Chapter 636 The Blood King

Inside the Bloody Palace.

On the throne, the handsome middle-aged man had a playful smile on his lips, "It seems that I did not make any mistake in sensing. The blood in these little guys' bodies is pure. Once I capture them, I will definitely be able to successfully use the magical power of absorbing blood."

"I have gathered five bloodlines over the years. The King of Fengzhen has temporarily broken a gap and can exert some strength. Therefore, I will never let this opportunity go."

"Come on, little guys, I am waiting here. The blood in your body will become the key to liberating the shackles of this king. It can make the great king reborn, which is also your supreme honor."

As he spoke, the man suddenly raised his head and laughed wildly, with his narrow eyes flashing wildly.

But at this moment, the man on the throne suddenly showed a look of pain, his handsome brows frowned tightly, and he roared wildly, "Cowardly guy, don't even want to block my plan. I have spent countless efforts to get this situation today. I can get out immediately. Anyone wants to stop me, even you can't!"

"Silence me. When I gather eleven bloodlines to relieve the suppression and restore the power, the first thing is to let you completely devour and refine it. There is only one blood ancestor in this world, and your appearance is just a mistake!"

"Get back to me, the dark world is your place, don't try to compete with me for physical control!"

The man roared, but his body trembled violently without control.

"Have you forgotten that we two were born together, you are me, and I am you. Over the years, your strength has been recovering, and my strength is naturally increasing. Although you are suppressed by you in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, if I really fight to the death, you may not be able to free up enough energy to take action." A faint figure suddenly ejaculated from the man's body, and his void became a shadow, with a gentle and calm expression.

The strange thing is that the two of them look exactly the same, but one is wearing a blood robe and the other is wearing a white robe.

The same appearance, but the temperament is completely opposite. One kills the cold and cold breath, and the other is calm and gentle like the wind.

The man in the blood robe on the throne was silent when he heard this, and seemed to have agreed to what the man in the white robe said. After a while, the man spoke in a deep voice, "Why do you want to stop me? If I gather eleven bloodlines, I can break the seal. Then I can leave, so of course you can."

"If you promise to join forces with me, I can guarantee that I will never harm you after escaping, and will also find a perfect body for you - how about you, the body will let you take your body and rebirth?"

The man in white chuckled and said lightly: "You have told me about this matter countless times. What I can give you is the answer. We are the tribe tribes who have been created to preserve our bloodlines. The only mission is to stay here, wait for the master who can merge all bloodlines to appear, and then return all the power to him, instead of finding a way to leave here."

"Return all the power!" The man in the blood robe looked cold and his mouth was not covered with a sneer, "Why! You and I have developed their own consciousness for endless years. They are creatures in the world. This blood power has nurtured us and is naturally our own power. Why do we give it to others!"

The man in white clothes showed helplessness when he heard this, "I will never agree with this matter if I don't say anything more than anything."

"Okay! This is what you forced me. This time, my plan will never be disturbed no matter what. Since you object, I can only suppress you completely and then take action alone!"

"Come back!"

The man in the blood robe on the throne roared, and the man in the white robe smiled bitterly, and the figure was then forced to absorb it back into his body without control. Although he occupied half of the sea of ​​consciousness, his strength was still much worse than that of the Blood King.

"Suppress!"

The man in the blood robe roared, and his face suddenly showed endless pain, but he gritted his teeth tightly without making any sound.

Half an hour later, the resistance of the man in white clothes was forcibly suppressed and was once again sealed in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness.

The man in the blood robe opened his eyes, and his narrow eyes looked extremely dull at this moment. It was obvious that in order to suppress the man in the white robe, he also suffered great losses to him.

"Damn it! It seems that he has also realized that this king is very likely to escape this time, so he will do anything to stop me and even damage his original nature. If it weren't for the fact that I was not sure to swallow you and not be affected, how could you survive until today?"

"At this moment, in order to seal him, most of my king's power cannot be used. In this way, it seems that the original plan needs to be modified. However, even so, no one can stop my king's plan, absolutely no!"

"The shackles of my endless years will be broken this time!"

The low growl fell, gradually lowering, and the hall gradually returned to peace and silence.

Left Eyebrow Dojo.

At the courtyard where Xiao Chen is located, he was sitting cross-legged on the cushion, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and then slowly opened his eyes, revealing the dark and warm eyes in it, and the cold light flashed in it.

Five months.

Xiao Chen's body is extremely strong, but because of this, it will take longer to recover after being seriously injured. If Xiao Chen had not practiced with all his strength and cooperated with the refining of the Blood Jade Dragon Teeth Rice, it would have taken at least nearly a year to recover.

Fortunately, he has the Left Eyebrow Dojo in his hand. Even though May has passed, it will only be only five days for the outside world.

Xiao Chen got up and pushed the door out.

"My injuries are healed now. I don't know what the situation is outside. I believe that in order to compete for the main body of the Zuomei Dojo, the monks of the six clans should have fought."

With Xiao Chen's understanding of their nature, everyone will definitely fight for the treasure after seeing it and will never give up.

"This is a good thing for me. As long as the monks of the six clans fight in internal conflicts, I will have the opportunity to break and kill them one by one. I just don't know who the Zuomei Dojo is in the hands of whom I am looking forward to."

Xiao Chen sneered, and a cold murderous intent appeared on the corner of his mouth. He took a step forward, and the space ripples appeared, and his figure disappeared.

Deep in the battle, in a hidden cave, a monk sat cross-legged in it, obviously practicing with all his strength to recover from his injuries.

This cultivator is Mu Xuanqing of the Mu family!

After a while, the man slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were dull and he showed a sense of shock and anger. "What a vicious Huangji Gangyun. If I hadn't reacted one step faster, I'm afraid that the previous palm would have been enough to lose most of my combat power."

Mu Xuanqing's murderous intent rolled in his heart.

After the design of escape that day, Huangji Gangyun, Mo Shu, Yundong, Shang Chengde Ji Luoran and other strongest monks of the five clans chased each other. Even though he had a lot of skills and thoughtfulness, he had suffered a lot in the past five days and almost fell into the killing several times. Although he was so anxious that he could avoid it, his repeated fighting and fighting for life caused Mu Xuanqing to suffer extremely serious injuries. Fortunately, the secret technique of the Mu family could be suppressed temporarily, otherwise other monks would have no power to resist.

"Damn it! These people have already noticed the extraordinary nature of the black stone and will never give up. I still need to come up with a plan as soon as possible to get out of it." Mu Xuanqing held a stone in his hand, and his tentacles were cold. However, he had tried countless secret techniques in the past five days, but he still could not complete the recognition of his master. Otherwise, once he obtained such a violent object as the mustard seed world, how could he be afraid of just a few cultivators of the same level?

The spiritual sense emanated from the ground and wrapped the stones, slowly sliding by the slightest, but still didn't notice it at all. But even so, Mu Xuanqing was still not discouraged.

The mustard seed world itself contains complete laws, so it cannot be included in the storage magic weapon. This is also an important basis for identifying top-level treasures such as the mustard seed world. This black stone cannot be placed in the storage ring, which is the best evidence itself. It must be a treasure of the mustard seed world. As for why it cannot recognize its owner, Mu Xuanqing can only attribute it to the wrong method he used.

"The injury has become a little worse, and I can only barely suppress it and I have no time to recover completely."

"But you can't stay in this place now. You must leave immediately, otherwise you will inevitably be caught up by them."

Mu Xuanqing stood up, but at this moment his expression changed instantly, and then it became completely gloomy. His eyes were as cold as a knife and looked at the exit of the cave. He said coldly: "Since you have come, then show up, why bother to block it!"
Chapter completed!