Chapter 384: Corrupt Tribute Rules, Parasites from the WorldNearly a hundred experts gathered in the underground cave, their hearts tense as they waited for the outcome of the battle. The guns of their mechas were charged to the limit, ready to fire at any moment. At the edge, a sword-bearing man with a crane-like figure and holding a bamboo fan was guarding the person in charge named Ning. He designated a ten-meter radius as a restricted area and did not allow anyone to approach. He also set up a barrier with an invisible force to block all eavesdropping. Zhai Wushuang's frighteningly calm eyes swept over here. He had the urge to intercept him several times, but he was afraid of the sword wielder's strength and had to give up. Compared with some sword wielders who had been promoted for more than ten years or even decades, he was not invincible. "." Zhai Wushuang watched silently, calming the anger in his heart and staying rational. He concluded that the other party was contacting his superiors at this moment to communicate and request an order to replace him. Despite the possibility of facing such pressure, he was determined to stay until the end to seek justice for his deceased relatives. However, the person in charge named Ning, who had his back to the crowd, had already turned horrified. He was talking to Yu Huai of the Supernatural Events Management Bureau and the head of the R&D department through the microcomputer worn on his fingers. "Why did it have to be destroyed at this time? No wonder you can't come over."

"Things are much worse than expected. We have captured the last footage that was transmitted back, and the situation is not optimistic." Yu Huai looked solemn. He was currently stationed at the combat center on the front line and could not leave. "How's the situation at the prison? Our reinforcements are on the way. How long can you hold out?" The gray-haired old man asked. He sounded extremely tired and his face looked a little haggard, as if he had not yet recovered from the severe blow. "The situation is serious. Senior Jiang has gone in, and we don't know what the situation is now." The person in charge surnamed Ning looked sideways at the black ball in the distance, his expression somewhat desolate, his lips opening and closing, uttering the most powerless and cruel words: "If we can't even stop him, and those prisoners escape, we will be wiped out." Yuhua held a firm belief in this and said without wavering: "No, I believe in my uncle, he can do it." "Before I lost contact with him, the prison barrier was broken by the old man. He may still be in the process of suppressing the riot. It will take some time." "But you also know that the most dangerous supernatural creatures are definitely not something that can be guessed by reason." "Hey, I still hope that Senior Jiang and Xianshu are okay." The person in charge named Ning felt a little melancholy and couldn't help but pray. If they really can't even stop that person, the crisis caused will be enough to plunge the mountains and rivers of Kyushu into chaos, with blood flowing for thousands of miles. The existing sword wielders and mechas alone can't stop the strongest existence in the prison. "There is one more thing. Senior Jiang killed Zhai Yi. The sword bearer of Ji Duzhou is her brother. The matter is going to get out of hand. This junior refuses to leave. When Xuan Zun comes out, if he dares to contradict and accuse him, his life will definitely be in danger." The old man surnamed Ning told the two of them everything that happened at the scene, and said worriedly: "I'm afraid that when Senior Jiang comes out after suppressing the riot, he will be seriously injured. That person will not be able to control his thoughts and will wait for an opportunity to attack. That will be troublesome." "He dares! I will kill him." Yu Huai's brows were tightly knitted together and his eyes were cold, and he was obviously really angry. He had the capital to say this, because the sword wielder under him was known as the strongest, far stronger than any other sword wielder. "Yu Huai, don't be upset. You may not understand the child's situation yet."

The old man in the R&D department sighed slightly: "But I tell you the truth. This secret tribe of theirs was created as a killing weapon more than 2,000 years ago by a certain disappeared ancient country and an ambitious person hiding underwater." "He is born with a violent personality. As he grows older, the killing instinct engraved in his genes will only become more and more obvious. It is very difficult for Yun Zhou to tame him." "No need to talk! Just kill the witch." "You guys turned a blind eye to this matter. I can't give Ji Yunzhou face." "If his trained hound hurts my master and kills Xianshu, I will skin him and his dog together!" Yu Huai's attitude was extremely tough, and he instantly suppressed everything the head of the R&D department wanted to say. He instructed the old man surnamed Ning in a tone that could not be refused: "Keep an eye on him for me. If he crosses the line, he will be killed." "By the way, tell Ji Yunzhou that if he doesn't take care of his stupid dog, I will take care of it for him." ".Okay, I'll listen to you." It was the first time in decades that the old man surnamed Ning saw his old friend act so domineering. He did not dare to disobey and nodded in agreement. He was also afraid that Zhai Wushuang would cause a terrible disaster. The first thing he thought of was that among the Nine Departments, three of the highest-ranking leaders were descendants of Xuanzun, and then there were an unknown number of peerless masters in the Sanyi Sect. If a conflict really arose, the consequences would be disastrous. The head of the R&D department said nothing, seemingly tacitly approving the two's decision and not interfering. Just as the old man surnamed Ning was about to contact another colleague, the entire cave began to tremble and shake violently. "Boom!" Suddenly, the pitch-black sphere floating in the distance burst into bright white light, and the terrifying power seemed to break through the barrier and kill the top warriors present. The hurricane roared, the green water was surging, and the sphere made of black mud showed signs of cracking. This scene touched everyone's heart. "Be careful." The swordsman holding the bamboo fan suddenly changed color and hurriedly stood in front of the old man surnamed Ning. The aura emanating from him was so terrifying that it made him feel like he was falling into an icy cave. "What on earth is that?" Some people were completely desperate and saw no hope of winning. "." Zhang Zhiwei and Wei Yuanming fell into deep thought. They were also worried and unable to determine the true situation. Ye Wufu, Qi Che, Fa Wuxiang and the others couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, their bodies were trembling slightly, and there was only one thought in their minds. Will Xuanzun win? ! However, what came faster than the answer was that an old voice sounded from a distance, causing everyone to become alert and turn their heads around. "So they were all waiting here, making me search so hard and wasting my time." A skinny figure slowly appeared. The man had an immortal look, wearing a hair crown, a dark-colored long robe, and holding a whisk. He looked like a hermit cultivator, and his aura was as powerful as the boundless ocean. He appeared beside Zhai Wushuang as if teleporting, glanced at the two sword bearers, Zhang Zhiwei, Wei Yuanming, and the seven jailers, with an indifferent look, and asked fearlessly: "Junior brother, are these the people who are hindering you?"

"Yeah." Zhai Wushuang was frugal with words. "?!" After these words were spoken, the old man surnamed Ning and the other two heads of the nine departments stood there in a daze, unable to react to the origins of this suddenly appearing old Buddhist. The other top warriors stationed there had a bad premonition. Judging from the situation, they were probably going to break up the place and resort to weapons. In order to prevent the chaos from happening, the old man surnamed Ning frowned and spoke first: "Sir, I don't see you very well. Would you mind introducing yourself?" "Wushuang, what do you mean by calling him here?" "Kill Jiang Mo." Zhai Wushuang spoke bluntly, his voice as cold as a numb killing machine. The strongest support force has arrived, and he no longer needs to be afraid of anyone. The old Taoist narrowed his eyes slightly, with a faint smile on his lips, and said jokingly: "Want to hear my story?" "Taiqing Palace - the head disciple is Master Lingyun." "Taiqing Palace" Upon hearing this word, the expressions of several heads of the nine departments turned cold, and they regarded Zhai Wushuang's behavior as betrayal. Wei Yuanming, who knew the truth, had murderous intent in his eyes and targeted both Master Lingyun and Zhai Wushuang. "I was wondering who it was, it turns out to be you, a bunch of parasites hiding behind the secular world." "Wushuang, it's not too late to turn back now! Don't go astray!" The old man surnamed Ning shouted loudly, furious and disappointed with his friend. "Termites? So this is how you ordinary people see us?" Master Lingyun smiled even more and couldn't help but joke: "In the past dynasties, you were very obedient and willing to serve as our lackeys." "How come now, the weak skin has become strong enough to support its hard bones?" The harsh words made everyone extremely uncomfortable. Wei Yuanming decisively drew the Tang sword from his waist and pointed it directly at Master Lingyun, his eyes revealing a sharp and fierce intention. "Old ghost, go back to your secret place. Be a borer or a coward. This world is not a place for you to get involved in." "As for you, Zhai Wushuang, you are guilty of treason and must be executed immediately." Not only him, but the other two sword bearers, under the instruction of the nine heads of the army, were also preparing to surround and kill. The Nine Ministries, the Security Council, Tianran and Taiqing Palace, as well as all the cultivation forces hidden in different secret realms, have irreconcilable conflicts. The practitioners inside regard this mundane world as a chessboard, and kings, princes and generals as chess pieces, manipulating the fate of all beings at will. Through tributes to the imperial court, they wantonly acquired rare treasures and cultivated resources, like fat termites, parasitizing the entire country and reproducing thereby.

In the 12s and s, there were several cultivation forces entrenched in the secret realm. They wanted to follow the past tribute rules and broke out into a bloody battle with the six newly established tribes. At one point, there were heavy casualties. Twelve of the first-generation leaders and substitutes were killed, and there were only a few top masters left. They finally repelled the coveted black hand and forced it back to the secret realm. At this point, a blood feud was formed between the two sides, and later the six divisions were expanded to ten divisions, recruiting the world's geniuses for their own use in order to counter these unknown powerful practitioners, the pro max version of the aliens. They are not only a major hidden danger that endangers the stability of the country, but also the masterminds who have influenced the fate of the dynasty for thousands of years. They are the ones who stir up the situation, and they are also the ones who treat all living beings as playthings. This fateful cycle continued until the demise of the Qing Dynasty. Ever since the first war between the Nine Departments and the hidden sects, there has been a department specifically responsible for blocking the exits of the secret realms where various cultivation forces are located, preparing nuclear weapons, and increasing the number of nuclear bombs year by year to deter these ambitious people lurking in the dark. The dregs of history and the corrupt rules should have been completely destroyed and uprooted long ago. Foreigners have never been the masters of the vast rivers and mountains. Talent is. (End of this chapter)