Chapter 650 The True Inheritance of the Black Demon
"Black Demon Sect monk?!"
After the celebration, Aaron climbed up from the pile of jade arms, put on his coat, came to the outside world, and watched the bright moon in the sky.
"It's really exciting...I wonder if there are any life-extending magic skills or spells that can be practiced?"
"This Black Demon Sect is from Daqian. Even though it is just a branch, the people under it should have some good things, right?"
He felt that his talent for immortality was well suited to some magic skills, such as the ‘Demon Flame Technique!
I once had some thoughts on the Black Demon Sect's techniques.
However, the Black Demon Sect was too far away and too close to the battlefield, so Aaron didn't want to be in trouble.
In fact, Aaron secretly collected the Black Blood Sect's skills, but found that if you want to practice those magic skills, you must change your major.
But he usually hangs around within the scope of the righteous path, and it is very inconvenient to practice magic, so he gave up.
If you can get some magic secrets this time that you can practice without changing your skills, it will be worth every penny!
'And the Li family members...hehe...seeing that I am declining, are you thinking of climbing another branch?'
Aaron knew very well what Li Yaotian was thinking.
At this time, I couldn't help but taste it carefully, as if I felt the sorrow of the old emperor in ancient times.
I am getting older day by day, while the disciples are still in their prime, and the ministers are rushing to join me. Are they treating me as a dead person? It is simply intolerable!
"People who have great power, the less they allow it to go unchecked, the more likely they are to go crazy when they die. This is often the truth... they are all forced!"
"As expected, I have lived a long time and have had all kinds of novel experiences..."
Aaron analyzed his mood and felt that his mood seemed to have improved a lot.
"As expected, I still need to drink tea often and enjoy singing and dancing... cultivate my body more..."
Aaron stretched his body and turned into a stream of light, quietly passing through Xiaoyue Mountain's protective formation and flying into the clouds.
Red Owl was flying low-key in Lin Kingdom with several demon cultivators in the early stages of foundation building.
Under the orders of Fengui, he sneaked into the Lin Kingdom, slaughtered the monks, and created panic...
With his strength in the middle stage of foundation building, combined with the domineering magic power of the Black Demon Sect, even if he meets the monks in this small place in the late stage of foundation building, he is not afraid of a fight!
Therefore, he is very confident about this mission.
After all, as long as they don't attack Qingdingmen, which has a third-level mountain-protecting formation, Lin Guo's foundation-building family and Xiuzhenfang City, each one of them, will be nothing more than a calculation in the eyes of Chi Xiao!
Most of the ancestors of those cultivating families are in the early stages of foundation building, and their bottlenecks can last a lifetime!
Occasionally when a mid-stage foundation building occurs, we have to celebrate with gongs and drums, hoping that everyone in the world will know about it.
Red Owl was very disdainful of this.
"Feel the terror of the black devil..."
He stood on top of the clouds, looking at the lights of thousands of houses below, and showed a ferocious smile.
The next moment...
Peng!
A cloud of ghostly mist exploded, suddenly covering an area of dozens of miles.
"Is it the Qiansha Banner? The remnant of the Black Blood Sect? Everyone, be careful."
Just as Red Owl's message was sent out, several screams were heard.
In the ghost mist, his junior brothers seemed to have died directly!
"Who is it not? We are both demons, why do you want to stop me?"
Red Xiao's eyes turned red, and he used the magic eye method to see directly through the fog and saw a young white-haired monk he didn't recognize.
The opponent stands on a bronze cauldron, has a Tianluo umbrella on his head, holds a Qiansha banner, and is guarded by nine white jade flying knives around his body.
The light belonging to the top-level magic weapon almost dazzled the red owl.
What surprised him even more was the other party's cultivation!
"Late-stage foundation-building monk!"
Red Owl screamed: "Impossible!"
The two sides have been at war for many years, and who doesn’t know the details about who?
The monks in the later stages of foundation building are only under the ancestors of the pill-forming ancestors, and each branch of the Black Demon Sect has its own special file.
Where did this strange white-haired monk come from?
"go!"
Aaron had no intention of talking to the other party, but as soon as he thought of it, nine white jade flying knives came rushing towards him.
Phew!
In the ghostly mist, white light dances!
"Okay... today I will let you experience the power of my Black Demon Sect's mysterious power!"
Chi Xiao screamed and clasped his hands: "Look at my Red Blood Demonic Skill!"
raging!
On the surface of his body, layers of red flames suddenly appeared. The flames continued to gather, forming a shadow of a monster with the head of an ox and a human body behind him. Blood flames enveloped the surrounding area. After the white jade flying knife struck, it seemed like it was piercing into the sticky flesh.
Within the glue, movement became stagnant.
This is true for top-level magic weapons. If it were an ordinary high-grade magic weapon, it would be very likely to be destroyed by a single blow!
Hoho!
At this time, the bull-headed monster behind the red owl also roared to the sky, beat its chest, and spit out a stream of red light.
Within the brilliance, there was a knife with countless strange runes engraved on its surface.
Ping pong!
This red knife came back and forth, becoming more fierce in the blood light, and even collided with nine white jade flying knives.
The fight between top-level magical weapons made the air around them crackle.
After a sound of gold and iron clashing, Aaron called back the nine-mouthed white jade sword. He looked at the nine-mouthed top-level magic weapon with distress, and found that there were many gaps on the blades, and there was red spreading around the gaps.
After returning, a lot of energy must be expended to repair and refining the red flying knife. The fierce power of the red flying knife has not diminished, cutting through the ghost mist and killing Aaron.
Aaron's expression remained unchanged and he pointed at the bronze tripod at his feet.
when!
The bronze tripod immediately greeted him and made an ancient sound.
After all, it is a top-level magic weapon that specializes in defense, and with Aaron's strong physical control, it should be able to tangle with that red knife for a long time.
"This opponent is different from the loser before..."
Aaron kneaded again, and wisps of jet-black flames appeared around his body, transforming into various birds, forming a dense cluster.
"Black Sun Demonic Fire?"
Chi Xiao exclaimed: "So many? What grudge do I have against you? Are you going to risk your life with me?"
He added a useless nonsense in his mind: 'Can't I change it if you tell me?
Tweet!
Countless flame birds chirped, the sound overwhelming everything else.
The pitch-black demonic fire of the sun directly wrapped around the phantom of the demon god with the head of an ox, annihilating each other with the crimson flames, and gradually gained the upper hand. After half a stick of incense, Aaron withdrew the Qiansha Banner and caught the unconscious Red Owl.
In hand: "Soul Searching Technique!!"
Some fragmented memories immediately emerged.
Most of them are not systematic and even extremely fragmented...
‘Red Xiao, the true disciple of the Black Demon Sect?!’
'Inherited skills...'
Bang!
Suddenly, Aaron retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted, and felt that his consciousness was damaged, as if he had fallen into a black hole.
"Is this the foundation of the great sect? The techniques of the true disciples are all restricted by their spiritual consciousness to avoid being caught searching for souls."
"Fortunately, there are also many gains in the scattered memories."
He immediately took out his magic sword and chopped the red owl into a human stick.
This true disciple indeed has a hidden hand, and if he is killed rashly, the consequences will be great.
Therefore, Aaron only planned to beat the red owl half to death, cut it into a stick, and then throw it into any deep mountain and old forest. He would run far away and let wild beasts take his life.
'Originally, Xiao Qing could do this job, but Xiao Qing is of some value, so we can't cheat him like this...'
I don’t know what Xiaoqing in the spirit beast bag will think if he hears this...