As for the excitement in the Eastern Spiritual Realm, Lin Huang on the Phoenix Platform had no sense at all.
For the past twenty days, Lin Huang has been immersed in cultivation.
On the Phoenix Stage, the vitality was as strong as silk threads, weaving into a huge network, like an egg shell or a silkworm chrysalis, wrapping the forest wasteland in it.
Within Lin Huang's body, the vitality was surging like a river, and every meridian was full of vitality. The profound sea was surging with vast vitality, causing huge waves with Lin Huang's breathing.
Feeling the full vitality in his body, Lin Huang waved his hand and introduced the vitality outside the entrance to the first level of Tianyuan.
The vitality is surging and boiling, like a million-strong army coming at the gate!
…
A place in the Qinglong Mountains.
The bloody palace is steep, like a sickle cutting through the void. It is located on the cliff, exuding a bloody and ferocious atmosphere, like a giant beast, peeping at the Qinglong Mountains, and even the entire Eastern Spirit Realm.
In the huge hall, a bloody figure was prostrate.
That was a young man.
The young man knelt on the ground, his forehead touching the icy floor. His beautiful face showed admiration and respect, just like his kneeling posture at this moment.
In front of the young man's kneeling body, there was a series of heads placed, sixty or seventy in total. They were placed upright in the hall, just like the heads of animals used for sacrifice.
Among these heads is Qi Changfeng.
There is Sofo.
There is Shangguan Xuan.
There is Han but no way.
…
There are disciples from all the major forces in the Eastern Spirit Realm.
Every head stared with eyes fixed in death.
And above the bloody hall, there was a shadow.
In the shadows, there was a faint sound of breathing.
"Master, I am ashamed of myself. In this battle between four sects and ten dynasties, only sixty-seven disciples from all major forces were killed, which was three short of Master's request!"
In the main hall, the young man kneeling on the ground spoke tremblingly.
"Qinghou, I heard that in this battle between the four sects and ten dynasties, one person survived to the end?"
From the shadows above the main hall, an extremely feminine voice sounded, like a woman's, and exuding allure.
"The rest were all killed by Piaoxue Gonglinhuang, but he was the one who survived to the end!"
Xie Qinghou said with hatred in his voice.
"Did he kill so many people by himself?"
In the shadows, voices of doubt rang out.
Xie Qinghou, who was kneeling on the ground, changed his expression and his voice became more respectful, "It's my disciple who is incompetent. I hope Master will forgive me!"
"I'm just asking you, why didn't you bring Lin Huang's head back?"
From the shadow of the huge palace, a figure suddenly walked out. He was dressed in the same bloody clothes as Xie Qinghou, but he was even more enchanting and charming. His face was extremely white, and he clearly had an Adam's apple, but his every move was full of the charm of a woman.
There seemed to be a hint of perverted doting in the eyes that looked at Xie Qinghou.
"Lin...Lin Huang..."
Feeling the huge shadow in front of him and the cold breath, Xie Qinghou's expression suddenly changed, and his kneeling body couldn't help but move back a few steps.
"Why, he is your fellow junior fellow student, so you are reluctant to kill him?"
Marquis Xueyin raised his eyebrows, looking indescribably enchanting.
"No...no!"
Xie Qinghou hurriedly spoke, and then continued: "It's because Lin Huang is too powerful, he cultivated into Snow Piao on the World, unified with Lin Cangxue's Ten Thousand Swords, and he is still a third-level formation master, and the disciples are not sure of killing him!
"
"Snow falling on earth? Huh, how can snow falling on earth compare to the magical power of my Blood Spirit Palace!"
Marquis Xueyin hummed thickly, and there was an indescribable softness in his voice.
"Xue Piao in the human world is naturally inferior to him, but when Lin Huang was in the Earth Yuan realm, he was able to kill Master Hou in blood. He must have some unknown trump card. This disciple really doesn't have that confidence!"
Xie Qinghou said tremblingly.
"Don't you have confidence?"
The Bloodyin Marquis frowned slightly, holding the orchid in his hand and twitching his green hair. He squatted down, tapped Xie Qinghou's head, and said softly: "If you are like Master, willing to give up something and truly inherit my mantle, you
I have full confidence.”
Feeling the jade finger on the top of his head, Xie Qinghou's expression changed, he was nervous and a little overwhelmed, and then he said in a low voice: "I haven't experienced those wonderful things yet. I want to experience it first. But...then I will inherit it wholeheartedly."
Master’s mantle!”
"Feel it once? Giggling, giggling, I forgot, my lovely disciple is still a baby!"
In the main hall, the Xueyin Hou's cover-your-mouth smile could be heard. Then, the atmosphere in the main hall suddenly turned cold, "I have been waiting for you for three years, but you still refuse to inherit my mantle! Could it be that I have to do it myself?
I can’t castrate you!”
Xie Qinghou's expression changed drastically...
"Please... please give me half a year, Master. I swear, within half a year, I will inherit Master's mantle and work hard for the Blood Spirit Palace, no matter what!"
In the main hall, the sweet laughter of Marquis Xueyin sounded again, and the biting coldness just now turned into a warm spring breeze.
Xueyin Hou squatted down again and stroked Xie Qinghou's head, "Then Master will give you another half year. By then Master will definitely teach you all the magical skills!"
"Thank you Master for your great kindness!"
Xie Qinghou quickly spoke.
"However, the man named Lin Huang must die!"
Marquis Xueyin spoke again, causing Xie Qinghou's body to freeze suddenly.
Marquis Xueyin stroked Xie Qinghou's head, as if stroking a kitten.
"It's just that Lin Huang has the Ancient Mountain and River Scroll in his hand. If we kill him, the Ancient Mountain and River Scroll will probably not be found!"
Xie Qinghou said quickly.
"It doesn't matter, just bring back Lin Huang's head. Your great uncle knows the soul-searching technique, which can be used even on dead people. As long as your great uncle comes out of seclusion, you will naturally know where the ancient scrolls of mountains and rivers are!"
Marquis Xueyin explained patiently.
While kneeling, Xie Qinghou lowered his head and his expression changed again.
"Do you still have questions?"
Marquis Xueyin frowned and stroked the fingers on Xie Qinghou's head with a little force.
Xie Qinghou felt the strong force on his head, as if he would take off his skull at any time. His expression turned cold, and then he gritted his teeth and said: "My disciple believes that Lin Huang is more suitable to be the body of the evil king!"
Um?
The Bloodyin Marquis paused with his five fingers and frowned slightly.
"Are you sure?"
After a long time, the voice of the Bloodyin Marquis sounded again in the hall.
"Yes... sure!"
Xie Qinghou nodded quickly, "Lin Huang's current strength has surpassed Lin Cangxue at the same time. Moreover, his physique is more suitable for Lord Evil King!"
"...Then let's keep him for now!"
Marquis Xueyin said after a moment of silence.
Xie Qinghou, who was kneeling down, had no expression on his face, but he was overjoyed in his heart.
In the main hall, Marquis Xueyin paced, twisted his waist like a water snake, and slowly disappeared into the shadows. His soft voice also echoed in the main hall:
"Although there are only sixty-seven heads, it's not bad! Later, I went to practice in the blood pool by myself, and after completely transforming my body into a physique suitable for my Blood Spirit Temple skills, I inherited the identity of the twelfth generation blood son.
Bar!"
"Thank you Master for your kindness!"
In the huge blood-colored palace, the kneeling Xie Qinghou looked overjoyed, his whole body was trembling, and he couldn't help but be excited. But there was a different kind of light on his face that was pressed against the cold floor...