Fighting Starts From Capturing The Goddess

Black Imperial City.

This is an extremely large, but very magnificent, lacquered black city wall, like a mirror, with a icy smell, the sun pouring down, and it also reflects a faint light.

Those with knowledge can find that the surface of this city wall is actually covered with a layer of quite rare black mirror stone. The city wall made of this material has the miraculous effect of rebounding some attacks.

Used to cast city walls, it can only be used to describe wealth.

Because this black mirror stone is quite rare, a mere piece requires thousands of gold coins.

And judging from the amount of this city, it would cost tens of millions at least.

And the master of this city is the famous Black Emperor Sect in the Black Point Region.

The Black Imperial City is also the base camp of the Black Imperial Sect.

Judging from the city built this way, we also know how powerful the Black Emperor Sect is.

In a solemn hall in the Black Imperial City.

It was filled with all the high-levels of the Black Emperor Sect.

"What's the origin of Chen Mo, who has recently gained fame in the Black Point Domain?"

The first voice, Mo Tianxing, the Black Emperor Sect Leader wearing a bright yellow robe, frowned and spoke lightly after sweeping in the hall.

Hearing his own Sect Leader spoke, the slightly noisy hall suddenly became quiet, and his eyes looked at Mo Tianxing who was in the first place.

"Father Qiqi, he seems to be from the Gama Empire, a member of the Snake Race. According to the information collected, the specific origin is unknown, but his talent is extremely amazing. He became a fourth rank alchemist at the age of nineteen. It was in the Qinghong City of the Jiama Empire. One person fought the four Douzong alone and beheaded the four Douzong, which is called an evildoer."

The first position on the right below the first position.

Standing in white clothes, he looked just twenty-four or five years old, with a very handsome face, with a feminine temperament in his handsomeness.

The man in white is Mo Ya, the young Sect Leader of the Black Emperor.

Now he can be called a cultivation wizard, and he actually called others a monster. From this, it can be seen that Chen Mo in his mouth is so shocking.

In response, everyone in the hall glanced at each other, and their expressions were slightly moved.

The news of Chen Mo was raging, and they also had some understanding, but they didn't know Mo Ya in detail.

Hearing what Mo Ya said at this time, he still felt shocked.

Nineteen years old, but now only twenty years old.

One person at the age of nineteen can kill four Dou Zong.

You can become a fourth rank pharmacist at the age of nineteen.

Call them, what are you still doing at the age of nineteen?

It seems that the Great Fighter hasn't reached it yet!

Such cultivation of talent makes everyone feel unreal.

"You can have this level of strength at the age of nineteen. The power behind him must be extraordinary. At least any top force in the Northwestern Continent can't cultivate such a genius. I suspect he is from the center of the mainland. Only those places can be cultivated. Such a genius."

At this moment, standing next to Mo Tianxing, a red-faced old man with his hands tucked in his sleeves spoke up.

The old man's name is Qi Shan, and his position in the Black Emperor Sect is second only to Mo Tianxing, Sect Leader, because he is the sixth rank alchemist in Black Horn domain second only to Han Feng.

Now Han Feng is dead.

He also naturally became the first person in the blackhorn domain alchemy.

As soon as his words came out, it shocked people's hearts, and once again became rich.

As a person in the Black Point Region, he is no stranger to the center of the mainland in the Qishan Pass.

There is a real gathering of heroes.

The strong in the Northwest Continent can't even be ranked wherever they are.

"If it really comes from wherever it is, then Han Feng will not complain and rob others of the fire. Now his own fire has been robbed by others."

Mo Tianxing picked up the teacup by the table, rubbed his palm on the warm teacup, muttered in his heart, and then said in a deep voice:

"No matter where he is from, we just don't provoke him. At the moment, our main thing is to divide up Han Feng's turf.

Now that Han Feng is dead, the resources in his hand are sweet and sour pork. We must take a step forward and grab these resources as soon as possible, so as not to be preempted by the people of Demon Flame Valley. "

...

Such a scene.

It also happened at the Rakshasa Gate and other forces.

It is strictly forbidden to provoke Chen Mo.

Lest you get tired of Sect.

...

Demon Flame Valley.

In the gloomy Great Hall.

A blood-haired old man in a yellow skull robe swept the crowd under his eyes with his sunken eyes.

His face is extremely thin, almost of the skinny type. At first glance, it looks like a skull, with a faint luster, like a ghost, and a bit weird and gloomy.

"I heard that during the period of the old man Closed Door Training, the dialect was killed by someone outside. Is there such a thing?"

The blood-haired old man spoke slowly, and at the moment his voice sounded, a sense of oppression filled his body, making everyone in the Great Hall feel palpitations.

Feeling the depressed breath of the old man, an old man wearing a cyan robe below Great Hall raised his head and slowly said:

"Enlighten the Valley Lord, during your Closed Door Training period, Medicine Emperor Han Feng once sent someone to invite you to deal with someone. Seeing you are at Closed Door Training, he invited Elder to go..."

The green-robed old man Abba Abba said a lot, and finally said all the causes and consequences of the matter.

"Snatch the fire? Chen Mo?"

The blood-haired old man murmured, and immediately said, "Where is Han Feng? He is also responsible for the death of dialect."

"Han Feng, he was also...killed by Chen Mo the day before yesterday." The Qingpao old man said.

"What? Then who will compensate for the loss of my Demon Flame Valley?" The blood-haired old man said coldly.

The old man in Qingpao fell silent. He originally wanted to say that of course he was looking for Chen Mo.

But thinking that the owner of the valley blamed Han Feng for the first time, he was obviously afraid of Chen Mo.

"Then what is Chen Mo's origin?" The blood-haired old man thought for a while, and said in a deep voice.

"I only know that he is from the Gama Empire, and I don't know the specific origin." The Qingpao old man said.

"Hmph, remember this grudge first."

The blood-haired old man shook his sleeves and said in a deep voice: "If Han Feng is dead, then he must occupy all of his territory. My Demon Flame Valley must be occupied by him. It is a compensation to my Demon Flame Valley."

"This matter, leave it to Eagle Claw, don't let the old man down."

"Yes, Lord Valley." The old man in Qingpao nodded.

...

Black Seal City.

In a medium-sized restaurant room.

A young man in a white robe occupies a human-sized green lotus.

There was no wind turbulence in his robe, and his aura climbed silently.

With every breath he exhaled, there was an extremely high temperature, and the expression on his tight face gradually calmed down at this time.

His eyes opened, and a ray of blue light burst out.

"Samsung Fighting King..."

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