Lord of the Starry Sky - #259 - Two hundred and forty-nine. Everyone is waiting

The woman in black clothes was startled by Shen Jian’s sudden change of subject, but she quickly responded: Stop talking nonsense, you are a junior and you are not worthy of asking me my name!

Shen Jian was not angry when he heard this: I can’t help but pick up the pot. For thousands of years, the Netherworld Road has been like a rat in a ditch, everyone is shouting to beat it. Although there must be masters and powerful people among them, the reputation is destined to spread. Come on, I’m asking you this, I’m really ignorant.”

A clumsy way to provoke a general. The woman in black shirt laughed angrily.

Shen Jian shook his head: It’s really not a way to provoke generals. If you don’t believe me, ask Dahai. Before he came into contact with you, had he heard the names of those powerful people in the Netherworld? I don’t know more than him.

It’s good to have heard of the Netherworld, but who among them are famous in history and known to us modern people?

The woman in the black shirt snorted: One day, all of you will know it and you will never forget it.

Shen Jian replied: Oh.

It was okay that he didn’t answer, but such a response, coupled with his expression, made the woman in black clothes who was suppressing her temper furious.

Pang Hai said helplessly on the side: Senior, just like me, just call this senior Granny Tao. She lived a thousand years ago.

Shen Jian nodded lightly: He is indeed an old-timer.

Pang Hai was actually reminding him in a subtle way.

The soul can last for thousands of years without being destroyed. Even if there are some additional special factors, the strength of Grandma Tao’s cultivation in the past cannot be underestimated.

Under normal circumstances, the maximum lifespan of a monk in the golden elixir stage is only six decades, which is 360 years.

The maximum lifespan of a monk in the Nascent Soul stage is only eighteen years, or one thousand and eighty years.

The Netherworld tries to figure out the laws of death and life, but its impact on one’s own lifespan is also very limited.

Perhaps there are other external forces that have kept Granny Tao’s spirit alive, but no matter how strong the external forces are, it is impossible for a Golden Core Stage monk to survive for so many years.

The level of cultivation of this woman in black shirt during her lifetime was guaranteed to be at the Nascent Soul stage, and she was most likely a senior Yuanying ancestor with a higher level.

Even higher is not impossible.

Her temper and words don’t look like those of an older person, maybe it’s because of her personality.

But another possibility is that she quickly reached a higher level of cultivation during her lifetime, and then suffered a disaster and fell into her current state.

Among monks, it was considered a genius who died young to a certain extent.

However, Shen Jian did not know the specific circumstances.

It turns out to be Granny Tao. Shen Jian nodded: I have no intention of exploring other people’s secrets, but if it’s convenient, could you tell me why the other party came to you?

Grandma Tao, who was dressed in black, snorted coldly and had no intention of answering.

Pang Hai rubbed his hands with a look of embarrassment on his face.

Shen Jianyan said: In addition to our place, Teacher Li and others were attacked by the Gangfeng layer, and there may also be attacks by more people from the Netherworld Dao. At least let us know why we were implicated, how deep the implication is, and what we may face. How many opponents? If we can successfully contact the outside world and call for reinforcements, it would be easier to report.

Grandma Tao sneered: The world may not know the names of our people in the Netherworld, but it is impossible not to know our methods, right? Even if we know how many Netherworld magicians there are, what’s the use?

A Nether Magician, like Grandma Tao, can master the unique skills of the Netherworld directly passed down, and his own strength is extraordinary.

But its core combat power always lies more in the Nether Puppet.

Before the actual operation, no one knew how many ghost puppets a Nether Master owned, and it was also difficult to know the identity and strength of these puppets.

What’s even more frightening is that the Nether Master’s puppets are likely to be beaten more and more.

Assuming that once Director Li dies in battle and meets the conditions for being recalled from the underworld, this monk at the peak of the Golden Core stage is likely to become the enemy’s battle puppet shortly after his death, turning the spearhead and targeting his former comrades.

This is the strength of Netherworld Recall, and it is also one of the reasons why it attracts people’s hatred.

Shouldn’t the Netherworld Resurrection be able to freely refine monsters into puppets? Shen Jian asked the previous question again.

If Netherworld Recall can freely refine dead monsters into Netherworld puppets, then the power of Netherworld Dao will undoubtedly be much stronger in history.

In modern monastic and civilized society, monsters are hunted in large numbers and driven into a few wastelands, making it difficult for them to cause chaos.

But in ancient times, there were often tides of beasts and big demons causing chaos.

From another perspective, if you can freely refine monsters into Netherworld puppets, then Netherworld Dao may be able to standardize and improve, and be gradually accommodated and absorbed by the monastic world.

Indeed, you can’t. If you want to refine dead monsters into ghost puppets, you need some special materials. These materials are very scarce and cannot be promoted. We can only do it occasionally. His identity has been revealed, Pang Hai answered frankly this time. .

He looked around: The Akhara Snow Mountain has a special environment and is sparsely populated, but there are many great monsters surviving, so the Nether Master who comes here will definitely collect as much materials as possible before coming here, so that he can find opportunities to refine it after entering the mountain. The great demon becomes a puppet of the Netherworld, adding to its own strength.

Just like the Nether Master who was defeated by their joint efforts just now.

There is no doubt that the other party’s hometown is the middle-aged man in black, who is also his strongest ghost puppet.

With the help of this puppet, the Nether Master went into the mountains and hunted big monsters. He successively killed an Akhara Demonic Cow, a Snow Sky Vulture and a Northland Giant Centipede in various ways, and then refined them into puppets and adopted them as his own. use.

Shen Jian nodded: As expected.

Pang Hai was about to say something more when suddenly his face showed surprise and he turned to look at Granny Tao.

A Nether Magician without Nether Puppet is incomplete. Granny Tao looked at Shen Jian with a sarcastic look on her face: It doesn’t matter if you haven’t heard of my name. Have you heard of this sentence?

Shen Jian said: I have really heard this sentence before.

Before the conversation between the two parties ended, a black shadow suddenly appeared on the mountain peak above the snow valley.

The black shadow fell from the sky and landed on everyone’s heads.

There was silver light spread out, like a silver sun, covering the snow valley, and the cold sword energy made people’s liver and gallbladder burst.

At the same time, the snow on the ground in the distance suddenly collapsed, and then spread in a straight line towards the soles of everyone’s feet, as if there was some terrifying existence rushing over from under the snow.

The black dragon looked up to the sky and roared, spitting out streams of mist from its mouth, letting the clouds and mist mix with the ice and snow, and once again turned into ice mist that filled the valley.

At the same time, its huge body was hovering in the air, its tail upwards, shaking continuously to form a terrifying tornado.

The tornado collided with the sword light in the sky above, refusing to give in to each other.

At the same time, the dragon opened its mouth downwards and took a bite, facing a giant beast that rushed upward from the snow!