The master of the sword tower, who had disappeared for a long time because of a woman, suddenly appeared in the Demonic Continent.
One man and one sword, hovering above the land.
All the alien races coming from the fifth realm, including ferocious beasts, were shocked by the fat man in blue.
No matter where they were, they could clearly feel that there was a sword intent locking onto them.
However, the sword intent that was powerful enough to kill them was all hidden and not released.
Because they are not qualified yet.
Because Li Zhaotian disdains to do so.
"Pang Jian!"
Li Zhaotian's voice echoed between heaven and earth, and every alien race and ferocious beast could hear it clearly.
"It seems not."
He frowned slightly, then suddenly disappeared and then suddenly appeared in front of Xuanying.
On the broken flat mountain peak, the eighth-level armored beast trembled and crawled on the ground very tactfully.
Xuanying, the most powerful genius of the Demon Scale Clan, was holding the serrated long knife. Her narrow and sharp eyes were filled with restrained light.
Her breathing was heavy, her heartbeat was rapid, and she seemed to know that she would die at any moment.
Li Zhaotian asked calmly: "Where is he?"
“No.”
Xuanying lowered his head slightly and said, "He must have a magical item that can move through the void. I searched deep into the earth, but could not find any trace of his existence."
Li Zhaotian's eyes flashed with surprise. He touched his round chin and murmured, "I didn't sense the sword order either."
His vast spiritual consciousness transformed into wisps of sword intent and wandered across the Demonic Spirit Continent. Any life with blood and soul could not escape the perception of his spiritual consciousness.
But he indeed could not smell Pang Jian's breath, nor did he feel the sword order.
"Girl, your bloodline is only level seven. I won't do anything to you."
After a moment, Li Zhaotian narrowed his eyes and sneered, mocking: "We dispatched several warriors with eighth-level bloodlines, but still failed to kill Fan Chen and others. It's really shameful."
"Xuanying, you are the last face of the people of the Fifth Realm, but I will not bully the strong."
"So, please summon your father."
After saying this, he sat down on the ground.
The alien warriors with level eight bloodlines and the ferocious beasts, suppressed the sword intent that followed them like a shadow, and gathered beside the broken mountain where Xuanying was.
They thought Xuanying would die, and that Li Zhaotian would start a massacre and wipe out this proud son of the Demon Scale Clan.
"My father is Li Bai, the current patriarch of the Demon Scale Clan, with a tenth-level bloodline." Xuanying's eyes suddenly showed surprise.
Li Zhaotian nodded: "I know."
After a pause, he spoke again: "I came down from the upper realm, first to find my disciple Pang Jian, and second to select a level ten expert from the fifth realm."
Xuanying stood in awe and said, "Please wait a moment!"
"Um."
Xuanying threw out the serrated long sword. When the image of the land shattering into pieces inside the magic sword emerged, her thoughts and ideas were heard, reaching the fifth realm of eternal darkness.
After a moment.
"If you don't mind, can you go somewhere else and have a good fight with my father?"
Xuanying asked Li Zhaotian for his opinion and said, "My father said that the intact land of Purgatory is too rare. He is unwilling to use the magic knife and shatter the foundation of this world like our ancestors did."
"Okay." Li Zhaotian agreed readily.
"Thank you very much."
Xuanying saluted Li Zhaotian respectfully with the highest etiquette of the Demon Scale Clan and said, "My father solemnly promised that this battle would not be fair because his bloodline has reached level ten. Therefore, he will never allow another strong man from the fifth realm to participate."
The respect in her eyes grew stronger, and she continued, "You came to the Demon Spirit Continent and did not kill the weak and innocent people. My father admires you very much."
Li Zhaotian grinned: "Stop talking nonsense and give me the specific place."
"good."
…
Xuanyou Continent.
In the main hall of Yinling Temple.
"Your actual realm of cultivation has surpassed my master. If nothing unexpected happens, your combat power should also be higher than mine." Han Zhiyuan smiled bitterly and said, "Are you willing to accept the position of the leader of the Yinling Temple?"
Dong Tianze shook his head and said, "I am used to being alone and don't like to be in charge of a sect."
Han Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, and said: "The people from the Demon Sect, the Pure Land, Yuan Qing, and Taiyi Divine Kingdom have all shown strong interest in you. With your realm and cultivation, you are qualified to serve as a guest official in any of them. As your ranking rises, you will be able to freely choose the spiritual secrets and treasures of those sects and divine kingdoms."
Dong Tianze’s realm improved too quickly. To him, the Yinling Temple was indeed... The temple gate was too small.
This also made Han Zhiyuan feel embarrassed.
"I have no intention of serving as a guest official in other sects, nor do I want to take over the position of leader." Dong Tianze bowed and saluted, lowering his head and said, "Master, it was you who chose me in the Fourth Realm. No matter what your reasons were, it was you who arranged for me to come down from the Tianling Tower and teach me the orthodox soul cultivation techniques of the Yinling Temple."
"Then I am a member of the Yinling Temple, and I will always be one."
He turned and left.
After returning to his cave, he looked at the ghost altar in silence, then wrote another note and sent it over.
—Where are you
After escaping, he has been using the Yinling Temple to inquire about Pang Jian's news.
As a result, everyone said that Pang Jian was doomed to die.
But he still refused to believe it.
He set up the ghost altar in the same way he communicated with Pang Jian, writing a note and passing it over every now and then.
He firmly believed that Pang Jian was still alive, and he also believed that one day and at a certain moment, Pang Jian would build a ghost altar like he did and tell him that he was safe and sound.
But he didn't know the exact day, so when no one summoned him, he would meditate in this cave.
A few days later.
Before he could receive a reply from Pang Jian, he learned from his master Han Zhiyuan that Li Zhaotian from the Sword Tower had entered the Demon Spirit Continent with a sword and started a war with Li Bai, the leader of the Demon Scale Clan of the Fifth Realm.
After the battle between level 10 Li Bai and Li Zhaotian, both sides were seriously injured.
Li Zhaotian returned to the Sword Tower to heal his wounds, while Li Bai entered the Demon Spirit Continent and became the ruler of the fourth realm.
After this battle, Li Zhaotian's fierce fighting power shocked all the alien races in the fifth realm.
Li Bai, whose bloodline has reached the tenth level, is the most famous strong man in the fifth realm. Li Zhaotian, who has not been promoted to a true god, is able to injure Li Bai with his peak cultivation in the immortal realm.
If this person were to be promoted to a true god, how powerful would his combat power be
…
"Pang Jian and Li Zhaotian, this pair of master and disciple shines brightly in the entire purgatory!"
"Li Zhaotian, you dare to go deep into the fourth realm with your sword alone, and dare to challenge a level ten strongest. You are worthy of being the master of the Sword Tower!"
"The Sword Tower is the true pillar of the human race during the Purgatory Tribulation!"
"Sword Tower!"
Similar songs of praise appeared in the gathering places of cultivators from various human races, making the practitioners in the Sword Tower feel proud no matter where they were.
…
Demonic continent.
In the stone city temporarily built by the Demon Scale Clan, Ling Yimo's illusory soul came uninvited and flew in front of the father and daughter of the Demon Scale Clan who were talking.
"Master Zimo."
Xuanying, who was not covered with silver scales but had an extremely beautiful face, knew the visitor's status as a member of the Outer Realm Galaxy Ghost Clan and asked respectfully, "Who are you?"
The solid soul was destroyed by Li Zhaotian's sword, and the soul body once again turned into the illusory alien god Zi Mo, frowning slightly and said: "Li Bai, why did you let Li Zhaotian go back alive?"
The Demon Scale Clan leader, wearing a snow-white robe and without any scales on his body, looked like a teacher to the human race. He smiled and said, "I can't let him die."
"I have arranged other people to cooperate with you, why don't you allow it?" Zi Mo said coldly.
The handsome and extraordinarily handsome leader of the Demon Scale Clan had slightly gray hair on his temples and looked to be in his early forties. He had an extremely elegant and outstanding demeanor.
He smiled and said, "Before the battle, I made it clear that this was a fight between the two of us, and no third person would be involved."
"Master Zimo, do you want me to break my promise and be despised by the world?"
He actually dared to ridicule the high-ranking god of the ghost clan.
"I think it's worth it to betray Li Zhaotian." Zi Mo said with a cold expression, "You should know that once he is promoted to a true god, he will be the strongest existence of the human race. Not only the Purgatory Heaven and Earth, but also the vast galaxy outside, all the gods will be shocked by his deification."
"Killing Li Zhaotian is worth it no matter what the price!"
Zi Mo said in a loud voice.
Li Bai smiled and shook his head, saying: "I'm sorry, the faith and loyalty I uphold is more important than Li Zhaotian's life."
"You will suffer the consequences!" Zi Mo said angrily.
"If one day I die because of Li Zhaotian's deification, I won't complain." Li Bai was extremely carefree. He had long since taken life and death lightly. He said, "After I die, a stronger Xuanying will appear. We of the Demon Scale Clan are never afraid of death. We are only afraid that we will not die for the right reasons, and that our deaths are not worth it."
…
In Tianyuan City, in the elegant manor that Xiaoshu Pang Ling built for Pang Jian.
Pang Jian teleported to Qianli Yunze, healed his injuries with the help of the life energy of a small tree, replaced his spiritual power with dirty strange power, and filled his dantian. He just learned that Li Zhaotian had returned to the Sword Tower with injuries.
“That’s how it is.”
Pang Ling, in the form of a soul, learned about the indecisive battle through the thoughts and consciousness of the Wood Clan members, and asked faintly, "Father, are you ready to leave?"
Today, His wisdom is fully revealed.
He knew Pang Jian's identity in the human sword tower, figured out the relationship between the human master and apprentice, and also knew several of Pang Jian's friends.
Zhou Qingchen, Wu Yuan, Dong Tianze, Qi Qingsong and others.
For anyone who had anything to do with Pang Jian, he either used the thoughts and consciousness of the Mu tribe or asked the Mu tribe to deliberately investigate, which enabled him to know Pang Jian's current situation and circumstances well.
Pang Jian's injuries have healed. He has been sculpting his flesh and blood body recently, and he seems a little absent-minded.
He felt that the time of separation had come again.
"Master, you were hurt because of me."
Pang Jian felt depressed, yet also moved.
He didn't expect that the master, whom he had never actually met and had been "imprisoned" by the woman, would go deep into the fourth realm of the Demonic Spirit Continent for him and search for any trace of him from the entire continent.
Because of him, Li Zhaotian also fought with the leader of the Demon Scale Clan and was seriously injured.
"Let me send a message first."
After pondering for a moment, he did not take out the sword order from the bracelet, but chose to build a ghost altar.
As the ghost altar was completed, countless pieces of paper flew out like snowflakes.
"Pang Jian, where are you? I know you are still alive!"
"When you see the message, tell me your whereabouts immediately and I will come to find you right away!"
"I know that you are currently seriously injured and are still recovering in pain, so you have not been able to build the ghost altar."
"Pang Jian, remember, tell me your movements as soon as possible!"
"I know you must be alive!"
"… "
Dozens of notes were scattered around Pang Jian, all of which contained Dong Tianze's urgent words.
…
(End of this chapter)