I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

"Let's say, what is the purpose of your establishment to lure the monk's appearance in the Yulin period?" Xiaohong slowly opened his mouth.

She spoke at this time, and she became a majesty, as if with an irresistible force, people wanted to follow her words.

The black-hearted demon star looked blank and looked dull and fell into an unconscious state.

His mouth slowly opened: "The lure of the monk is shown to activate the blood token of the emperor. The blood token requires the life of the monk of the human spiritual period to fully activate."

Everyone heard the words are stunned. The original Emperor was to catch a man of the spiritual period to worship the rituals.

The number of monks in the Yulin period is sparse and the whereabouts are uncertain. It is very difficult to meet and capture.

With the wanted demon king as a bait, leading to the monks of the spiritual period, this method has nothing to worry about.

It’s strange to blame the wisdom of the demon king’s acting is too exaggerated, which makes Anlin and others ready, and come back to kill.

"What is the purpose of the magic emperor to activate the blood token?" Qinghe Jianxian asked.

Xiaohong retelled his words, and the black-hearted demon sang continued to answer: "The blood token is the blood **** in the Western blood family, and the special instrument that the emperor revived." There are two ghosts on this instrument. The Emperor uses this ghost to absorb the blood of the monk, restore the injury, and improve his own cultivation."

"Hey, the blood races are colluding with the Mozu. Are they not always disagreeable?"

The head of the cloud leader heard the blood clan participation behind him, and his face could not help but sink.

"The demon emperor was seriously injured by Zhang Tianshi of Longhushan five years ago, and then fled into Kunlun Mountain and disappeared."

"In that big battle, Zhang Tianshi's broken soul Leifa directly destroyed the roots of the emperor, such a wounded blood token can also be restored?" Qinghe Jianxian brow wrinkled.

Zhang Tianshi is the first strongest player in China, and the first-hand smashing of the soul is magical.

The Dao of the Emperor was destroyed by his Leifa. According to the truth, it should be repaired as a great drop, and no recovery is possible.

Is the blood token so powerful that it has the effect of repairing the root?

In this regard, Xuanyuan Cheng shook his head: "The effect of blood tokens is not to restore the roots. From the description of the black heart demon king, the blood token mentioned here is actually the blood and blood of the blood family, the role is to let the magic The emperor transformed into the blood family!"

Anlin was amazed: "Cheng brother, do you know the blood family?"

Xuanyuan Cheng smiled and laughed: "The blood race is an extremely powerful race in the early mainland. It is located in the land of Blackpool in the southwest. I have studied them naturally. The blood family of the mortal world is just the inheritance of their legacy."

"Xuanyuan Daoyou, you said that the emperor is going to transform into the blood family!?" Exploring the cloud road long eyes, unbelievable.

The rest of the monks are also amazed, and they are looking forward to Xuancheng.

The blood family does not need to condense the roots, they simply rely on the continuous strengthening of flesh and blood, and finally reach the point of sanctification.

This way of cultivation is completely different from the way the Mozu is cultivated.

Even so, the Mozu can transform to the blood, which sounds more amazing than restoring the destroyed Dogan.

"Blood meat monument can use the physical body of a powerful monk to reshape the body of the emperor, and then with the blood of the blood family to achieve racial transformation."

"So I guess, behind the Emperor, there must be no less than two blood gods in the back of the gods."

"Because of this transformation, two blood gods need to be on the side to maintain the array!" Xuanyuan continued to speak.

"Two blood gods..." The head of the cloud road was tightly locked. "No, I must report Zhang Tianshi in time!"

Two blood gods and one magic emperor...

To say that they don't want to do anything, the ghosts won't believe it!

After that, Anlin and others continued to ask some questions about the black heart demon.

But what he knows is that only the emperor is going to sacrifice blood tokens, and he knows nothing about the rest.

The combination of the emperor and the blood god, there are specific plans, even the devil does not know, which makes everyone become somewhat uneasy.

The devil does not know, do you want them to ask the emperor?

Finally, An Lin and others inquired about the detailed coordinates of the magical environment, as well as some of the distribution power of the Mozu, and then stopped asking.

The only thing they can learn from the mouth of the Black Heart is this.

Xiaohong lifted the big charm, and some tiredly returned to An Lin’s pocket.

"Well, how do you deal with this black heart demon?"

An Lin looked at the black-hearted demon who had been tortured by them for thousands of times and fell into meditation.

The black-hearted demon looked up and looked at An Lin, and there was a glimmer of light in the murky eyes.

And... a strong love!

An Lin’s heart was boring, loudly: “Hey, no one wants this demon, I’m killing!”

Tian Lingling and Huang Shanshan and others saw the light smile, apparently also saw the expression of the black heart demon.

Qinghe Jianxian stood up at this moment and said: "An Lindaoyou, this dirty hand will be handed over to me!"

After that, he pulled out the long sword and drawn a dazzling sword mang, and killed the black-hearted demon king under the sword.

Killing the enemy, Qinghe Jianxian has always seized the opportunity!

Looking at the body of the black-hearted demon, there is a rare regret in the faces of the monks.

Even if he is tortured by inhumane people, he still sticks to his position, does not betray, and does not abandon.

Putting aside the position, the loyalty of the demon king makes the monks admire!

After handling this incident, the monks sent their things to the sect.

Xuan Yucheng and Xu Xiaolan once again realized the charm of technology.

What is the sound of a thousand miles, after all, is a spell that can be used by high-ranking monks, but the micro-words can be used by everyone!

No matter what realm you are, you can communicate the message to the other party the first time.

Can chat at the same time, but also take live video, everyone together to participate in the discussion!

This is the charm of technological civilization!

"If there is such a civilization in Kyushu, it would be great!" Xu Xiaolan's innocent face of Zhang Baiyu has envy. She likes to drive, likes to visit Taobao, and visit Jingdong...

"The purple star civilization before the mainland was more developed than the mortal civilization, but how bad it is. You know it." Xuanyuan smiled and said.

Xu Xiaolan heard the words, but also nodded ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ sighed.

After handling this matter, Anlin and others began to go to the lock demon tower to strengthen the seal.

The rest of the human monks are kept outside the lock demon tower to prevent accidents.

Anlin went to the red-red door, and the horrible atmosphere in the tower radiated from the door, giving people a sense of suffocation.

Somehow, he suddenly had an urge to push the door open.

But soon he woke up and stopped the movements on his hands.

Reinforced seals only need to be carried out outside the door, and the door cannot be opened by his strength.

A golden rune appears on the red tower of the body, which is both demon and solemn.

Xuanyuancheng began to use the sacred method to strengthen the seal, and Anlin and Xu Xiaolan guarded the situation around them.

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A secret in the depths of the Kunlun Mountains, colorful smoke enveloped this place, known as the Devil.

On the golden supreme throne, the tall figure suddenly emits horrible energy, turning all things in the square into a powder, even the golden throne can not be spared.

One of the devils looked at the throne that turned into a powder, and he was distressed.

Hemp eggs, this is a middle-end implement, don't give it to me!

The emperor whispered, apparently on the verge of anger.

In one place, four white hoes have been broken, and these hoes are connected to the devil's air.

The four hoes shattered, and the four demon kings who went out to perform the mission were dead and the mission failed!

"It’s really waste, it’s all planted in the hands of human monks...”

The voice of the emperor was low and began to have the chill of the cold:

"It seems that the deity has to take it out personally..."