Chapter 189: Inheritance task
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From A Stronghold NPC To The Final BOSS
- White Horse Fading Away
- 1115 characters
- 2021-02-01 04:55:44
Huh!
While the breeze was blowing, it was like a chaotic blade sweeping across the sky. A cultivator of the True Martial Realm, two-tiered monk, could not directly evade and was killed by the chaotic blade on the spot.
"Thirteenth!"
Taking the knife, Peng Qing glanced at his task, and said silently in his heart.
"Inheritance mission: killing one is a crime, killing ten thousand is a male, slaughtering nine million is a male, a male!"
"Task requirements: kill a certain number of true martial arts monks!"
"The current task completion rate: 13/10000!"
"Task time limit: three years!"
"Task reward: complete inheritance!"
"Mission failed: lost heritage!"
For the above task requirements.
Peng Qing didn't have much feeling.
After all, this is the game world, no matter how much you kill, it's just NPCs.
In his eyes, this is just a set of cold data.
Peng Qing really cares.
is the number of 10,000 True Martial States.
This number is quite a lot. In the past half month, he has only killed thirteen, and he still relied on the violent wind slash he realized and the blood-weeping blade of the low-grade spiritual tool given by the sword slave.
at this time.
Just as Peng Qing was collecting the spoils, the voice of the slave slave came from the ring: "The true martial realm in the real realm is limited after all. If you want to complete the task, it is best to go to the spiritual realm."
"With my current strength, would it be too risky to travel to the spiritual realm?"
"Although you are Zhenwu First Heavy, you have the Weeping Blood Blade of your former master in your hand. This is a weapon that kills you more powerfully. Don't look at it as a low-grade spirit weapon.
As long as enough people are killed, it can become stronger step by step.
With your current strength, combined with the Weeping Blood Blade, waiting for the cultivator of the Free Nei Gang Realm will not be your opponent.
If you go to the spiritual realm, as long as you don’t deliberately provoke the cultivator of the spiritual martial realm, you can still run if you can’t beat it. "
"Spirit Realm?" Peng Qing muttered.
The old voice of the knife slave continued: "The True Martial Realm in the True Realm is the top. If too much True Martial Realm is lost, everyone will inevitably be wary.
Although there are not many masters in the true realm, the sect is after all the foundation of the town. If they use these methods, it is difficult to compete with them at this stage.
On the contrary, although the True Martial Realm in the spiritual realm is a master, but it is not the top in the end, it is normal for some True Martial Realm to fall through the battle.
In order to complete the task and obtain the highest inheritance, one must have courage that ordinary people do not have. "
The words of the slave slave.
broke Peng Qing's hesitation.
indeed.
Although he is Zhenwu First Heavy, his comprehensive strength has exceeded this level.
In addition to killing thirteen cultivators in the real martial arts realm, his own realm has almost reached the peak of real martial arts, and it will not be long before he can break into the second real martial arts.
If you want to come this way, the spiritual realm is not impossible.
"What's the matter, another elder is missing!"
Zhang Jiye's face was gloomy, looking at the people below, he only felt a gush of anger in his chest, which would explode at any time.
One person braced the anger, bit the bullet and replied: "When I rush over, there is only a mess left in the same place, I am afraid that Elder Liu is already bad luck."
"Sect Master, we have had three elders missing in just three days, and one of them has been confirmed to have fallen, and the other two are the same.
Could this matter be another sect, secretly targeting us! "
"Let me check, focus on the three sects, and see who is most likely to do it." Zhang Jiye suppressed his anger and said coldly.
The sect he was in had only a dozen true martial arts realms.
Now there are three True Martial Realms, and the loss is not small at all.
In Zhang Jiye's heart, the person who shot must be the hostile force of the sect.
As for whether it was the hand of another person.
He never considered this issue at all.
Let's talk about whether the foreigner has this strength, even if there is, the sect is not shattered now, and the person who died in the hands of the foreigner can be resurrected, even if there is a three-day buffer period.
It's been three days since the first fallen elder.
is not resurrected!
That means that the person who does it is not a stranger.
Some judgments are so simple, but in Zhang Jiye's eyes, they are hard facts.
He just wants to know now.
Which sect is going to act on him.
Zhang Jiye already felt that there was a layer of black mist covering him, and the dark place was more like scarlet eyes staring at him coldly, and he was about to pounce on him at any time.
Simultaneously.
The other sects of this realm are also investigating secretly.
Because during this period of time, they also lost a few cultivators in the True Martial Realm.
In the study room bright as daylight, Bei Yunhou held a volume of books in his hand and was studying carefully. A little bit of incense lit up on the desk, and the fragrance filled the room.
Tough!
"Master Hou, see you if you have something to do with your humble duty!"
"come in!"
Bei Yunhou said lightly, but his sight still fell on the book in his hand, and he didn't move halfway.
咿呀!
There was a faint sound, the door was pushed open, and a tall man in casual clothes came in.
After seeing Beiyunhou, he immediately lowered his head and clasped his fists: "I have seen Lord Hou!"
"Let's talk, what happened?"
"The remnants of Yifenghou have been found!"
"Huh?" Bei Yunhou took the hand of the booklet for a while, his eyes finally moved away and fell on the person, and said, "Where is he?"
"I'm outside, saying I want to see Lord Hou!"
"Anyone besides himself?"
"I never saw it."
"Let him come to see me in the side hall!"
Bei Yunhou put down the book in his hand, and immediately stood up and walked out of the study.
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