Ji Tianzun, the Eternal God Emperor

Chapter 236 Cursed Crow and Golden Bone

The gray-robed man was A Le. He had arrived at the Blood God Dojo five days ago and practiced under the Wang Fosha Na Building for a period of time.

"That's right. He didn't send the message in person. He sent the message to me, Su Qingling, the granddaughter of the Nine Spirits of the Guanghan Realm." Zhang Ji replied.

A Le nodded expressionlessly, "After all, he is now known as a traitor to the Kunlun Realm. He should be worried that contacting you rashly will bring you unnecessary trouble. After all, there are so many people from the Kunlun Realm in the Blood God Dojo. Most of the monks are close to the imperial court, and Chi Wansui is still there."

Long live the pool...

Zhang Ji looked at the person under the Blood God Dao diagram who had cultivated the most crazy skills. He no longer had the heroic spirit of a young man, and was only filled with hatred and murderous intent.

Chi Wansui was in a trance at the Lingxiao Palace. Zhang Ruochen led the remaining ministers of Shengming to destroy the Lingxiao Palace. Even the Lingxiao Palace, the entire Chi family was killed. Chi Wansui's brothers, sisters, parents and elders were all killed. They were all killed.

The hatred between him and Zhang Ruochen was deep.

"What kind of trouble did he encounter with you?" A Le continued to ask.

"He wants to take back the Moon God Dojo for Guanghan Realm, and he wants to ask me to help."

A Le nodded lightly and walked towards the outside of the dojo, "Let's go then."

Zhang Ji looked at his back and said with a smile: "How do you know that I will agree to him? Also, aren't you going to continue to practice under Wang Fosha's building? You don't have much time left for us."

A Le stopped and looked back at Zhang Ji, with a difficult smile on his face.

"Although you are more rational than him, your rationality is limited. Perhaps those who are close to red are red and those who are close to ink are black. After all, you are the same kind of people.

As for me, I practice killing swordsmanship and the Nine Transformations Art of Life and Death. Fighting between life and death is the way for me to grow. Accumulation based on time alone is not a suitable way for me. "

Zhang Ji shook his head and smiled, a little helpless, and followed A Le, and the two of them walked towards the outside of the dojo.

On the first day when Zhang Ruochen brought the monks from the Guanghan Realm to the Heaven of Truth, he took back the Jingxiang Cliff Dojo of the Tree God from the monks from the Yun Realm. However, the address agreed in the messenger light talisman was not the Jingxiang Cliff Dojo. It is the most prosperous Tiandu Mountain Holy City in the Void Holy Realm.

Only the top gods can set up a dojo on Tiandu Mountain, and the Moon God's dojo is in the Holy City of Tiandu Mountain.

With the strength of the Blood God a hundred thousand years ago, he was naturally enough to leave a dojo in Tiandu Mountain. However, the Blood God had always been withdrawn and found another place to open a dojo.

Zhang Ji and A Le each wore a mask to isolate their spiritual power and walked into Tiandu Holy City.

Tiandu Holy City is indeed one of the most prosperous areas in the Void Holy Realm. There are numerous large and small dojos. Monks from various powerful circles have opened holy shops here to sell various products.

Zhang Ruochen borrowed the messenger light talisman passed by Su Qingling's hand, and the agreed meeting place was Baihua Palace in Qianrui Realm.

Baihua Palace is the dojo of the most powerful person in the Qianrui Realm, Mandala Flower God, who was the top god who could rival the Moon God a hundred thousand years ago.

In addition to the strong realm dojos, there are also many stalls set up by monks from the weak realm in the holy market. The products are also dazzling, including ten-thousand-year holy medicine, ten-thousand-marked holy artifacts, and various holy elixirs.

Weakness in the weak world is only relative. Those who can enter the Realm of Truth to practice, no matter how weak they are, are still the best in the weak world, and everyone is rich enough.

It was the first time that Zhang Ji saw so many talented people setting up street stalls, and he became a little curious. He walked along the long street and looked at the interesting products from time to time.

Ah Le was following him, and neither the dojo nor the street stall seemed to interest him.

Suddenly, Zhang Ji saw a small golden bone on the stall set up by a black-robed monk, which gave him a slight throb.

This throbbing came from a god within his body.

Just as he was about to step forward, a girl wearing a golden feather holy robe stepped forward first, her eyes also falling on the golden bone.

"Hey, how can I sell this bone?"

The black-robed monk who set up the stall raised his head, and the head shrouded under the black robe was actually a crow's head.

"One exquisite intermediate-level holy art, or three ordinary intermediate-level holy arts."

When the girl heard this, her brows knitted together.

Behind the girl was a man with a dragon head. Hearing this, he immediately shouted to the crow stall owner: "You are so brave. Do you know who this person is in front of you? You dare to ask for a high price."

The crow stall owner's slightly white eyes just stared at the strong man with a dragon head indifferently, and said lightly: "If you can't afford it, please leave."

"You, what do you mean you can't afford it? The lady in front of you is the goddess of Yanyang Civilization. She only has a few mid-level holy arts. Do you think Yanyang Civilization can't afford it?" The dragon-headed man said angrily.

When other vendors around him heard the name Yanyang Civilization, their expressions changed slightly. Heavenly Court has a cooperative relationship with the ancient civilization factions. The strength of each ancient civilization is enough to rival the top 100 powerful worlds in Heavenly Court. The Yanyang Civilization is the leader among them. The strength of the entire civilization is not inferior to the top ten in the merit list of all worlds. Big world.

The crow monk is something that a goddess of Yanyang Civilization has taken a liking to. I am afraid she will have to sell it today even if she doesn't.

"If you have it, take it out. If you don't take it out, don't hinder my business."

The cold voice sounded again, making everyone surprised at the origin of the crow-headed monk.

Seeing how tough the crow-headed monk was, the dragon-headed man couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

"Which big world monk are you from? How dare you talk to my Yanyang Civilization like this."

"Curse Crow."

The two words "ordinary" made the dragon-headed man suddenly change his expression and his whole body became tense.

"Is he the cursed crow of the Temple of Death?"

"How dare he come to Tiandu Holy City?"

……

The vendors around him distanced themselves in panic, fear flashing in their eyes.

The three major killer organizations in heaven have jointly formulated a killer king list. Those who can be included in the list are all the best killers at the saint king level, and some have even assassinated the great saint.

Cursed Crow was recently on the list of killer kings and became the new killer king of the Temple of Death.

Behind him stood Qin Kai, the killer king who ranked at the top of the killer king list.

The golden-feathered girl had obviously heard of the name Cursed Crow, so she stretched out her hand and tugged on the clothes of the dragon-headed man.

"We don't have any holy magic with us today. We'll buy it another day."

After the dragon-headed man said these words, he hurriedly took the golden feather girl away.

Zhang Ji's eyes stayed on the golden bone, but he looked back helplessly.

Naturally, he would not use the mid-level holy technique to exchange for this golden bone. As for snatching it, this monk named Cursed Crow has an unfathomable aura, and his cultivation is at least at the level of a nine-step holy king.

"Ale, let's go."

The two of them walked far away and walked towards Baihua Palace.

But before they took two steps, the cursed crow blocked their way.

Zhang Ji suddenly became alert. The other party appeared in front of him from behind, but he didn't feel it at all. The gap between them was really too big.

"What do you mean, Your Excellency?"

The cursed crow's white eyes swept across Zhang Ji's face, as if he could see through the disguise of the mask.

The golden bone from before appeared in his hand, shining with golden light.

"I think you like it very much. I give this bone to you."

After that, he threw it casually, and the golden bone flew towards Zhang Ji like a cannonball, giving him no chance to react.

The speed of the golden bones was too fast and there was no way to hide. Zhang Ji stretched out a palm and met the oncoming golden light.

As the golden light entered his palm, Zhang Ji was shocked and took several steps back before stopping.

Upon seeing this, the cursed crow simply turned around and walked away, taking a few steps before disappearing without a trace.

Zhang Ji spread his hands, and the golden bones were dyed red by his holy blood.

The bones are hollow and there seems to be something else hidden inside.

"What does he mean?" More and more monks from all walks of life gathered around. Zhang Ji put away the bones, and then together with A Le, continued walking towards the Baihua Palace as if nothing had happened.

(End of this chapter)