I, Who Can Only Kill The Emperor In Seconds, Transform Into The Emperor's Harvester

Three days later.

Zixiao Holy Land.

On Zixiao Peak, the elder recruitment meeting was held.

As the sun rises in the sky, countless monks come from all directions in the sky and gradually gather together.

These people were hanging in the air, a dense mass of darkness, numbering in the tens of thousands.

Loose cultivators who practice alone, elders of small sects, and royal families of dynasties, etc.

Of course, there are still some spies from big forces hidden in the middle.

For example, Su Qingxue is one of them.

She comes from the Moon God Sect, one of the three major sects in the Beihai Tianyu. She is one of the secluded elders in the sect and has a third-level Emperor Realm cultivation level.

This time, the Moon God Sect came to find out the secrets of the ancestor Zi Zixiao and to compete for the fourth-level imperial treasure, the Purple Treasure Gourd.

As for why she was chosen, it was mainly because of her steady character.

To be precise, she is too stable.

For example, she has now reached the imperial realm and has become a hidden power in the Moon God Sect. She is still hanging out with the handyman disciples.

What's even more outrageous is that even if a small handyman disciple offends her, she will endure it first.

She would first inquire about all the connections of this disciple and make sure that he could not threaten her before taking action.

Although mere handyman disciples could not threaten her at all.

But stability is her motto.

This time, if the old leader hadn't begged her to find out the news, she would have continued to be a servant disciple no matter what.

At this moment, she had used secret techniques to disguise herself as an old woman who was a casual cultivator with only the Wuzong realm, and blended inconspicuously among the crowd.

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"The Zixiao Holy Land is indeed the top force in the heavenly realm. Just recruiting an elder is enough to create such a grand scene."

"When I, Qingshan Zongguang, opened the gate to recruit disciples, the total number of young prodigies who signed up was less than one-tenth."

A long-bearded old man sitting on the back of a green bull sighed.

"Pull him down, Old Man Li, is that because you are the only Martial Lord in Qingshan Sect?"

"The sect is too weak and can't recruit a few good seedlings. Isn't it normal?"

someone joked.

"What's wrong with Mr. Wu? The heads of the mortal countries next to him are still Wu Zong. Aren't they all here to try their luck?"

"I heard that all the elder positions in Zixiao Holy Land are vacant. The chances are great."

"Look at this fellow Taoist, Emperor Wu dares to apply for the position of elder of Zixiao Holy Land..."

Mr. Li blew his beard and glanced at the monk next to him with a red crown on his head, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

Emperor Wu was considered a powerful person in an ordinary sect or dynasty.

But in the context of today's scene, it looks very funny.

A younger Martial Lord couldn't stand it anymore and mocked: "Just a Martial Emperor, I don't know whether I should say that Your Excellency is brave or stupid?"

"In my opinion, it's better to go back and forth quickly to avoid asking for trouble!"

A martial arts sect standing next to him consoled him: "Fellow Taoist, with your cultivation level, there is indeed little hope of being favored by Zixiao Holy Land today."

"However, if fellow Taoists don't mind it, why not wait until the recruitment meeting is over and join our Gama Dynasty?"

"This king will definitely treat fellow Taoists as guests of honor and enjoy the same rights as the royal family."

Someone offered an olive branch.

Becoming a guest of the imperial dynasty is indeed a good destination for most emperors.

However, the Martial Emperor in front of him had an unusually indifferent attitude and did not take these Martial Sects and Martial Lords seriously at all.

Because his true cultivation is not a weak martial emperor at all, but like Su Qingxue, a great emperor who hides his cultivation!

Therefore, only Su Qingxue, who was also in the imperial realm, could recognize his true identity at a glance.

"Yangshen Sect, Ancestor Lieyang..."

"You're actually here too!?"

Of course, the Emperor Wu also saw through Su Qingxue's identity and secretly sent a message: "Girl Su, I haven't seen you for three hundred years, right?"

"I didn't expect that today, you, a dignified third-level emperor, would actually disguise yourself as an inconspicuous martial sect."

"Sure enough, no matter how many years have passed, you will always be so stable."

When Su Qingxue heard this, she immediately rolled her eyes.

Then he responded: "Ancestor Lieyang, please show some face!"

"Don't you think it's a bit too much for you, a fourth-level emperor and a giant of the Yangshen Sect, to secretly disguise yourself as a Martial Emperor?"

"Fart." Ancestor Lie Yang responded, "I call this caution."

"The destruction of the three holy places of Sunset, Huangquan and Jiuyou, and the disappearance of the Yin family were all due to the handiwork of ancestor Zixiao."

"The strength of Patriarch Zixiao cannot be underestimated."

"Besides, he suddenly released the news that he was going to give away such an important purple treasure gourd. Who knows whether it is true or false?"

"What if it's a trap?"

"So I must be cautious, I must be cautious~"

When mentioning the purple treasure gourd, Su Qingxue's eyes immediately became sharp.

Because this fourth-level imperial treasure is extraordinary and far exceeds the value of ordinary imperial treasures.

This is also the reason why the Yang God Cult and the Moon God Cult sent the two of them.

And that imperial treasure was standing on the top of Taixu Palace in the distance at this moment. Looking from a distance, layers of dense purple light were exuding around the gourd.

Lin Xuanqing was sitting in Taixu Palace, receiving a work report from Zi Zhantian.

"Ancestor, there are many strong people signing up for this recruitment."

"There are more than 400 saints in total in the saint realm alone!"

Lin Xuanqing maintained his noble demeanor as always, sitting cross-legged on the gilded throne with his eyes closed.

"Is there an imperial realm?"

Zi Zhantian shook his head.

"Returning to our ancestors, there is no emperor-level power appearing for the time being."

"I understand, you can go for now."

Lin Xuanqing waved his hand, signaling Zi Zhantian to retreat.

After Zi Zhantian completely retreated, he relaxed his tense face.

"If you don't have the imperial realm, you'd better stay in Taixu Palace for now."

Then he took out a brand new piece of white paper from the desk.

I almost forgot the invitation letter to Emperor Beihai.

"The elder recruitment conference is so far away from Taixu Palace."

"There shouldn't be any accidents this time, right?"

Lin Xuanqing thought this, then took the Langhao pen and started writing a letter.

【Dear Beihai Emperor】

【Hello! 】

[I am from Zixiao Holy Land...]

As he wrote this, Lin Xuanqing paused for a moment and made a false move.

Nothing happened.

However, when he was about to continue writing, there was a sudden thunderbolt on the top of Taixu Palace, above the sky.

Boom——

The thunderclap was extremely loud and made Lin Xuanqing's heart pound.

"ah--"

Lin Xuanqing felt that he had awakened some kind of special physique.

The name of this kind of constitution may be called: writing letters will be disturbed.

At this moment, in the middle of the thunderbolt, the space was torn apart, and nine giant dragons emerged, pulling a huge coffin.

Everyone at the top of Zixiao Mountain looked up at this shocking scene.

Because those nine giant dragons are all holy-level spiritual beasts without exception.

As for that coffin, it must be an imperial treasure!

"Kowloon Pulling the Coffin!!!"

"Who is this person? He is so capable?!"