The Emerald Tower

The poisoner died.

The body turned black and died under his own poison.

In fact, since the first day, Dean has already found each other.

It's just that I didn't get rid of it.

The result was naturally satisfactory to Dean.

At the very least, the other side treated the poisoner as a necessary hole card, giving him more waiting time between him and the other side, and this was what Dean wanted.

When parting with the middle-aged Daoist, Dean once asked the other party how long it needed.

At least seven days!

This is the answer from the other party.

Then, see you in the capital of ‘Huaiwu’.

The capital, the center of the White Night, where the royal family and various officials are located, is the hub and core of the entire White Night Dynasty.

Naturally, this "Meeting of Martial Arts" is held in the capital.

Dean picked up the tea cup, looked at the tea soup in the cup, and shook the cup slightly, making the tea soup rippling.

It's already the fourth day!

Most of the seven-day period has passed.

However, most of the previous ones were just temptations, and the seemingly endless attack methods today are just one type of temptation.

The real battle has just begun!

The corner of Dean's mouth curled slightly, and he drank all the tea in front of him.

He is looking forward to it!

After confirming what he wanted to know, Dean finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He can follow his own way to complete his journey of white nights.

Regardless of whether it is the ‘Way of Killing’ or the ‘Seal of Overlord’ that King Xiti has explored, he needs to fight and fight ceaselessly.

Fight with the same level and stronger.

With battles again and again, with victories again and again. To perfect his ‘path’, and create his own ‘Seal of Overlord’!

Boom, boom, boom!

The sound of the wooden staff slammed on the ground, and when Dean picked up the teapot to pour tea for himself, it rang.

Rhythm disorder. But it is quite powerful.

The next moment, an old man with a tall wooden staff leaning on his back and bending over walked into the Shuiyue Sword Hall.

The opponent's face was rushing to the ground, unable to see his face clearly, but the breath exuding from the opponent made Dean look at the opponent squarely.

Holy!

This is him in a few days. The first holy class I saw.

Obviously, as he guessed, now is the time when the real battle begins.

"Mu?"

The hoarse old voice sounded.

"Ok!"

Dean nodded.

"Master Nineteen died in your hands?"

The other party asked again.

"Ok!"

Dean nodded again.

"Damn you!"

The other party said this, the wooden staff in his hand was like a spear, piercing Dean's face.

Dean tilted his head slightly. The wooden staff wiped Dean's ears, and just as the wooden staff was about to become a sweep, Dean raised his right hand. After the index finger was stacked, the index finger popped heavily.

clang!

Like the ringing Hongzhong Dalu, the wooden staff that should have been wooden made a metal sound.

The old man leaning on the stick backed back again and again, after five or six steps. Just stood firm.

"Hey, a lot of strength! But sometimes. Strong strength is useless!"

The other party's old voice was filled with exclamation, but immediately became dismissive.

"People have emotions, anger, sorrow and joy, but also birth, old age, sickness and death... I am greedy for life and fear for death.

In the old voice. A series of special fluctuations centered on the position where the opponent is standing. It began to spread in all directions.

The grass on the edge of the martial arts field quickly withered, the corpse that had long lost its vitality. It began to weather.

Grey particles full of death breath gathered beside the old man.

With this gathering, the old man's body became more and more rickety.

If it seemed to be only old before, then it would be dead at the moment.

"The secret technique that is motivated by lifespan is not greedy for life and fear of death! But...stupid!"

Dean said slowly.

"Stupid? Can you kill your rebellious master, what is this lifespan?"

The other party snorted coldly, and the wooden staff shrouded in grey aura called to Dean.

Woo!

When the wind of death blows, it instantly floods Dean with a cold and stagnant astringency, making Dean's hands and feet shackled and inconvenient to move.

Streaks of gray are attached to the wooden staff. Just the moment of breathing, the wooden staff turns into a spear of death, sending out the power contained in the true holy rank, with an irresistible force, fiercely It penetrated Dean's body.

However, that body was like soap bubbles, and it broke with a ‘pop’.

Water Moon Sword Technique. Water Moon!

When the other party was startled, he subconsciously turned the stick in his hand.

However, it was too late!

Dean, who had already appeared behind the opponent, didn't show any mercy. The long sword in his hand swept across the opponent's neck with a cold light.

thump!

Like a piece of rotting wood, the opponent's body fell to the ground.

"The stupidity I'm talking about is not your desperate determination, but the stupidity you don't know enough about yourself-your body has already become aging as your life span has been overdrawn, and it has even begun to affect your five senses... An old-eyed person is definitely not an age suitable for fighting!"

Dean finished speaking and returned the sword to its sheath.

He didn't look at the corpse again.

The strength of the opponent's attack is unquestionable. The previous attack was already at the ‘domain’ level according to Jade’s level standards.

But beyond that, the other party is useless at all.

Old and unbearable, even the five senses have degenerated body.

Such an opponent is like a blind or deaf person, even if the opponent holds a magic weapon in his hand, what can he do? Neither hit nor reach.

Two words: Useless!

However, the appearance of the opponent made Dean more vigilant.

"The dead man of the White Night Royal Family!"

Undoubtedly, this is the identity of the other party.

Whether it is from the other side's tone. The timing of being here is enough to make Dean have such a guess.

Except for the dead men, Dean couldn't think of a holy rank that would call the White Night Royal Family in such a respectful tone.

And after guessing the identity of the other party, then some other guesses will naturally follow.

The opponent of the White Night Royal family claimed the five holy ranks.

But the 19th Prince of White Nights before. And the dead soldiers right now are both holy.

Neither of them appeared in the five holy ranks claimed by the White Night Royal Family!

Then the number of Saints of the White Night Royal Family...

Dean frowned slightly.

Because, he thought of another possibility--maybe, the White Night Royal family's recognition of the holy rank is not what ordinary warriors know: the holy rank is above the grandmaster.

You know, in the emerald, the golden powerhouse contains the ‘domain’ level. But most of the time, the known golden powerhouses are the ‘domain’ level powerhouses alone.

If the White Night Royal Family also evaluates the Saint Level according to this method...

"There are five'domain' ranks in the White Night Royal Family?"

Dean squinted his eyes, and after only a short pause, his fighting spirit arose.

In order to find the Grand Duke Jade, he has entered the ‘battlefield’ of those organizations. In that battlefield, he will inevitably encounter many strong men.

Among them, there will naturally be a large number of ‘domain’ levels.

If even the five ‘domain’ levels in front of me give way, what should I do if I encounter more ‘domain’ levels?

Do you rely on "Heavenshang"?

Once or twice, how about the third or fourth time?

After all, everyone who participated in the "battlefield" had their own reasons, and Dean couldn't impose his will on the opponent at all.

He doesn't want to do this. I can't do such a despicable thing.

People, after all, have to rely on themselves!

"I chose the'Way of Killing', and I want to perfect my'Seal of Overlord'-if I shrink all the way. How can I perfect the'Seal of Overlord'? King Xiti went through countless nine deaths that year. I have realized the'Seal of the Overlord', and even though I have a part of the inheritance of the'Seal of Overlord', if I don't experience life and death, it will be illusory!"

Dean took a deep breath, his heart becoming clearer and more thorough.

And the next moment. In Dean's induction, the blood-colored sunlight in the killing space became brighter again. The speed of absorbing the ‘nutrient’ provided by his killing is also a bit faster.

"Know your mind?"

Dean was startled, then chuckled. Sit back on the stone bench and picked up the tea cup.

After a while, there was a sound of footsteps.

However, Dean did not move.

The messy footsteps are cautious and cautious everywhere. If it is for trouble, it is obviously impossible.

After a few breaths, a deacon of the Wu League and a military commander led a dozen people to the martial arts field of Shuiyue Sword Hall.

Seeing the martial arts field full of corpses, these people were secretly surprised.

When they saw the bodies of several of them, it was even more difficult to restrain them that they let out bursts of exclamation.

"Ghost Shadow!"

"Hercules!"

"Poison son!"

The previous three rangers who attacked Dean and showed special methods were recognized one by one.

But the next moment, when the old man's corpse was identified, everyone around him stopped breathing.

"This is, this is..."

The chief of the army stammered speechless.

"'Soul Soul Envoy' sentenced to life and death!"

The Deacon of Wumeng took a deep breath, and his eyes on Dean became more and more different, admiring, admiring, and even with a hint of envy.

Holy!

At this time, he had already confirmed.

Dean is holy!

A holy class less than twenty years old ~www.readwn.com~What is this concept?

"My lord, my lord... what a nuisance, let's deal with the corpse immediately!"

It is difficult for the slightly restrained Deacon of the Wumeng League to give Dean a proper name. He is called Senior. Dean is too young to be honored. The strength of the holy rank is enough to make him look up.

Therefore, some advanced use of the term adult.

The same is true for the commander of the soldiers on the side.

"Ok!"

Dean nodded faintly, did not look at the two again, lowered his head and drank tea.

And his perception began to patrol around the Shuiyue Sword Hall.

He hopes to lock in the people behind the scenes.

ps first update~~~ (to be continued)