Chapter 237 The Master's Perverted Disciples

Chapter 237 The Master’s Perverted Disciples

"Master, if I practice the Four True Fires, what level of strength can I reach?"

The boy asked expectantly.

But what the old man said next made the young man unexpected.

"This Four True Fires is a supreme magical power. Even the magical powers of the nine major forces are far behind."

"If you can really cultivate to great success, then what's the difficulty in killing the saint?"

The old voice coming from the depths of the cave, although its tone was calm, was enough to set off huge waves in the young man's heart.

Kill the Saint?

The old man's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting the young man's heart hard.

With the young man's current strength in the realm of fighting souls, it is impossible to imagine how the realm of saints exists.

But just now, his master actually told him that he had mastered this technique to great perfection.

How could he kill a saint so easily?

This is simply terrible!

The young man took a breath of cold air and couldn't help but ask, "Master, how far can you tell me how far you have developed this magical power?"

"This magical power was taught to me by my father."

"It's just that my qualifications are dull and I have only reached a small level of perfection after practicing for thousands of years. But even under such a quasi-sage, I am still invincible."

"Master, why are you here now?" The young man didn't finish his words, but the old man in the cave knew what he meant.

In the entire area of ​​Yanzhou, there are no quasi-sages.

If this is the case, why is my master now in this state?

"Hey, it's all my fault that I didn't know people well at the beginning and accepted a wolf with white eyes. That's why I ended up like this today!"

The old man in the cave sighed.

"Master, don't worry. After I succeed in my cultivation, I will definitely avenge you and reshape Master's physical body!" the young man said confidently.

"Well, I hope I didn't misjudge the person this time." The old voice paused, and then said, "Tomorrow you go down the mountain and get some medicinal materials according to my recipe for elixir. I will teach you how to refine the secret elixir. medicine!"

"Yes, I will obey the master's decree!" The young man's eyes lit up when he heard the secret recipe, and he immediately shouted.

Shenzhou.

In the endless Gobi Desert, there are no birds and animals here, and there is no life. It is a scene of the end of the world.

At a certain moment, the earth suddenly shook, and the boundless desert suddenly became filled with wind and clouds, filled with overwhelming corpse gas.

This corpse aura has a domineering feel, a kingly aura, which makes people feel surrendered.

The next moment, the ground cracked, and a pale hand suddenly stretched out from the ground.

At the same time, a hoarse voice also sounded.

"After sleeping for thousands of years, I have integrated all the generals' inheritance. Master, I will continue to fight for you!"

Suddenly, in the Gobi Desert, the wind roared, sand and rocks flew, and there seemed to be the sound of killing, which made people's liver and gallbladder chill.

The other side.

A place at the top of the void, boundless.

No monks are allowed to fly here.

Gein, this is where the God-level Sky City of the Tianlong Clan is located.

At this time, in a hidden corner of the void, several figures suddenly appeared.

It was Wei Tian's group of tomb robbers.

Previously it was Wei Tian, ​​Tianpeng and Big Black Dog.

But now the staff is getting stronger and stronger.

In addition to the original trio, there is also Caixia, who is inherited by Hanba.

And the Monkey King, Sun Wukong.

As soon as the group of people emerged from the void, Wei Tian approached Sun Wukong.

Wei Tian couldn't help but ask, "Great Sage, do you have any grudge against the Tianlong Clan?"

"I don't have any grudges against the Tianlong Clan. I just killed a clan leader last time, but my master has grudges against the Tianlong Clan for sure." Sun Wukong replied.

Wei Tian was immediately speechless when he heard Sun Wukong's words.

No hatred, no hatred, why did you choose a god-level sky city to attack!

Originally, according to Wei Tian's wishes, it would be enough to just find a gold-level sky city to start with.

You know, the god-level city in the sky is guarded by the quasi-saint leader of the Tianlong clan.

Under such circumstances, they dared to rob the tomb under their noses, which had to be said to be not dangerous.

"Great Sage, this god-level city in the sky is guarded by a quasi-saint patriarch. I don't think it is as good as us."

Before Wei Tian finished his words to persuade him to retreat, Sun Wukong interrupted unwillingly.

"Hey, what kind of quasi-sage leader is this? Am I not a quasi-sage? What are you afraid of?" Sun Wukong said with a smile.

Wei Tian, ​​""

Last time, in order to get Sun Wukong to join his gang, Wei Tian flattered him a lot.

I originally thought that this would be a powerful boost.

But now it seems that Wei Tian really regrets it.

This monkey head either doesn't come, or when he comes, he chooses such a god-level sky city.

If this disturbs the quasi-sage Tianlong clan leader inside, they will not be able to run away at all.

In other words, Monkey King, the monkey head, might turn into a fly or mosquito and fly away if he fails to defeat it.

But Wei Tian wouldn't have failed to master the seventy-two transformations!

Isn’t this nonsense!

But what Wei Tian didn't know was that Sun Wukong chose the god-level sky city to steal treasures.

In fact, Sun Wukong also has plans.

Now he has practiced the magical power of using his body to refine weapons given to him by Ye Fan.

Just when a magic weapon is needed.

Now that we want to rob tombs, we naturally have to choose a place with many magic weapons.

You can't work for a long time. If the stolen treasures are not enough, the money for running errands will not be worth it.

Sun Wukong is now full of desire for treasures.

As long as he has enough treasures, his body can grow infinitely.

"Then you and Marshal Tianpeng can go in, I will keep watch outside for you!"

Wei Tian said with a smile.

Sun Wukong glanced at this guy and laughed, "Hehe, we are both disciples of the master, why are you so cowardly? Look at Zhao Qinglong."

Wei Tian cried when he heard this, "Great Sage, you don't know that my fourth brother's physique is not comparable to that of ordinary people."

"If it weren't for the fourth brother being ambushed by the old antique of the Tianlong clan, the quasi-sage would have been invincible now."

"Moreover, the disciples that Master accepted before were all better than me."

After hearing Wei Tian's words, Sun Wukong asked curiously, "Hehe, tell me, how are the disciples of the master better?"

"Seventh brother Lingtian, practiced Houyi's magic bow, sixth brother Blood Demon, practiced the God-killing Spear, and third brother Zhong Zhiying practiced the twelve ancestor witches."

"And the eldest sister, she practiced the supreme killing way and the sword way of the immortal sword!"

Wei Tian told the story.

After listening to this, Sun Wukong and others couldn't help but change their faces slightly.

Hou Yi's magic bow, the God-killing Spear, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and the Immortal-killing Sword.

Each of these magical powers is also a very remarkable inheritance in their world.

It seems that Wei Tian really said a lot. The master's disciples are more awesome than each other.

"Oh, I didn't expect the master's disciples to be so awesome. It seems that I, Sun Wukong, have to work harder."

After saying this, Sun Wukong grabbed Wei Tian and entered the god-level secret realm without saying anything.