Martial World

Chapter 311 Going to the Southern Border

"Gun! Show me.*" Patriarch Chi Yan took the treasured spear from Lin Ming's hand. The entire spear shaft was dark purple. This was the face of the Purple Lightning Divine Bamboo. Between the purple colors, there were countless The dense red pattern is left behind by the integration of the sacred fire phoenix tree into the purple electric bamboo.

The spear tip was eight inches long, with high ridges and thin blades, with a strong cold light. This spear tip was made by combining the Profound Thunder Stone and the Vermilion Bird Fire by Zi Xuan.

The entire gun is engraved with the pattern of the formation from the beginning to the end. These formations are used to transmit the true essence. The Purple Lightning Divine Bamboo and the Sacred Fire Indus are originally the best materials to channel the true essence of the Thunder and Fire. effect, the infusion of true essence will not only not be hindered in any way, but will be greatly increased.

It could be said that this gun was tailor-made for Lin Ming.

Old Ancestor Chi Yan caressed the long spear as if he caressed his beloved woman. The grade of the treasure spear was within his expectations—the top grade, and it was the top one among them.

Generally speaking, the advent of heaven-level treasures will lead to the calamity, and the treasures will become more sharp and powerful after being tempered by the calamity.

The gun built by the ancestor of Chi Yan is not high enough, but because it contains too many top-grade thunderfire materials, and it is close to Taijitian, it attracts Taijitian's thunderfire vitality, forming a pseudo-celestial robbery.

Although it is not a real catastrophe, it still plays the role of final tempering, which makes the quality of this magic gun even better.

Ancestor Chi Yan touched and looked at it for a while before he reluctantly handed the gun to Lin Ming and said, "The gun is yours, you can name it."

Lin Ming took the gun in his hand. Shaking it casually, the whole gun was full of bullets, and the power stored in it was enough to shatter the bones of an average expert.

The real essence was poured into it, and the whole gun suddenly intertwined with thunder and fire, and the violent sound of crackling made people palpitate. This kind of terrifying power, combined with the lightning strike, is extremely powerful. would be unimaginable. ( )

Lin Ming said, "Since it is made of Zixuan Divine Iron, let's call it Zixuan Divine Spear!"

With the sharp gun in hand, Lin Ming couldn't wait to test its power. And he soon had a very good test subject - Nanjiang Huochi Headmaster... Ten days later,

The 100,000 Mountains in Southern Xinjiang——

The sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly. Above the southern border forest, with a high-pitched whistling sound, a dragon-shaped beast with a wingspan of six feet wide, covered with scales and dragging a long tail flew across the sky.

The wide wings swept the black shadow on the ground, and from a distance, this giant beast was flying in the air. It was like a dragon with two broad wings.

This beast is called Feitian Jiao, and it has the blood of the holy beast Yinglong. Yinglong and Jiaolong are similar in appearance. They are both dragon-type holy beasts, but Yinglong has wings. Therefore, its descendants can basically fly in the air.

On Fei Tian Jiao's back, a black-clothed youth stood upright, holding a long purple spear, standing against the wind, this young man was Lin Ming.

Ten days ago, Lin Ming set out from Zhongyan Mountain. Old Ancestor Chi Yan gave him this flying Flood Dragon as a means of transportation. The speed of the Flying Floating Flood Dragon is far from what the Divine Wind Eagle can match. It is a priceless mount to fly for tens of thousands of miles.

In addition, Lin Ming's Zixuan Divine Spear was also shot by the ancestor of Chi Yan, who used the formation to cover up its brilliance and the fluctuation of its true essence. From the outside, it was just an extremely ordinary high-grade treasure. , unless it is someone whose cultivation base exceeds that of the ancestor of Chi Yan, it is difficult to see the clue.

After all, the Zixuan Divine Spear was too precious. With Lin Ming's current strength, swaggering around with the Zixuan Divine Spear was almost equivalent to committing suicide.

Right now, there were only two people who knew that Lin Ming possessed the Zixuan magic spear—Mu Qianyu and Patriarch Chi Yan.

Mu Qianyu was naturally trustworthy, but Patriarch Chiyan, although violent, was upright and honest, and had a good personal relationship with Lin Ming, so he would not betray Lin Ming, not to mention Patriarch Chiyan built this gun himself.

The flying dragons were galloping, and Lin Ming stood on the back of the dragon, looking down at the rapidly retreating scene below.

At the beginning, he was chased by the fire worker, and he tried his best to fight the fire worker dangerously and dangerously, but he was chased and killed by the headmaster Huo Chi soon after. The teacher's avatar, he is afraid that he has already fallen into the black water swamp. Later, when he entered Thunder Mountain, he also ran for his life all the way, and he was born and died.

All kinds of life and death crises, such as yesterday. But today, Lin Ming re-entered the southern border. His strength was incomparable. There was nothing in the huge southern border that could threaten him.

Lin Ming's first destination was the Fog Valley Tribe.

Foggy Valley Tribe, located in a valley, the valley is often filled with fog in the early morning, hence the name. This is a small tribe quite close to the Huochi tribe, with a population of only four or five thousand people.

When Lin Ming flew close to the Fog Valley Tribe, he let the flying dragons forage in the jungles of the southern border. The bloodline concentration of the flying dragons was roughly equivalent to that of the thunder lizards on the Thunder Mountain, and their current strength was equivalent to the acquired martial artist. There are no rivals, so don't worry at all.

Lin Ming jumped down from the back of the dragon, thousands of meters into the void, but when he fell rapidly, he was like a swimming fish in the water. on the ground.

According to his memory, Lin Ming quickly found a family. This was a low-rise house in the corner of a foggy valley. It had just rained, and the bluestone pavement was still wet with water droplets. It didn't feel fresh.

In the red-tiled courtyard, a young girl with a beautiful face in coarse cloth was holding a wooden tub, wringing out the freshly washed clothes inside and drying them on the clothesline. Under the sun, the girl's tender forearms were like lotus roots, dazzling white.

This girl is Na Shui, the witch of the Na clan. Back then, when Lin Ming went to assassinate Chi Gu Da, he gave the Na clan sisters some gold and settled them in the Fog Valley Tribe.

Before entering the Holy Land of Witchcraft, Lin Ming had promised to avenge the Na clan sisters. He was a man of promise. Now, he has come to fulfill his promise.

"Brother Mu Lin?" Na Shui was stunned when she saw Lin Ming walking into the yard. Shui Lingling's eyes revealed a look of surprise and disbelief.

"Is your sister here?" Lin Ming smiled at Na Shui. Mu Lin was the pseudonym he used in Southern Border.

"Yes... yes." Na Shui nodded vigorously, hurriedly put down the wooden basin, ran to the house, and shouted as she ran, "Sister, Brother Mu Lin is back!"

At the beginning, Lin Ming appeared in Nashui's world almost as a savior. He not only rescued her and her sister from Nanjiang Shuangsha, but also helped them to avenge the murder of their father and mother. The series of trials and tribulations encountered in the forest were all resolved by Lin Ming one by one. Under this circumstance, Na Shui, who had just begun to fall in love, never forgot about Lin Ming.

In just a few blinks of an eye, Nayi appeared at the door of the low room. She was wearing an apron and her sleeves were rolled up. Her slender and tender fingers were also stained with water droplets that were probably from washing vegetables. She really looked like a slim little jade. .

Nayi was also surprised when she saw Lin Ming. She was very aware of Lin Ming's terrifying talent, as well as the difference in identities between the two sisters and Lin Ming. She originally thought that she would never see Lin Ming in this life, but she didn't expect him to come back.

"Benevolent Lord." Na Yi bowed and said respectfully. Relative to the lively and kind Na Shui, Na Yi always maintained a calmness that was completely inconsistent with her age. She probably witnessed her mother being eaten to pieces. After the incomplete body, she closed her heart.

Hearing Na Yi calling him his benefactor, Lin Ming felt a little helpless. This title really made him feel a little awkward. Back then, he killed Chi Guda and avenged the Na sisters for killing their father and mother, so he could indeed be regarded as a benefactor.

"Come in, I have something to ask you."

The three walked into the room. The light in the room was a little dark. The freshly washed green vegetables were placed in the sink, and the stove was still steaming beside it.

"The Huochi tribe hasn't been doing anything these days, right?" Lin Ming casually glanced around, lamenting the simplicity of the two sisters' lives.

"No." Nayi shook her head. Wugu was very close to the Huochi tribe. If the Huochi tribe wanted to send troops to fight, she would naturally know.

"Since nothing happened, the experts of the Huochi tribe should gather in their old lair, um... Do you know the specific location of the Huochi Sect?"

"The location of the Huochi Sect?" Nayi was slightly startled, and said with some doubts: "I know, the benefactor wants to..."

Lin Ming said, "When I went to the Witch God Tower, I promised you that I would avenge your sisters and kill Chi Guda and Headmaster Huochi. Now, Chi Guda is dead, and Headmaster Huochi has not yet been killed. Not only do people have a grudge against you for killing their teachers, but they also have a deep holiday with me, and I also want to get the holy fire of the Huochi tribe, so I came back to the southern border this time to kill him."

When Lin Ming said this, Na Yi's eyes widened in surprise, and Na Shui also covered her small mouth, killing Huo Chi to teach! ? Plunder the heritage fire of the Huochi tribe! ?

Headmaster Huochi's strength is at least in the middle of the day after tomorrow, and they had easily killed their masters. In the eyes of the two sisters, these characters are the top masters in the entire southern border. They are as unsurpassable as mountains, even if they are determined in love. Nayi, every time she thinks of this murderous revenge, she will feel suffocated. She clearly knows how slim the probability of reaching that level of strength is in her lifetime.

And now, Lin Ming is going to kill Headmaster Huochi? He is only sixteen!

Back then, when Lin Ming killed Chi Gu and beat him, Na Yi was inexplicably horrified, but some of the peerless geniuses recorded in the ancient books of the Witch God Sect were also able to do this at the age of fifteen or sixteen. Lin Ming was able to return from the kingdom of God. Although Nayi was shocked by killing Chi Gu and beating, it was acceptable, but killing Huo Chi headmaster... She couldn't imagine it!

Chapter 312 Scarlet Moon Sect Master

"Benevolent Master, Headmaster Huo Chi is at least a mid-acquired cultivation base, maybe even a late-acquired!" Na Yi's voice could not remain calm, she knew that Lin Ming's talent was amazing, it was hard to imagine that Lin Ming's strength could So much progress in just a few months. ()

She doesn't have accurate information on what the strength of Headmaster Huochi is now, let alone killing Headmaster Huochi, it's not just about being stronger than the opponent. There are so many masters in Huochi Cult, Lin Ming wants to be in such an environment. Killing people is a lot of difficulties, I am afraid that Lin Ming must at least have the strength equivalent to the peak of the day after tomorrow before he dares to do so.

Looking at Lin Ming's current cultivation, at the most condensed stage, could his true strength surpass his own cultivation by nearly two realms?

Nayi felt unimaginable. Even the Southern Border Yuhuang recorded in the ancient books of the Witch God was not so exaggerated when she was young. In Nayi's mind, the Yuhuang 6,000 years ago was the spiritual belief of the Southern Border second only to the Witch God. , he once established the Southern Border Empire equivalent to the third-rank power, and his own strength is beyond estimation.

"Benefactor, should we investigate again, the information I have learned about the strength of Headmaster Huochi is not accurate."

Lin Ming said: "It doesn't matter, even if his strength reaches the peak of the day after tomorrow, and there are various hidden strengths that make my assassination fail, I can still retreat. The purpose of my coming here today is just to inform you that I have fulfilled my promise to you, not from You got information here."

Nayi stopped talking. Indeed, Lin Ming naturally had already made a plan to kill Headmaster Huochi before he came to the southern border, and it was impossible to discuss with her whether to assassinate him. Besides, she also had limited information. . Can't give any valuable advice at all.

"I see." Na Yi nodded. In her mind, Lin Ming was someone who was constantly accomplishing incredible things. She didn't suspect that Lin Ming was hot-headed, she just felt unbelievable.

"This time I'm going to kill the Huochi headmaster. No matter whether it is successful or not, you and your sister should change places. It's too close to the Huochi tribe and it's not safe." Comes in a one-foot-square box. Hand it to Nayi: "This is for your sisters. In the future, you want to live an ordinary and prosperous life, or you want to return to the country. It's up to you to decide."

Lin Ming put the box on the table, the Na sisters brought him a very big opportunity, and he could fully repay the kindness here.

"Brother Mu Lin...you..." Na Shui pursed her lips when she saw that Lin Ming was about to leave, her eyes flickered, she wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it.

Lin Ming smiled slightly, rubbed Na Shui's head, and said, "Cultivation well, maybe we will meet again in the future."

After Lin Ming finished speaking, he walked out of the hut. Unfolding his body technique, he disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Seeing her sister's reluctance, Nayi sighed and shook her head slightly.

In the future, Lin Ming is likely to become a figure like Emperor Yu, the ruler of a continent hundreds of thousands of miles away. The gap with them is as far as the sky, so how could he be her brother Mu Lin?

Na Yi opened the box left by Lin Ming with complicated thoughts, but she was stunned when she saw what was inside.

A full box of golden tickets, each one worth a thousand taels, were stacked solidly. Looking at the thickness of at least one or two hundred pieces, this is hundreds of thousands of taels of gold. Ordinary people can't spend it in more than ten lifetimes. Even if it is used to buy resources for martial arts training, it is enough for the two sisters to worry about it for a lifetime.

Next to the golden ticket, there is a jade slip, and next to the jade slip, there are bottles and jars of medicinal pills. After opening the medicine bottle, there is a faint medicinal fragrance inside.

Nayi took a look at the jade slip and let out a sigh of air. It turned out to be a set of human-level middle-grade exercises, plus these medicinal pills and golden tickets, the contents of this box are worth hundreds of thousands of taels of gold. .

Although Na Yi was a witch of the Na clan tribe, the southern border was no more prosperous than the Middle Earth, and it was not easy for a tribe with hundreds of thousands of people to come up with such a large sum of money.

But Lin Ming took it out and gave it away at will. What level of power should this be?

Nayi suddenly felt that compared to this grand world, the Southern Border tribes were so insignificant...

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Huochi City is located nine hundred miles west of the Wugu Tribe. It is the power center of the Huochi tribe and the seat of the Huochi Sect.

Most of the tribes in southern Xinjiang are countries where divine power is above the monarchical power, and the Huochi tribe is no exception.

In the center of Huochi City, there are seven spires, each of which is more than 20 feet tall, and the one in the middle is the tallest, more than 30 feet tall.

The building complex surrounding these seven minarets is where the Huochi Sect is located.

The night fell slowly, the streets that had been noisy all day fell silent, and the lights of thousands of houses were lit up in Huochi City. From the sky, it stretched like a sky full of stars. This is a rare bustling scene in the entire southern border. The Chi tribe has plundered the population and slaves through continuous battles. The total number of tribes has reached millions, and Huochi City has become one of the largest cities in southern Xinjiang.

In the room on the top floor of the central minaret, a few people were sitting around a round table. The first seat was a bald man. He was wearing a black robe, with weird tattoos on his head and face, and his face was indifferent.

Beside him, there is a thick and long divine scepter, the upper part of the divine scepter bulges in the shape of a spindle, and there is a circle of white skulls hanging on it.

This person is the headmaster of Huo Chi, Chiyue.

Under the head of Chiyue, sat a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears. He put his arms around a slender slave girl and kneaded a fat hand in the slave girl's clothes. He kneaded it wantonly. With such force, the female slave bit her lip in pain and trembled all over, but she held back and did not dare to say a word.

Although the fat man's actions were absurd, his grinning eyes revealed a vicious murderous aura, "Chi Yue Jiao Zun, the soldiers and horses are ready, just wait for the masters of the divine religion to dispatch, Jiao Zun is considered a good person. When the day is auspicious, we will send our divisions to the north and smash the Agu tribe in one fell swoop! The plundered cultivation resources will be distributed and dealt with by the gods.

The fat man said, the smile on his face was even better, and the strength in his hands also increased a bit, the pain made the female slave's face pale, and beads of sweat began to ooze out of her forehead.

However, she still gritted her teeth and did not dare to say a word. The person holding her was the chief of the Huochi tribe. This person was extremely cruel, even more vicious than the leader of the Huochi sect. Over the years, the female slave who was humiliated to death by him I don't know how many. If she couldn't bear the pain and made a noise and disturbed the meeting of the three of them, her fate would be extremely miserable. One of her sisters was thrown into a military prostitute camp because she couldn't stand it. .

Chiyue sat firmly on the first seat, with her right hand turned up, her palm facing upwards, her thumb touching the other four fingers in turn, and after a while, Chiyue said in a deep voice, "Three months later, the day when the wolf star and the sky star meet. , you can send troops."

"Three months? How long?" The fat-headed chief frowned, dissatisfied with the time, and he couldn't wait.

With the current combat power of the Huochi tribe, it is easy to defeat the Agu tribe, but it is only a question of how much to lose, but Chiyue's words represent the Huochi sect, even if the fat-headed chief is the chief, he cannot refute.

Glancing at the new General Huochi who was in his first seat, the fat-headed chief nodded, "It will only be three months, and then the gods of the gods will help!"

"This is natural!" Chiyue said calmly.

Chiyue's expression fell in the eyes of the fat-headed chief, but it made him a little unhappy. Every time he begged Huo Chi to teach him to send out a master, all the plundered cultivation resources had to be distributed by them. In this way, how long would it take for them to cultivate enough resources in the palace. Wouldn't the master who rivaled the Huochi sect always be controlled by the Huochi sect?

Feeling unhappy, the fat-headed chief's hand subconsciously exerted more force, and this time, the female slave finally couldn't help but let out a slight moan.

"Huh?" The Fat Head Chief frowned.

When the female slave heard this snort, her whole body suddenly became cold.

Her body trembled slightly, and there was only one thought in her heart, it was over, what awaited her would be the fate of life rather than death.

As slaves, they are not even qualified to commit suicide. In the Huochi law, the slaves who commit suicide will be used to feed the beasts. In the beliefs of the people in southern Xinjiang, the deceased who are eaten by the beasts or people cannot enter the reincarnation. , never to be superseded.

Therefore, many slaves did not dare to commit suicide despite their longing for death.

The fat-headed chief laughed slyly, as if thinking about how to punish the slave girl tonight to vent his depression, but at this moment, a cold voice descended from the sky and enveloped the entire minaret.

"Sorry! I'm afraid you won't have a chance to wait for three months!"

The voice full of murderous intent, with a terrifying arrogance, made the fat-headed chief tremble. He immediately stood up and looked at the top of his head in horror, but all he saw was the dark ceiling.

"Who!?"

The fat-headed chief pushed away the female slave in his arms, his expression uncertain, but he immediately thought that the headmaster of Huochi was also there, and that many masters of the Huochi sect were not far away, he finally felt a little at ease, these people usually eat people. Damn guys who don't spit out their bones, there's really nothing to say about their strength, otherwise the Huochi tribe wouldn't be able to sweep the northern part of the southern border all these years.

Headmaster Huochi Chiyue's expression also changed slightly. This person was able to hide from his perception and sneak into the heavily guarded Huochi Tower.

"Who is it? Come out! Don't make a fool of yourself!" Chiyue's voice still remained calm, he has the capital to be calm, and his own cultivation has reached the late stage of the day after tomorrow. With the help of the inextinguishable holy fire, he will be difficult among the warriors of the day after tomorrow. Enemies!

He doesn't say that the strength is the first in the entire southern border, at least the strength is the top five, and now he is on his territory. With the help of his subordinates, he is not afraid of anyone at all. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)m