"Besides, Chi Tong dares to be called emperor?"

The Emperor Sheng said with contempt. He put down the teacup in his hand, and the light flashed in his eyes revealed that he was being excited.

"Among the leaders of all generations, the second generation can only be considered ordinary, with a good talent, and not very good. He is also soft-hearted. There are many people who disobey him at that time, and some even confront him in person." The Emperor Sheng snorted coldly: "Hmph, I don't know how he can tolerate it?"

Bei Shuisheng wanted to laugh, but he held back and pretended to pick up the teacup to hide his expression.

"When it comes to torture, no one can compare to him." The Emperor Sheng's tone was a little more admiring and emotion. He continued: "Before Chi Tong's resurrection, the second generation's life was not good, mediocre, and had no achievements. On the contrary, after the Red Pupil's demonic thoughts in his body, it made people feel respectful."

"What is a demonic thought?"

"Well, Chi Tong was born because of his wish, and the blood sacrifice grew stronger. What he learned was mixed, including the method of blood cultivation and the power of meditation. The two went against the way and restrained each other. Chi Tong was also a character, but he was successfully merged into a half-god and half-demon body. He used the method of meditation to cultivate blood and spiritual power, and did not seek any shortcuts. Therefore, the blood and spiritual power were majestic and pure, dignified and bright, without a trace of evil spirit. He used the method of blood cultivation to cultivate the vows, and the refinement was strange and unpredictable, and the evil evil was extremely serious."

Bei Shuisheng was so enchanting that His Majesty’s insights in cultivation were unparalleled in the world. It was also enjoyable to be able to listen to his explanation. At this time, he heard such a strange name and couldn’t help but ask: “Death-like Demon Thought?”

"He was born after death, and borrowed the causal wish of meditation. His blood and spiritual power was not filthy at all, and his demonic thoughts were even more vital and peaceful, so that he could deceive so many barbarians to worship him. When he was about to die, the demonic thoughts withered like flowers and formed. Invisible and unrealistic. If he met the host, the host's mind was the soil, sprouted and grew, and bloomed again. Ours was imitation, which was also a pitiful harvest from the lack of demonic thoughts, but unfortunately the power was far inferior. Otherwise, how could I give She Yu divine blood? It is certainly one of the reasons why she could refine it. I want to see what changes will happen to her divine blood."

Bei Shuisheng suddenly realized: "Your Majesty is wise! I just don't know who the host of She Yu planting the flower sacrifice technique? I have never asked about the faults of my subordinates."

"That doesn't matter." The Emperor Sheng waved his hand: "Or Chi Tong."

His expression also became serious. Although he verbally contempts Chi Tong, he actually did not underestimate him in his heart.

"So it makes sense that Red Pupil is called a demon god. Every drop of divine blood is shining brightly, and even the stupid person can know that it is extraordinary. But if you covet the power of divine blood, your mind will be eroded. Usually, you cannot move. When the host's mind appears, it suddenly breaks out and sprouts, which makes people unable to defend against. Before the second generation was taken over, there was no sign, and the night of Blood Winter was there."

"After killing a hundred people in a row, the second generation finally recovered a little bit of clarity, entered the beast cage, put a bloodletting lock on himself and broke his limbs."

The Emperor Saint had no expression on his face and his voice was low.

Bei Shuisheng felt palpitations and shook his mind. He could think of how thrilling he was at that time, and how decisive the second generation was when he entered the beast cage.

"How powerful is the divine blood? In a moment, the broken limbs began to grow and heal. Fortunately, there is a bloodletting lock, oh, you probably don't know this thing. The bloodletting lock is for the wild beasts. It is so domineering and fierce that it is so powerful that it will never be removed once it is put on. It has thirty-six bloodletting trough blades, which cover the whole body and can continuously bleed. The bloodletting process is extremely painful, and no matter how powerful the wild beast is, it can last for three days."

Bei Shuisheng held his breath.

The Emperor Saint's tone was cold and cold: "The second generation, oh, it can also be said to be Chi Tong. After nine days and nine nights, he was unable to bear the pain and died. We collected a large amount of blood bodies, and the beast Gu Palace also made many attempts on him. Later, we improved the method of blood and spiritual power cultivation, and the second generation made an indelible contribution. After the second generation, no one dared to try divine blood before me."

Beishuisheng breathed out: "It's really... tragic."

"Terrible?" The Emperor Sheng pulled the corner of his mouth, and his smile was obviously a cold and cold: "All the foundations of all generations come from the dry bones. This dry bone has enemies, but how can there be fewer people in his own way?"

Bei Shuisheng pondered: "Was Ai Hui taken over by Chi Tong, too, also swallowing the divine blood?"

"It should be." Emperor Sheng said: "When the Beast Gu Palace was studying the divine blood and demonic thoughts, it was speculated that there should be ten drops of divine blood. It is difficult to estimate the blood spirit power, but the demonic thoughts can see traces. There are five drops on our hands, and five drops left outside. The drop after the second generation of explosion fell into the hands of the Patriarch Association. I used two drops and rewarded She Yu with one drop, and there was still one drop left. Dai Gang has been coveting the divine blood for a long time, and his kind is quite similar. He must have wanted to learn from it. Unfortunately, he was not lucky. The last time the divine blood of the Great Wei Chamber of Commerce was taken away by the silver wheel swordsman Chu Chaoyang. Unexpectedly, it fell into Ai Hui's hands. It seems that the tenth ** of Chu Chaoyang were played by Ai Hui."

If Ai Hui knew that the Emperor Saint had made such a mistake, he would not know what he felt.

Bei Shuisheng suddenly thought of a question: "Will She Yu be deceived?"

"Haha, of course not." Emperor Sheng laughed: "Chimeng underestimates the heroes of the world. Since the second generation, everyone has understood that there are defects in blood and spiritual power, and is thinking about how to make up for it. When I came to my hands, I finally made up for its defects, so that the Kingdom of God can grow to this day. Divine blood is as poisonous as others, and it is the supreme thing for my blood cultivator in the Kingdom of God. However, the blood spiritual power is too strong, and it is difficult for those who are not talented in blood."

Bei Shuisheng breathed a sigh of relief and asked curiously: "How did Your Majesty crack the devil's thoughts of death?"

The Emperor Sheng still had a smile on his face, his eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes becoming deep and elusive, as if he was recalling something. For some reason, Bei Shuisheng felt that the surroundings suddenly seemed to have become much colder.

"Then it's a long story." The Emperor Saint changed the topic: "Ai Hui is not without a chance! Although he is vicious and domineering, he is not without limits. The cause and effect of meditation is never unilaterally plundered. The meditation path that he walks cannot escape this category. There is a snatch, there is a gift, and what he gives is blood and spiritual power, feeding back the host's flesh and blood."

Bei Shuisheng was confused when he heard this. He had never practiced before, and he was a little confused when he heard the details.

The Emperor Saint ignored it and said with great enthusiasm: "If you take over the body, you will not take over the body. The body is not just a body, but the connection between the mind, soul and flesh and blood is so close and mysterious. The strong flesh and blood will nourish the host's mind and soul. This is the truth. If the host's mind and red pupils are much different, these nourishments are useless. But if the host's mind is equally strong, or the difference is not that big, and it is difficult to say for this help."

Bei Shuisheng heard some signs: "Does Your Majesty think Ai Hui is very strong?"

Emperor Sheng said: "The sword sound is clearer and longer, without any blood. Don't you feel that it is a bit out of place with the blood light in the sky?"

"Will Ai Hui win?"

"Haha, it depends on his luck."

"Your Majesty seems to be quite interested in Ai Hui?"

"Yes, I am of course interested in the second guy who has been hit by the Red Pin Death Demonic Thought. There are others who are more interested than us."

"Will the Patriarch?"

"Ye? Why?"

"hehe."

In the empty wilderness, two figures suddenly appeared out of thin air.

One of them was a man in about twenty-five or twenty-six, wearing a black cloak, wrapping his body all over. The lining of the cloak was exposed, which was bright red. The man had a relatively neutral appearance, delicate facial features, a little cinnabar on his forehead, and a faint sense of sorrow all over his body.

He is the second Patriarch of the Patriarch Association, with a red face.

The tall woman beside Hongliangyan has long legs. Her face is as charming and delicate as a peach blossom, but her eyes are cold and without any emotion. Her skin is white and crystal clear, as if it can be broken.

It was Qiu Shui, who was seriously injured by Ai Hui before, and the ninth Patriarch of the Patriarch.

On Qiu Shui's shoulder, there was a human-shaped mud doll the size of a palm, with a rough shape. It was a clay man made by Master Shao that day.

The little nickname suddenly made a delicate voice: "The distance is not far, I can feel his breath, it's such an annoying smell of blood."

The sound of the little mud doll was actually the sound of Qiu Shui, and Qiu Shui was motionless, like a cold and beautiful sculpture.

Hong Rongyan asked lightly: "Which direction?"

Qiu Shui raised her finger and pointed to the front left.

Xiao Ni occasionally made Qiu Shui's voice and said, "Over there."

It then gritted its teeth and said, "Haha, it turns out that the enemy is not meeting? Ai Hui, you are dead!"

Hong Rongyan said lightly: "He can't die. We must catch Chi Tong. Only Chi Tong can we crack the real secret."

"I don't think it's necessary." Xiao Niou snorted: "I have begun to master new power. Even if Chi Tong is successful in taking over the body, he will not be my opponent."

Full of confidence in words.

"Enough!" A hint of displeasure flashed in Hongrongyan's eyes, staring at the little mud doll, and said coldly: "I don't want any mistakes to capture Chi Tong this time. Do you understand?"

The little Nidou was obviously very awe of Hong Rongyan and muttered: "I'm just talking about it, so fierce..."

Hongrong's eyes were a little softer. He looked at Qiu Shui and Xiao Ni Doll and murmured: "We have finally succeeded for so many years... We have died without regrets."

The little mud doll also became silent, Qiushui remained motionless, like a lifeless doll.

After a moment, it whispered: "Don't say you're dead at all times."

"Yeah, I'm not dead." Hong Rongyan's eyes returned to clearness.
Chapter completed!