C776 Not leaving a single blade of grass, True Lord Ziming!

"Let's go!" "Let's go through the second gate!" Zhang Dongcheng said indifferently, he strode forward and led the way into the pitch black steel door.

Without hesitation, Ying Er followed. Corpse Carrying Taoist hesitated outside before gritting his teeth and stomping his feet. He also followed in.

As for the golden lion martial artists, they looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

The Seven Slaughter City was a place where one could only enter and not exit. It was a place of absolute blessings, a place of despair where one could reap one's life.

Using the path that the supreme elders of the demon race had spread, they were able to evade the first and second Seven Slaughter Stele. However, there would always be a time when they wouldn't be able to cheat.

Finally, they all followed Zhang Dongcheng and entered the second gate. It was not because they thought so, but because they had no other choice.

This time, there was no attack. After walking for a short while, they walked out of the tunnel and arrived at an extremely large palace.

The palace was at least 3,000 meters tall. Within a circumference of 100,000 feet, a massive stone tablet appeared before him. There was only one word on it.

"Kill!"

Kill!

The third Seven Slaughter Monument?

They had finally arrived. Why was there a third Seven Slaughter Monument?

Everyone's gazes were fixed on this monolith. There was a black-clad man sitting cross-legged on the monolith's summit.

He was skinny like a skeleton, and a purple aura surrounded him. It was strange and terrifying, enough to send chills down one's spine just by looking at him.

"What's coming is finally coming! To think that you all are lucky that you didn't die in my Purple Abyssal Lotus Flower!" The Skeleton Man smiled as he spoke.

"Since I'm waiting for death to come in, I'll let you guys take a look at this stone tablet before dying." This old man has trained here for thirty thousand years. I'm a bit lonely now.

Cultivated thirty thousand years of the Netherworld Lotus here?

"You … you are True Lord Ziming?" Corpse Carrying Taoist's face changed, and suddenly asked.

"Oh? Does anyone else remember my name? "It's been thirty thousand years. I thought everyone forgot about me," True Lord Ziming smiled faintly. His skeletal face was even more frightening.

Hearing this, all of the human and golden lion sect master martial artists paled. They couldn't help but desperately retreat backwards. Some of them began to run away, and some of them even began to tremble with fear.

Not only was the human sect leader afraid to escape, even this fearless demon clan member was afraid to this extent. This fellow called himself the True Lord Ziming, what the hell was that thing?

Zhang Dongcheng looked at True Lord Ziming indifferently, and did not say a word.

He did not know how terrifying the four words True Lord Ziming were thirty thousand years ago.

The Nine Star Golden Core Realm was ranked one thousand three hundred sixty-eighth on the The Road to Heaven Earth Rankings. Their subordinates were countless of bloodthirsty men, and they had never followed the principles of martial arts world.

Even though he had awakened his martial power at the age of three, he was still a 1-star human warrior, so the low starting point of the True Lord Ziming's The Road to Heaven was hard to imagine.

However, his talent was extraordinary, and his luck was peerless. In just 9000 years, he had reached the 9-star Golden Core Realm and won the top 1,368 in the competition for the Earth Board ranking.

Perhaps there might be people who thought that it was more than a thousand, but how could this be considered amazing?

But you have to know that these thousand plus people, were the strongest one thousand people in the entire The Road to Heaven, after eliminating all one thousand people in the Heavenly Rankings. And below them, were tens of billions of warriors!

The top 1,000 or so of tens of billions of kilometers, how could they not be powerful?

This was even more fucking difficult than getting into Tsinghua and Peking University on Earth!

In addition, the True Lord Ziming was extremely violent, and no one would be left alive when fighting with others. Most of the deaths were due to torture, and the suffering of the dead was unimaginable, making the reputation of the True Lord Ziming even more terrifying.

"Leave no grass, True Lord Ziming!"

The nickname of these eight short words said everything.

Everyone thought that he had died. Who would have thought that he had actually lived in Empyrean Seven Slaughter's Seven Killing City for thirty thousand years!

The second Seven Slaughter Monument was used to trap tens of thousands of people for over ten thousand years. The third was used to trap True Lord Ziming for thirty thousand years.

Damn, are there any older monsters?

Hearing True Lord Ziming admit, Corpse Carrying Taoist was also trembling in fear. He was only a 1-star Golden Core Realm cultivator while True Lord Ziming was a 9-star Golden Core Realm expert, suppressing him by eight realms!

If they were to fight now, the Corpse Carrying Taoist would definitely die!

The True Lord Ziming was famous, even the Goblin Tribe had heard of it. All of the robust men were as soft as noodles, their faces were brown, and they were drenched in cold sweat like waterfalls. They were all scared to death.

"I've been here for thirty thousand years, but I still haven't been able to break through the barrier of the third Seven Slaughter Monument. Sigh, people are really too old to be of use." True Lord Ziming's gaze was cold and detached, as he stared at the huge stone monument in the palace with his pitch black eyes void of any expression.

"Now that you've all seen the third Seven Slaughter Monument, I guess you all deserve to die. Your cultivation bases are too low, so I'm too lazy to take action."

The True Lord Ziming seemed like an emperor who had control over all life and death, he casually waved his hand, as though it was natural for everyone to kill themselves in front of him, as though the one to die was not any life but any livestock.

What!

Tell everyone to commit suicide!

Everyone looked at each other in dismay. Their eyes were filled with panic. This was great! They were going to die here!

He had only glanced at the Empyrean Seven Slaughter's "Kill" tablet and hadn't understood the situation in the first place.

F * ck, who the hell would accept this?

The scarlet gold lion warriors felt their knees go weak as they plopped down on their knees. All of them sat cross-legged on the giant monument, and the True Lord Ziming that was looking down on them knelt down, kowtowing as if they were begging for mercy.

"True Lord, spare me!"

"I don't want any Seven Slaughter Inheritance. I just want to live. Please spare my life, True Lord!"

"Spare my dog life, spare me!"

Seeing that everyone had knelt down, Ying Er did not know what to do, and could only look at Zhang Dongcheng timidly.

Corpse Carrying Taoist sighed dejectedly. It seemed that he wouldn't be able to dodge it this time.

"Big brother, if you have the chance to go out, remember to help me destroy Sky Corpse Sect. Forget about your cultivation" Corpse Carrying Taoist sighed at Zhang Dongcheng.

A 1-star Gold Core would undoubtedly die when faced with a 9-star Gold Core.

But if he didn't, who else could?

Zhang Dongcheng only had one star, yin and yang, which was lower than the True Lord Ziming by one. How could he defeat the two great realms of Jindan, which were countless small realms?