The leader of the Blood God Sect felt the increasingly intense demonic aura, and the purple mist was simmering. He shook like a sieve and said flatteringly:

"Master Demon Lord, look, what else do you want to know? The villain must know everything.

I just want you to let the villain go."

Zhao Wujiang looked down at the leader of the Blood God Sect and said lightly:

"How many people have you sucked in spiritual techniques?"

"More than one hundred..." Xiao Chen's voice trembled, and he explained:

"Master Demon Lord, these more than a hundred are all mortals, and no one will come to seek revenge after death. If you seek revenge, you will be killed.

At the same time, it will not attract the attention of other practitioners. Master Demon Lord, just be careful here to practice.

My little man, I will clear these surroundings for you."

As soon as Xiao Chen finished speaking, the purple mist fox tail behind Zhao Wujiang swayed, and a fox tail stretched out, as flexible as the five fingers of the human race. It wrapped around Xiao Chen's neck and lifted Xiao Chen up.

"Grand... Sir, please..." Xiao Chen's cheeks flushed, his eyes were bloodshot and red, and saliva kept flowing out of his mouth, begging for mercy.

The purple mist fox tail is like a fish swimming in the river, swaying constantly, guarding Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang smiled gently. He lost the stupidity of being a fool as a village chief's son, and the gentleness of the past from beginning to end, with a little more indifferent and a bit of weirdness.

The fox tail was like a hand, tightening Xiao Chen's tighter and tighter. Xiao Chen's mouth and nose began to rush blood. His eyes were begging and resentment. His feet kept kicking, trying to struggle away, but nothing was helpful.

His breath became more and more chaotic and sluggish. After three breaths, he lost his breath and his limbs were weak to hang down.

This morning, he was still looking forward to looking forward to the future. As long as he swallowed these villagers and successfully practiced the foundation stone spiritual technique of the Devouring Heaven, Xiao Chen would definitely ascend to the high position in the future.

But in just one day, he received the so-called retribution and was strangled to death by a big monster.

The fox tail did not let go of Xiao Chen, but kept tearing Xiao Chen's clothes torn apart and fumbled to find Xiao Chen's close friend.

Zhao Wujiang was calm and gentle, but he was just savoring his current strength carefully.

The leader of the Blood God Sect thought he was a demon, and when he used his power, his body was filled with purple mist and the demonic aura was everywhere. Now six fox tails grew out of the purple mist, swaying behind him.

His mind moved, and these six tails, like his arms, showed their strong cultivation.

This feeling is extremely wonderful, and Zhao Wujiang doesn't know how to describe it.

He looked back on the past and inferred his current state.

The purple mist was red and there was a touch of charming grass green, which was particularly familiar.

Demon Pill!

The demon pill that Linlang gave it to him!

He suddenly thought that the aura of the purple mist demonic aura was exactly the same as the demonic pill that the high priest Linlang kissed him.

He thought about it and tried to retract the demonic energy.

The next moment, the six fox tails dissipated like clouds and rushed quickly into his body.

Only then did he feel the difference.

At first, he thought that when he came to this world, his soul had merged into a new body, and the soul and the body needed to adapt, so he felt an indescribable sense of inconsistency.

Now he realized that this was not the case.

He Zhao Wujiang has no flesh and blood.

The current state is just a body built by the soul based on the demon elixir and demonic energy.

In order to verify his ideas, Zhao Wujiang tried to manipulate the demonic energy again.

Immediately afterwards, his body began to fog, and purple mist particles floated out of his cheeks, disappearing quickly, as if a piece was slowly missing.

For some reason, he liked this feeling and felt a sense of déjà lamentation.

After one breath, the secret room of the Blood God Sect Beast Control Hall was already filled with purple mist and the demonic energy was vast.

After another breath, the purple mist contracted and turned into Zhao Wujiang's figure.

Zhao Wujiang snapped his fingers.

A thin layer of lilac mist was covered with his cheeks, and his original face began to change. In an instant, he became the previous leader of the Blood God Sect.

"The demon is indeed changeable."
Chapter completed!