The original owner of Blood Kill believed that Lin Ming was not a fool. If he dared to enter the path of the emperor under his nose, he would probably have the means to escape. However, the plan was afraid of changes. The original owner of Blood Kill invited this old man from the dwarf demon race, which was a change.
, Lin Ming could not have imagined that such a change would lead to an ugly death.
"Lin Ming? Hehe, Rakshasa boy, you are really becoming more and more useless. Just a twenty-five-year-old human being who has died at a low level has allowed you to make such a big fanfare, including the Ten Thousand Ghost Soul-Eating Array, plus
I, and you are personally in charge, preparing such a large formation, if word spreads, won’t this make the major holy places laugh at our bloody murder?”
This old man from the dwarf demon tribe directly called the original owner of the Blood Demon "Rakshasa Boy", and his words were full of reprimands, which made the surrounding lords and the supervisory deacons of the Blood Demon Temple feel chilled in their hearts.
I dare not say anything for fear that Rakshasa will be angry.
Unexpectedly, Rakshasa was not angry, but patiently explained that back then, Rakshasa was able to become the Twelve-Winged Heavenly Demon, not only because of his talent and hard work, but also with the support of the old man from the dwarf demon clan in front of him.
Not every descendant of an emperor-level powerhouse can have an emperor-level powerhouse. This old man from the dwarf demon race is a tragedy. Although he was lustful and blessed with countless women, none of his descendants could live up to his expectations and could only kill him with blood.
The position of the original owner must be passed on to others, otherwise even if it is given to one's own descendants, it will not be able to control the situation and will eventually be destroyed.
Therefore, Rakshasa always had respect for the old man of the dwarf demon clan, and even scolding him was nothing.
"What you don't know is that Lin Ming's talent is so terrifying that it can be said to be the best in the Holy Demon Continent. Moreover, his origin is weird and very difficult to deal with. One of my most outstanding sons died in his hands. Before I could react,
, he had already escaped from the Blood Killing Plains. At that time, he was only at the early stage of Xuan Dan. When faced with the encirclement of many three-star demon king-level lords, he was able to kill most of them. He became a twelve-winged demon and escaped unscathed.
Such a cunning character must have a way to save his life, and as he enters the road of emperor, his strength will definitely increase again. I am not afraid that he will threaten me, but I am afraid that he will use strange means to escape, so I ask seniors to use it when the time comes.
The soul attack locked his sea of consciousness, and he couldn't use any method at all!"
If you suffer a loss, you will make progress. The original owner of Blood Killer, Rakshasa, will not despise Lin Ming. But the dwarf demons have never been in contact with Lin Ming. No matter how others describe it, they will not believe that a junior in the dying stage can stir up any disturbance. Isn't this right?
Admit that he has lived for seven or eight thousand years, but he is not as good as a young boy?
"As a twenty-five-year-old kid, I have walked on many more bridges than on many roads. Since you insist on letting me out this time, I will take a look at what kind of three-headed and six-armed boy this guy is.
Catch him, extract his soul and refine his marrow to see what opportunities he has experienced and what secrets he has!"
"Such a genius must have great luck and possess many treasures. In my eyes, he is just a treasure-delivery boy. I will let him know that there is a huge gap between the Three-Star Demon Emperor and the low-weight Fate-Destroying Powerhouse."
The old man from the dwarf demon race said disdainfully. Of course, he was disdainful. He still entered the Ten Thousand Ghost Soul-eating Formation to meditate and adjust his breath, waiting to kill Lin Ming.
And as if to let him verify his bold words, just on the third day after he arrived at the Cloud Tower, the space above the bloody altar at the exit of the Emperor's Road suddenly fluctuated.
"Hey, this kid is finally coming out. After one year and three months, I want to see how far he can grow!"
"Boom!"
The bloody altar trembled more and more violently, and even the Yunxiao Tower seemed to tremble. Above the bloody altar, a black vortex appeared out of thin air, and a powerful momentum overflowed, causing the faces of the Lords and Supervisory Deacons to change drastically.
If it weren't for the powerful emperor-conferring people here, they would have turned around and fled long ago.
The smile on the face of the old man from the dwarf demon clan froze slightly, huh? Could it be that this kid has really passed the path of the emperor?
This thought just flashed quickly. In the lightning and flint, the black vortex suddenly closed in. A young man in white stood in the sky on the blood-colored altar. In two years and three months, his long hair had fallen to his waist.
"Lin Ming!"
Seeing Lin Ming's sudden appearance, Rakshasa, the original owner of Blood Killer, burst out with a light of hatred in his eyes.
As the original owner of the Blood Killer, of course he hoped to pass on his position to his descendants in the end, but Lin Ming killed his most outstanding son, the master of the Pole Star Tower, so that he could cultivate another one who would become the leader of the Divine Sea in the future.
How easy is it for future generations?
"Ten Thousand Ghosts and Soul-eating Formation, rise!"
As the original owner of the Blood Killing gave a sharp shout, all three hundred and sixty formation flags began to tremble violently. Only then did Lin Ming realize that the bloody altar of the Emperor's Path had been surrounded by a large formation.
"Uuuuuu——"
Thousands of ghosts cry together, countless ghosts and resentful spirits fill this space, and the energy of death blocks everything!
"senior!"
"I know, hum, with fourth-level life-falling cultivation, so what if you have the strength of the early stage of Shenhai." The old man from the dwarf demon clan was covered in black robes that were blowing in the wind, and a huge six-armed ancient demon appeared behind him.
, this ancient demon has three sharp horns protruding forward on its head, green-faced fangs, and each of its six claws holds a magic weapon, including a war drum, a copper bell, iron nails, a hammer, and an ancient mirror.!
None of the six weapons are mainstream weapons, which is very strange. However, around the phantom of the six-armed ancient demon, there are countless creatures, including humans, demons, fairies, and various ferocious beasts. They are worshiping the ancient demon with pious expressions on their faces.
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Even the surrounding lords, tower masters, and supervisory deacons couldn't stand the pressure of the six-armed ancient demon phantom, half-kneeling on the ground. The force field around it was like a spiritual storm, so terrifying!
"Great Chaos Demon Technique! Senior, have you mastered the incarnation of the Chaos Demon?" The shock of killing the original owner with blood is not trivial. This is the supreme magical power of the dwarf demon clan. It requires soul power and willpower to be refined to an extremely high level.
Only by cultivating the realm can you master it. Once you master it, the six-armed ancient demon's shadow alone can crush the enemy's spiritual sea, which is infinitely powerful!
"It's no wonder that senior is so confident. It turns out that he has become the incarnation of the Chaos Demon. Once the incarnation appears, all gods and ghosts will be left behind." The original owner of Blood Kill suddenly became more confident. Having this incarnation is enough.
"Junior, you are proud enough to die under the incarnation of my great Chaos Demon!" The old dwarf demon laughed crazily, and the shadow of the ancient demon behind him rushed out! "I think your soul power is not bad, so be good and do it.
I, the Chaos Demon, am the food of my natal incarnation. If I eat you, it will be considered a great supplement!"
The Chaos Demon simultaneously unleashed the six weapons in his hands. Brazen bells rang, war drums beat, and a series of demonic sounds enveloped the sky and the earth. The one who bore the brunt was Lin Ming.
"Chaos Demon?" A hint of sneer appeared at the corner of Lin Ming's mouth, "I just returned from the Chaos Space. For eight months, I only dared to take a few strands of Hongmeng Qi to train my body. When did the word "Chaos" appear?
It has become so worthless, how dare a ghost with a small magical power call himself Chaos? If you are Chaos, then what am I?"
While Lin Ming was speaking, a spear-shaped war spirit roared out from the sea of his spirit!
After half a year of tempering in the chaotic space, Lin Ming's war spirit level has climbed to the peak of Silver Dacheng, but its power is far more than that!
"Whoosh!"
The originally silver-white gun-shaped war spirit condensed a trace of Hongmeng Qi, and turned into silver-gray, simple and dull, but extremely heavy.
The energy of Hongmeng crushes the stars with a wisp, and the chaotic world is sacrificed by Hunyuan Tianzun. The space is extremely stable, and of course it can seal the energy of Hongmeng.
But how can the space in the vast world of the lower realm be able to withstand it? Especially when the war spirit attacks at full speed, the space collapses wherever it passes. Large pieces of space fragments cannot withstand the impact of the Hongmeng energy and directly shatter!
This scene shocked the supervising deacons and tower owners present. They had never seen a move that broke open space, but how could it be possible to crush space with just a war spirit? A war spirit is a will, a thing of nothingness.
In other words, this is equivalent to Lin Ming's thoughts breaking the space!!
"What!? This is a bronze perfection level battle spirit... no, it's a silver level?"
The eyes of the old dwarf demon suddenly stared. This was the first time he had seen a silver-gray war spirit! Bronze war spirits are blue-grey, and silver war spirits are silver-white. There has never been a silver-gray war spirit in between.
And most importantly, why can Lin Ming's war spirit crush the void?
The speed of the gun-shaped war spirit was too fast. Although the old dwarf demon realized that something was not good, he had no time to react. The gun-shaped war spirit had already crashed into the six-armed ancient demon's phantom sound.
Hearing a "click" sound, the six-armed ancient demon's shadow shattered like glass!
Countless fragments flew out like flowers scattered by a goddess, and then a considerable part of them were sucked in by the gun-shaped war spirit!
The Qi of Hongmeng has an astonishing density, and the greater the density, the greater the gravity, just like a black hole.
Lin Ming's gun-shaped war spirit directly absorbed a small part of the dwarf old man's will energy and shattered it.
Of course, other people's will energy cannot be absorbed directly, but it is no problem to use it as nutrients to nourish yourself. This is just like you cannot transfer the power of a tiger to yourself, but boiling it into tiger bone soup and eating it is a great tonic.
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"puff!"
The phantom of the six-armed ancient demon was connected to the sea of consciousness of the old man from the dwarf demon tribe. It was suddenly broken by Lin Ming. The old man from the dwarf demon tribe vomited blood and his face was as gray as paper!
Lin Ming's blow was equivalent to destroying the magical power he had worked so hard to cultivate! At the same time, his will and soul were greatly damaged. His originally bronze-perfect war spirit in the sea of consciousness actually dispersed a large amount of mist, and the light was dim and hard.
He has regressed to a bronze level!
After falling into two small realms at once, his soul was shattered, and countless cracks appeared throughout the sea of spirits. The old man from the dwarf demon clan was completely numb, and he couldn't believe that all this was true!
In fact, if a strong man from the late stage of the Divine Sea from the troll tribe came here, Lin Ming would not be able to beat his opponent so badly. This is mainly because a warrior from the dwarf demon tribe specializes in will and soul. Meeting Lin Ming is equivalent to
Hitting the muzzle of a gun, to use two words to describe it, is - seeking death!
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