreak on the 22nd. It’s a bit rushed. I have to save the manuscript. The explosion is not only the amount of updates, but also the plot has almost reached the breaking point.