Trophies

Two Hundred and Sixty-Six Chapter Trophies

In the huge cave, in an instant, there was absolute silence, almost even a pin dropped on the ground could be heard.

Everyone tilted their heads and looked at Zhao Rui in shock, their faces filled with disbelief.

The Spiritual Origin True Immortal Sect Sect Leader was dead!

The evil sect leader, who was almost as powerful as a demon, was so easily beheaded by the sudden appearance of the silver-faced man, under the magic sword!

How can people believe this!

You know, just a moment ago, hundreds of armed police officers were forced by the Lord's terrifying evil spell, nearly wiped out!

However, just a few minutes later, the situation has changed forever.

The powerful Cult Master was easily killed by this silver-faced man!

Even the sect master was defeated at the hands of this silver-faced man, so how strong was this silver-faced man!

Everyone did not dare to guess, nor could they guess.

They just turned their eyes with mixed respect and fear towards Zhao Rui, waiting for his next move.

Everyone's hearts involuntarily beat rapidly, as if they were about to pop out of their throats.

This mysterious and powerful silver-faced man, one action, one word, will decide their fate, decide whether they live or die!

Zhao Rui hovered in mid-air, his icy gaze swept back and forth towards the bottom, and suddenly waved his hand.

The Bloodthirsty Devil Knife shot out in a coiled motion. It heavily hit the black stone door that weighed ten thousand tons.

With a loud bang, the incomparably thick stone door was torn into pieces like a piece of paper, and the huge stones were blown away and shot in all directions.

Hundreds of police officers were finally sure at this point that they had escaped from death. Can not help but be ecstatic, excited to let out a sky-shattering cheers, hurriedly towards the cave outside.

After the thrilling moment they had just experienced, they were no longer willing to stay in this cave for half a second.

The remaining disciples of the Spiritual Origin True Immortal Sect were a completely different scene.

Their faces were all pale. Lost in thought, unable to accept the reality that the sect master had been killed.

As the most devout followers of the Immortal Sect, in their minds, the sect master was like a heavenly god. Between heaven and earth, only the sect master was the only true immortal, invincible in heaven and earth.

However, at this moment, the idol in their hearts was like a clay statue, splitting in pieces and collapsing.

This made them completely unable to accept it for a while.

Now. In their eyes, the silver-faced man who had defeated the sect master was like a demon from hell. Resurfacing on earth.

Zhao Rui swept a glance at these cultists, then turned around and flew towards the altar.

Since that was this sect leader's lair, maybe there could be something good inside, go over and clean up the loot. There is no harm in going there to clean up the spoils.

Those evil sects. But thought that Zhao Rui is to eliminate the grass, each face as pale as dirt. Not even the thought of escaping could not be raised.

Because, they know, with the silver-faced man as terrifying strength, no matter how to escape, can not escape.

Zhao Rui flew closer to the altar, saw these evil believers still stupidly standing in place, can not help but some strange.

He waved his hand, a strong force gushed out, rolled up these evil believers and sent them directly outside the cave.

Although these people have done a lot of harm, but the police have their own handling, he did not bother to intervene.

Flying over the altar, Zhao Rui slowly descended from the air, landed in front of the stone hall, and then walked in.

The stone hall is not very big, with the huge body of the Lord of the Spiritual Source True Immortal Church, living here, it is just right.

Zhao Rui casually surveyed the surroundings and found that the floor of the stone hall, carved with many strange incantations, incantations are dark red, as if coated with a layer of blood.

These incantations are arranged in a strange way, converging in the center of the stone hall.

In the center of the stone hall, there is an alcove, just enough to lie down a person, in the alcove, there is a football-sized black square box.

Square box emits a black metallic luster, I do not know what metal is composed of, with an evil aura, the exterior is engraved with some light golden runes, very exquisite and demonic.

Zhao Rui suddenly remembered that Wu Chunbo seemed to have mentioned that the reason why the Spiritual Source True Immortal Sect leader was particularly interested in the Heavenly Treasures Spiritual Child seemed to be related to a magic box.

Wu Chunbo said that the magic box, probably refers to this.

Zhao Rui somewhat curiously picked up the black metal box and held it in his hand for a closer look.

However, after half a day of checking, did not see the origin of this box, and do not know how to open this box, but instinctively feel that this magic box, perhaps hidden in some kind of, powerful magic.

Zhao Rui could not help but frown, this magic box may really need the heavenly treasure spirit child as a sacrifice, in order to open.

However, such a bloody and cruel thing, he could not do it anyway.

Zhao Rui then threw the magic box into the Qiankun Ring, decided to slowly look for other ways to open the magic box, anyway, he has plenty of time, and is not in a hurry.

This Spiritual Source True Immortal Sect leader, obviously a poor ghost, in addition to the magic box, there is nothing else, can enter Zhao Rui eyes.

Zhao Rui did not want to waste any more time in the stone hall, toe on the ground a little, the whole person rose up in the air, towards the cave outside, soon disappeared in the sight of the crowd.

He quickly flew back to the East Lake and returned to his apartment.

Take off the underworld mask, Zhao Rui look at the watch, found that it is already more than three in the morning, the thought of tomorrow to work, Zhao Rui hurried into the washroom, ready to wash up a bit, and then go to bed.

Turn on the hot water heater, a thin stream of water spurted out from the nozzle, rinsing the dust from his body hurriedly Zhao Rui closed his eyes, enjoying the flush of water, gently exhaled a breath, his face showed a look of satisfaction.

In the bathroom, steam curls, the mirror is covered with a layer of water.

Zhao Rui rushed, then reached out and wiped the mirror, carefully scrutinizing himself in the mirror.

The changes in the past year or so are indeed great.

The face, bronze skin, solid body, compared with the former thin and ordinary appearance, simply like two people.

Zhao Rui turned around and took a look at the back, a strange circular tattoo, deeply engraved in the center of his back.

This was the mark of his entry into the Immortal Demon Mausoleum, and the mark of his acceptance of the ancient Great Demon Eight Desolate Savage Dragons' inheritance.

It was because of such a mark that the trajectory of his life was different from then on.

After taking a shower, Zhao Rui dried his body and went straight to bed.

The next morning, as usual, and Yun Fang went to work together with the seven middle schools.

The two of them went out of the neighborhood and came to the bus stop to wait for the bus, Yun Fang suddenly seemed to remember something and suddenly said, "By the way, Mr. Zhao, I went to your house last night to look for you, but you didn't seem to be there!"

"Ah? Is that so?" Zhao Rui was slightly shocked, then made an excuse, "I was out for a walk, right, Miss Yun, do you want to see me for something?"

"It's not a big deal, it's just that the lights at home suddenly broke, and I wanted to ask you to help me change them, but then I saw that you weren't here, so I took care of it myself." Yun Fang smiled a little embarrassed.

"You should have called me then, I'll make sure I'm on call." Zhao Rui made a joke.

"Is that so?" Yun Fang's eyes flowed rhythmically, and she glanced at him with a smile, as if she felt that this statement had some deep meaning.

At this moment, the bus came, the two interrupted the conversation, squeezed on and took the bus to the school.

When they arrived at the senior teacher's office, the office, only Mr. Li, was sitting in his seat, leisurely reading the newspaper, the other teachers had not yet arrived.

Noticing that the two came in, Mr. Li nodded towards the two, as a greeting.

"Teacher Li, a newspaper for breakfast every day, now it has become your habit ah!" Yun Fang responded with a smile.

"This is concerned about current affairs. By the way, Ms. Yun, there is a news item on here, you must be very interested." Teacher Li smiled at Yun Fang, then picked up the newspaper and read it, "Last night, An County police destroyed a cult that had been hiding for many years and was very powerful, killing the cult leader and arresting 40 or 50 cultists ..."

Yun Fang had already gone to his desk, wiping the table with a rag, heard here, so faintly interrupted his words: "Such news, what has it to do with me. You don't think that I also participate in that cult, do you?"

"I have not finished reading it, this news after a sentence, is the most important."" Li said with a smile, and then continued to read, "It is reported that this cult, with a series of missing children cases in East Lake City, has a close relationship."

Yun Fang, who was still wiping the table, heard the last sentence and immediately stopped, then turned around and asked sharply, "Really? Is that really what the newspaper said?"