Ding Chunqiu looked solemn as he knelt on one knee in front of the coffin-carrying ancestor, and all the other villain players knelt down behind him.
"Don't worry."
Tan Xin showed a playful smile and said: "Although you are supporting my coffin-carrying clan with your flesh and blood, I will never let you suffer. From now on, you will receive all the magic weapons, weapons, spiritual stones, and secret manuals you need for your cultivation."
Wait, if we have coffin bearers in the lineage, you will all have them, and I will do my best to train you as my direct disciple."
"Thank you Master!"
Ding Chunqiu frowned, his head almost hitting the ground, and said solemnly: "We will be loyal to the lineage of coffin bearers forever, and loyal to Master forever!"
"knew."
Tan Xin raised his lips slightly and said: "Ding Chunqiu, I will accept you as my direct disciple, and the rest of your tribe will be accepted by the elders and protectors as my direct disciples. You must remember that one of my coffin bearers will be accepted every day.
I can't regret it in this life, otherwise I will definitely catch the traitor even if I have to travel thousands of mountains and rivers, or refine him into a zombie or a ghost, depending on your preference."
Ding Chunqiu couldn't help but tremble slightly and said: "Yes, Master, please remember this!"
The next second, a ringing sound echoed over the earth. Finally, Ding Chunqiu succeeded in becoming a disciple again——
"Ding!"
System prompt: Congratulations to the player [Ding Chunqiu] for successfully becoming the disciple of the ghost tribe [Tan Xin] (Ten Realm Ghost Cultivator), and received rewards: level 1, charm value 2, ghost camp reputation 50,000, and gold coins 10,000!
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For a moment, all the players in the Villain Guild, including Ding Chunqiu, Jiumozhi, Qiu Qianren and others, were slightly shocked. Tan Xin, the ancestor of the coffin bearer, was clearly only in the tenth realm, but the apprenticeship reward was actually the same as the tenth realm.
First-level Lu Xiuyuan is exactly the same. Does this mean that Tan Xin's cultivation background is actually comparable to Lu Xiuyuan?
Ding Chunqiu stood up, groped for his right fist with his left hand, and looked very confident. He had successfully become a disciple again, and a new journey was about to begin!
He was very sensible. He stepped forward and bowed his head to Tan Xin, clasping his fists and saying, "Master, please accept my disciple's flesh and blood."
Tan Xin raised the corner of his mouth slightly and raised his palm slightly. Immediately, a bloody vortex circulated in his palm, absorbing the essence of Ding Chunqiu's flesh and blood through the air. In the blink of an eye, Ding Chunqiu's experience value for this level dropped by 50%. Fortunately, he had just upgraded his apprenticeship reward.
He couldn't help but broke out in a cold sweat, while Tan Xin raised his hand and shared the essence of flesh and blood with Fei Zhan behind him and the ghost in the coffin, and said with a smile: "You can teach me, Ding Chunqiu,
Just keep practicing with Master, and you can look forward to the great path in the future!"
"Yes, Master!"
Ding Chunqiu smiled slightly and ordered the others one by one to talk to the elders of the coffin-carrying clan, the guardians and other monks in the fifth realm to become disciples. Soon after, the IDs of the 400 people who followed Ding Chunqiu were all turned into blood again, but this time they no longer
It was the demon camp, but changed to the ghost camp, and the next second, the scene in front of me was quite terrifying. A group of coffin-carrying men flew forward, biting the necks of the disciples, and frantically sucked the essence of flesh and blood. Many
The female player turned pale with fright. This mode is really unplayable.
But there is no way. Most of these female players play with their boyfriends, and their boyfriends are undoubtedly gangsters on the streets. They feel that there are no taboos in being a person in the game, so they join the All-Villain Guild.
And these women, even if they can't accept it, can only accept it. After all, it is their own choice.
Soon after, a group of "masters" had eaten and drank enough. Ding Chunqiu led the group to find a few NPCs of the coffin-carrying lineage, repaired the equipment, replenished potions, then turned around and said in a deep voice: "We want to
If we want to survive in this troubled world, everyone must PK and kill at least one Baidi City player every day. Otherwise, leveling alone will definitely not be able to withstand the flesh and blood of the masters. We have no way out, we can only fight to support the fight.
, Be strong when you meet the strong, let's go, our future leveling range will be between Xijianjiang and Snowy Tianchi. We won't provoke large guilds like Xinghe, Canglong, Wuwu, etc., and just focus on small and medium-sized guilds.
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Everyone was delighted. Finally, after Lu Xiuyuan was killed, they saw the light of day again.
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late at night.
Lin Zhao started fishing by a small river on the east side of the Fusu Great Wall. One fish was hooked, but basically the ones that were hooked were small white fish, yellow bone fish, crucian carp, etc. There is no doubt that these fish are not suitable for making porridge.
, either too greasy or with too many thorns, Miss Lin would probably not feel comfortable eating it. Lin Zhao thought that since he was asking someone to do something, he must be sincere, so he continued fishing, making sure to catch the most suitable fish fillet porridge.
The size of the snakehead fish must be more than one foot long.
At this moment, the news that Ding Chunqiu had succeeded in becoming a disciple floated in the air. Lin Zhao suddenly frowned, a little helpless. Ding Chunqiu and his group had a hard time. They were trying to be bad guys. He saw
Looking at the calm water, he had already begun to make plans in his mind. If Ding Chunqiu continued to do evil, should he find a way to kill the person who carried the coffin? Let him finish it off.
Soon after, as the water rippled for a while, a big fish finally took the bait. After a frantic pull on the rod, a scene of a black fish wagging its tail appeared on the water. Lin Zhao was immediately overjoyed, but just as he was ecstatic, the bamboo rod suddenly clicked.
It broke, unable to withstand the power of this black fish. For a moment, Lin Zhao grabbed the broken bamboo pole and gritted his teeth in anger.
"Whoosh!"
A ray of sword light flew out of Yunjian Lake, and it was the flying sword Haoran. The next moment, Haoran's magical power was activated, and the black fish in the water was swept into Lin Zhao's small world in an instant. The river suddenly dried up, and the at least one
The half-meter-long snakehead fish was jumping on the river bed. Lin Zhao frowned. If he had known better, he wouldn't have bothered with this.
He raised his hand to pick up the black fish, knocked it out with one palm, and then dispersed away from Yunjian Lake. He flew forward on the water for a few steps and then jumped onto Feijian Hongye and flew directly to Lin Wanhua's residence.
Under a green lamp, Lin Wanhua was still warming up the sword energy for the sword-lighting talisman. Her pretty face was slightly pale. It was really not a trivial matter to warm up 600 sword-lighting talismans in a row. Fortunately, Lin Wanhua was in Fusu.
The Great Wall is like being in a small world that integrates one's own swordsmanship. At this time, Lin Wanhua is comparable to the Great Sword Immortal of the Thirteenth Realm, so although it is tiring to continuously maintain 600 sword talismans, it will not be unbearable.
Lin Zhao walked into the courtyard carrying the black fish, raised the fish towards Lin Wanhua, and said with a smile: "Wait a moment!"
"Okay~~~"
Lin Wanhua looked over with a smile on her pretty face, wishing that time could stop at this moment.
Not long after, the black fish fillet was finished, and Lin Zhao started to get busy on the pot, setting fire and making porridge on the pot. Not long after, accompanied by the sound of gurgling, fish fillet porridge
There was already an unforgettable aroma. He put the fish fillet porridge in a large casserole and placed it on the table in the courtyard. He let it cool for a while, then served Lin Wanhua the porridge and ate it himself.
a little.
"Lin Zhao..."
Lin Wanhua sipped the porridge, looked at the other party with her beautiful eyes, and said, "Do you know that the world is about to change?"
"I don't know, but I can see some clues."
"oh?"
Lin Wanhua couldn't help but laugh: "Tell me about it."
"Um."
Lin Zhao said in a deep voice: "First of all, the Mo family's ancestral court sent Ju'ao Immortal Boat to build the Sword Suppression Tower, saying that it was to lock the fate of the sword in the human race. This must be to promote some purpose. As for the specific purpose, I don't know what it is.
I know, secondly, you and Xiaojiu'er are both peak sword cultivators of the Twelve Realms and can break through at any time, but you haven't broken through yet. I think it may be for some reason. Thirdly, the demon clan has released the World Arms Release.
According to the strategy, countless monster monks went south, and the swarm seemed to have no rules, but it actually made monsters almost everywhere north of the Fusu Great Wall, and naturally it was for some purpose."
"..."
Lin Wanhua looked at him deeply with a pair of beautiful eyes. The man in front of her had a very deep mind. He was far from as simple as he seemed. He should have been like this back then. He thought about many more things than others, and in the end it was he who turned the tide.
, blocked the four northern tribes north of the Fusu Great Wall for a hundred years. Such a person should be the legendary backbone of the human race, right?
"anything else?"
she asked with a smile.
"The ghost tribe moved eastward."
Lin Zhao frowned and said: "First, the coffin-carrying lineage appeared in the snow-covered Tianchi, and then other ghost monks continued to appear. The ghost tribe's eastward migration is no longer a secret, so my final decision
It is speculated that the human race built the Sword Suppressing Tower to suppress the realm of the Twelve Realm Sword Cultivators to make way for someone, and the demon race launched the demon monks to go south to leave the fate of the demon race to someone. As for the ghost race
Moving eastward should also be an act of giving way. Perhaps, there will be an earth-shattering saint appearing in the three races of human race, demon race, and ghost race, is this true?"
"..."
Lin Wanhua pursed her red lips, her guess was quite close, just a little off.
She did not answer Lin Zhao's words directly, but said softly: "Lin Zhao, I may have to travel far away in a while."
"ah?"
Lin Zhao was stunned: "Where are you going?"
"Ghosts roam the world."
Lin Wanhua smiled and said: "If you do something that must be done, your little wine boy will come with you."
Lin Zhao frowned: "It must be quite dangerous, right?"
"Um."
Lin Wanhua did not deny it, saying: "Maybe we will never come back, but there is no way. We are the top twelve realms of the human race, so we can only go, and it won't work for anyone else."
Lin Zhao felt inexplicably sad and said, "If Xiao Jiu'er is in danger, can you help her?"
"Can."
Lin Wanhua nodded and showed a beautiful smile. Immediately, she lowered her head to drink the porridge, but when she was taking a sip of the porridge, her eye circles turned slightly red and she almost shed tears... You just want me to help Su Qingjiu who is in danger, what if?
I, Lin Wanhua, am in a desperate situation, who will help me?
