Chapter 367
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There were four Ten-Edged Swordsons.
Jiao Zimo of the Soaring Dragon Temple, Leng Bo of the Spiritual Gate, Yueshen Shui Chengzhi, and Zhuo Yongsi, who possessed two holy swords.
With the four of them working together, the Quintuple Sacred Sword Inheritance was perfected.
As for the inheritors of the Devil Saber, only two had appeared. One of them was Shi Cheng, a rogue cultivator from Dongling, and the other was He Man, a disciple of the Drunken Old Beggar.
There were also three sabers that were lost outside!
This was really a headache for Lian Zi Zhuo.
It seemed that the wielder of the Devil Saber had not only inherited Master Lixue's saber skills, but also matched his strange temperament of not being interested in power!
He clearly knew that he had a fortuitous encounter, but he was unwilling to reveal it in front of others. He didn't want to be controlled by the War God Temple, and he didn't want to take responsibility …
Ten years!
The North East Divine Wind Wall could only last for another ten years at most.
Dongling still needed to train his soldiers. He didn't have the patience to wait for the other three blades to appear.
This was his original intention of bringing forward the Dongling Pill Beast Competition!
From the six people who had appeared, it could be seen that Zhuo Yongsi, who possessed two Sacred Silver inheritances, had reached Core Formation a month ago with the help of the War God Temple's resources. Everyone else's cultivation base was around the Foundation Establishment or Enlightening Realm.
This meant that the inheritors chosen by the two masters were all young and had low cultivation levels, but had great potential to advance.
This time, the Elixir Beast Competition not only increased the rewards for the top ten, but it also specially added many additional benefits. At the same time, it did not restrict itinerant cultivators who did not belong to any sect from registering.
His goal was to get the three devil sabers from the young cultivators in Dongling …
Force it out!
Who could have imagined that the Grand Cultivator Tournament that shook the entire world was just a trap for the three of them?
Lian Zizhuo's eyes narrowed as he thought to himself.
The three of you who have never dared to show yourselves … Don't even think of slacking off!
It didn't matter if it was a man or a woman, or what their name was.
As long as he was chosen by his master.
All of you have to come before me obediently and call me Senior Brother!
With a heavy slap on the table, the banquet stopped abruptly. Everyone held their cups and looked in the direction of Lian Zizhuo.
Even the seven great peak late-Nascent Soul experts … didn't say anything.
"The fact that I'm attending the ceremony in Heavenly Sea Valley hasn't been leaked, has it?"
The two Heavenly Sea Valley grand elders didn't even dare to breathe loudly. They had never imagined that even their young master would ask such a simple question.
"No, no, how would we dare?"
The white-robed Heavenly Sea Valley Grand Elder immediately jumped to his feet and shook his head.
Although the two of them were the oldest at the banquet, there was not only the young monstrous Quasi-Supreme Martial Artist, but also the Ancestral Patriarch of the Fiery Phoenix Mountain Villa, Drunken Old Beggar, as well as the Spiritual Gate and East Palace Hall experts who truly controlled the order of this world!
If they offended any one of them, Heavenly Sea Valley would be finished.
At this moment, looking down from the front peak, the entire Heavenly Sea Valley had changed drastically. Eight mighty, colorful flags were fluttering in the wind!
Eternal bliss, the Heavenly Dao is pure!
Gold, red, blue and white, dark orange, green and silver.
The eight-colored flags represented the twenty-four Dao Protector Sects of the East Hall and the Spirit School, as well as the countless third-grade sects they led!
Under the Spirit Gate's banner were the Heavenly Sea Valley, the Heavenly Lofty Mountain, and the Heavenly Dragon Gorge.
Therefore, the three Ink Top Tents faced each other in the wind, forming a tripartite formation!
These white tents were surrounded by rows upon rows of smaller tents. There were at least sixty to seventy tents, and at most two to three hundred tents.
A corner of the black tent embroidered with the word "Giant God" was lifted, revealing Grand Elder Fang's face.
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