Haoyuan, Wangu City.

In the largest hall in the ancient city, it is majestic and majestic, and the walls are carved with birds and beasts, and the gods and beasts are fierce, and they look majestic and majestic from afar.

However, the hall that was very quiet in the past is extremely lively today, and one after another figures flew from outside Haoyuan, heading towards the hall in the center of the city.

"I've seen the Black King. ”

Suddenly, a black dark cloud derived from outside Haoyuan, as if it was enveloped in thousands of evils, and fell to the door of the main hall and turned into a humanoid figure, but the whole body was shrouded in black robes.

Suddenly, the anode thunder, amaranth Konglin, hills, spirit butterfly yun, Wan Tianxing and others who came first got up one after another.

The Filthy Black King, who was wrapped in a thick black robe, was like a black cloud that was constantly tumbling and surging, revealing hideous eyes from time to time, and slightly signaled to the respect of the few people in front of him, and then fell to the first seat under the white jade seat on the main hall.

The illusory black arm poked out of the black robe and grabbed it towards the jade table beside him, which was filled with all kinds of rare and exotic fruits, exuding a rich aroma.

Just like that, he ate unceremoniously, and after eating the spirit fruit on the jade table in front of him, his arm stretched out two zhang long, and he grabbed the spirit fruit on the other person's table, without any embarrassment.

Nowadays, the mountains and rivers of Haoyuan cover an area of tens of millions of miles, and there are many secret realms and dangerous places, many elixirs and treasures, and even a royal medicine has appeared, and these spiritual fruits are all offered by the tribes and ancient cities below.

The actions of the Filthy Black King also made Yang Jilei and the others smile bitterly, but they didn't dare to show it, Wang Wei was irreversible, although they were the elders of the Flame Temple, but the gap in the martial arts realm was really here.

And they have long been accustomed to the temperament of the Filthy Black King, except for the hall master in Haoyuan, no one else cares much, if it weren't for the hall lord summoning you here this time, it would not be easy for them to see the Filthy Black King.

"I don't know what the hall master called us here?"

Lingdie Yun let out a voice, his eyes showed curiosity, more than a hundred years ago, they came to this Guiru World from the small barren continent of the Extreme Movement, and they were scattered out to investigate the scene of the Guiru World, and it can be said that they rarely stayed in Haoyuan.

They were all summoned back suddenly, and they were naturally a little curious in their hearts.

"I'm afraid that what I have done over the years has not been satisfactory to the hall master. ”

Wan Tianxing spoke, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, in recent years, there have been many Terran warriors under their command, and they have also absorbed many martial artists in the Guiru World, but they can't handle it in terms of top-notch combat power.

The world of returning to the ruins is the place where all races gather, and the warriors who can come to the world of the ruins, which one is not unruly, or even the evil people of the heavens, to deal with such a martial artist, the only way to deal with such a warrior is to kill and kill, to see whose fist is powerful, and to face the wicked Huairou is nonsense.

However, it is okay in the Shenmu Domain, outside of the Shenmu Domain, none of the major forces in the Guiru World recognize the Flame Temple, and even over the years, the strongholds established by the Flame Temple outside the Shenmu Domain have been uprooted by many of the forces in the Ruins.

Wan Tianxing's words made all the warriors in the main hall smile bitterly, as the world of the ruins became more and more turbulent, as the branch hall under the Flame Temple, their power became more and more inadequate.

In the final analysis, there are too few strong people in the Flame Temple to support the façade, but a Filthy Black King can't take care of it at all.

Soon, on the main seat above the main hall, a figure condensed out of thin air, and suddenly the low voice in the hall fell silent, and all the warriors stood up and spoke respectfully.

"I've seen the hall master. ”

Qing Yang Huan's eyes looked around the entire hall, and the hall masters of the branch halls of the Flame Sanctuary in the Xiaomang Desolate Continent gathered in the hall at the beginning, and this was the first time since he came to Haoyuan to gain a foothold.

"Sit down, you've worked hard all these years. ”

Seeing Qingyang Huan's expression, the people who originally wanted to shirk could only sit down one by one.

Looking at these people, Qing Yanghuan couldn't help but have a little headache, there were not a few spiritual things that had been rewarded over the years, but unfortunately most of the people such as Yang Jilei could only watch and had no practical effect.

"I already know the development of the Flame Temple over the years, and it is up to you, but to me. ”

Hearing Qingyang Huan say this, the warriors in the hall are all relieved, because of their strength, although they are very dedicated, they are still unable to do it.

"Now I have a way to help you improve your strength, but it is only a preliminary idea, whether it will succeed or not, or even what the consequences will be, so I will gather you and ask what you mean. ”

Without the slightest cover-up, Qingyang Huan said loudly.

It can be said that in order to find a way to improve the strength of the hall masters, he has worked hard in the past few days, and even re-entered the sea of reincarnation, created a divine chain with the royal Dao divine gold, and went deep into the endless depths of the bitter sea, and brought back a king who was silent in the depths of the bitter sea.

However, he was also affected by the rules of the bitter sea, and suffered some trauma, there are many spiritual warriors in the bitter sea, but the existence of the king heaven and earth is very rare.

It seems that there are more restrictions, he can attract ordinary martial artists, but if he wants to attract martial artists who are sealed kings and heavens, he needs to pay a great price.

Of course, he didn't say anything about this at the moment, if many martial artists in the hall couldn't improve their strength, then even if he paid the price, he could only enter the sea of reincarnation to lead the king back and sit in the Flame Temple.

In fact, the strong man of the king realm, he also has scruples, the king who has been floating in the bitter sea for a long time, under the baptism of the bitter sea, the body is the same as that of Yang Ji Lei and others, and he has already turned into a kind of cold royal body.

Such an existence can't improve its strength and can't give birth to offspring, so how can he control it.

The gap between the king and the half-king is not only the combat power, but also the level of life.

Therefore, he needs to find a way to improve the strength of martial artists such as Anode Thunder, and if he can't do anything, he will re-enter the reincarnation of the sea of suffering.

Not to mention, he hasn't been busy in vain these days, and he really thought of a solution, of course, this solution was thought of under the mention of Gu Buxian.

"What do you think?"

Feeling that the breath in the hall was a little stagnant, after a half-pillar of incense, Qingyang Huan asked out loud.

"Hall Master, can we really improve our strength?"

Suddenly, Qiu Gully spoke up, saying that when they were in the Xiaomang Wilderness Continent, they helped Qingyang Huan protect the human bloodline, and afterwards they also received the reward of human luck, but they failed to wash the cold in their bodies.

The chill soaked in the sea of bitterness contains a breath of reincarnation, and the humane luck brings them luck, but it is incompatible with this breath of reincarnation.

Over the years, their strength has almost not improved, and even the blood in their bodies is cold, and they are like a living dead.

In fact, for martial artists, this kind of cold is nothing, and what some martial artists cultivate is the cold and underworld, but they are not only cold in flesh and blood, but also cold in their hearts.

As a warrior, there is nothing more desperate than to cut off the road ahead.

For a while, Qing Yang Huan's words made the warriors in the hall show hope in their eyes, of course, there was also a person in the hall who was devouring the spirit fruit by himself, as if everything had nothing to do with him, and Qing Yang Huan didn't care about it.

As a true spirit born from the evil qi of heaven and earth, the Filthy Black King already has an aura that is incompatible with heaven and earth.

"It's just a preliminary idea, and there may be danger in it, so it's up to you to see what you want. ”

"Hall Master, my subordinates are willing to give it a try. ”

"Qiu Gully is also willing to give it a try. ”

......

There was an undulating sound in the hall, although he knew that it would be such a scene, but some things Qingyang Huan would still bring up, not as a strong man with great combat power in the King Realm, but as his own person, let them make a choice.

In fact, the way he came up with was very simple, that is, to let Yang Jilei and the others transfer to the martial arts cultivation of the Great Netherworld Realm of the Human Race.

The martial artists who have experienced the immersion of the bitter sea of reincarnation, their flesh and blood have long been cold, close to the physique of the heavens and netherworlds, and this kind of martial arts cultivation actually exists in the human race, that is, the Great Netherworld Realm back then.

In the Middle Ages, in the Great Hades Realm, in addition to the Ten Palaces of Yama, judges, black and white impermanence, bull heads and horse faces, there are still many ghosts.

It's just that the collapse of the Great Netherworld, coupled with the stabbing in the back of the Garo clan, has caused the ghosts of the Netherworld to fall a lot, and now in the entire hell, that is, the returning Wheel King has some strength.

The dignified Netherworld, the supreme existence corresponding to the land of the human race, was attacked by despicable races and reduced to such a state, which is simply embarrassing.