"The sky is frosty and the bones are white, and ghosts are roaring in the underworld..." Ling Xiaotian suddenly looked up to the sky and sighed, his sigh filled with desolation.
The Holy Eagle God's pupils shrank slightly and raised his eyebrows: "The Eight Ancient Clan, the slang of the ghost tribe, describes the evil of the ghost tribe. Why do you think of it when you are about to die?"
Su Yu had heard a little bit about the ghost clan. It was the most mysterious and terrifying clan among the eight ancient clans.
Rumor has it that they are the descendants of ghosts.
Born with ghost blood, it can swallow the essence of human flesh and blood and seize the cultivation and creation, which is horrifying.
Among the eight ancient clans, the other seven clans are also very afraid.
However, the ghost tribe is sparsely populated, with less than ten people in each generation.
Otherwise, they would have unified the continent long ago by absorbing other people's flesh and blood.
Su Yu repeated this sentence repeatedly.
The sky is cold and frosty, bones are white, and ghosts are roaring in the underworld.
The sky is frosty and the ghosts are coming.
Heaven, ghosts are coming.
The roaring ghost sky.
Lin Xiaotian, Ling Xiaotian!
Ghost!Ghost clan!!
Ling Xiaotian, ghost clan!
Su Yu's heart was shocked!
"King of Darkness, I, Gui Xiaotian, am deeply grateful for the grace of rescuing me back then. If I fail to keep my original promise today, I will break my oath!" Ling Xiaotian knelt down and bowed deeply towards the majestic divine peak.
The Holy Eagle God narrowed his eyes slightly: "Ghost Xiaotian? Ghost."
A trace of surprise flickered deep in his eyes: "Decades ago, a king who had never stepped out of the Central Continent brought back a young man who had betrayed his relatives and was about to perish at the border of the Central and Southern Continents. He named him Ling Xiaotian... You, surnamed Gui..."
"The sky is frosty and the bones are cold, and the ghosts are roaring in the underworld... The sky is roaring, ghosts!" The Holy Eagle God chanted, his expression gradually became serious, and finally his eyes burst out with a bit of shock: "Ghosts, Ling Xiaotian!"
"You...you are a member of the ghost tribe!!" Shenying Shengjun lost his voice in shock: "Impossible! The eight ancient tribes have been enemies of the dynasty for eternity. How could the king take you back to the dynasty and appoint the master of the palace? This is absolutely impossible.
impossible!"
Ling Xiaotian's identity as a ghost clan is extremely terrifying.
"Hehehe..." Ling Xiaotian smiled innocently and looked down at Su Yu, with a sad expression on his face: "I promised the king that I would never reveal myself to the world, but I am going to break my oath!"
"In the middle of January, I have transferred the Guixie bloodline into your body. This is the only thing I can give you and the only future I can give you!" Ling Xiaotian condensed a thin stream of blood-red air on his fingertips and transferred it into Su Yu's body: "
This is the last ray."
In the middle of January, not only did Su Yu not die, but his body gradually became fuller. Was all this due to Ling Xiaotian passing on his ghost bloodline to Su Yu?
Shock, emotion, regret, and self-blame lingered in Su Yu's mind.
"Palace Master, you and I are not relatives. I cannot bear the inheritance of your bloodline. Please stop!" Su Yu's eyes were anxious and he wanted to resist, but his body was broken.
The last ray of blood-red air flowed into Su Yu's body. A hint of relief appeared on Ling Xiaotian's tired and haggard face: "Originally, I wanted to use another half day to completely transform your body and become a real ghost. Unfortunately, time does not wait for me, so I can only use my power."
Blood, sacrifice for you to activate the ghost bloodline."
According to Ling Xiaotian's plan, Su Yu's physical body was gradually transformed, and he could activate his bloodline on his own and obtain the ghost talent.
Now, the only way is to use a blood sacrifice to complete it in advance.
However, the only person who can perform a blood sacrifice at this time is Ling Xiaotian himself.
laugh--
Ling Xiaotian tore open his arm, blood flowed out and fell on Su Yu.
A layer of blood-red divine light circulated on Su Yu's body surface, turning the dripping blood into an essence and integrating it into Su Yu's body.
A surprising scene appeared.
Within Su Yu's body, the broken bones quickly fused under the nourishment of essence!
In the blink of an eye, a section of the crack disappeared.
The effect is comparable to the flesh and bone rejuvenation pill!
No, it is more violent, faster and more powerful than the power of the elixir!
Gugu——
The sound of liquid flowing suddenly came from Su Yu's body.
It's like something that took advantage of the opportunity and woke up at this moment.
Groups of bloody divine light visible to the naked eye penetrated Su Yu's body surface and turned into a ghost head. The blood flowed down and wrapped around Ling Xiaotian's bleeding arm.
Large areas of blood and flesh were swallowed by the ghosts and turned into essence and transported into Su Yu's body, causing his body to recover at an astonishing speed.
Ling Xiaotian's arm quickly withered.
The hair becomes rotten, the skin becomes dull and black, and the flesh and blood atrophy.
In the blink of an eye, the arm becomes a dead branch, like a withered leaf.
His flesh and blood were devoured.
Also swallowed up are the cultivation bases. The cultivation bases of the giants in the sky are constantly falling.
On the other hand, Su Yu achieved the third level of feathering and quickly climbed to the peak of the third level of feathering!
Finally understanding Ling Xiaotian's intention, Su Yu's eyes were filled with moisture, his throat was hoarse, and he shouted urgently: "Stop!!!"
Ling Xiaotian is using his own flesh and blood and cultivation to activate the power of ghosts and evil spirits, injecting vitality into Su Yu's body!
He will die!
For Su Yu, for someone who has only been acquainted for half a year, for someone who has no close relationship, and for a descendant who is about to die, using his own life to continue another life!
At this moment, Su Yu was shocked, shocked from the bottom of his soul.
Ling Xiaotian calmly endured the devouring of the evil ghost, and his face quickly shriveled up, instantly making him look like he had aged twenty years, becoming an old man.
The wrinkled face was filled with relief: "Guixie bloodline is both a gift and a curse. The king trained me in the hope that one day I can be reused. This burden and this mission will be left to you..."
The blood vessels are activated and the devouring speed becomes faster and faster.
Su Yu's tears rolled down her cheeks, and endless grief and anger surged in her heart. Why were you so stupid to sacrifice yourself for him?
"There is no need to be sad. The king once said that when my mission comes, I will disappear from the world. This year will be my last year. My deadline is approaching, but I will continue the power of my bloodline to you a few months in advance."
"I'm sorry, I couldn't save you. I can only place this heavy burden and this mortal mission on you."
Ling Xiaotian's voice gradually weakened, his body's flesh and blood had been drained away, and his hair was gray and flying lightly.
That, is already a dying old man!
Even so, he finally looked at Su Yu with a pair of pity and a pair of apologetic eyes, with farewell relief on his face.
His vitality has reached its limit.
He is dying!
But Su Yu's broken bones, broken tendons, and shattered internal organs were restored as before.
The cultivation level has also reached the peak of the third level of feathering, and has reached the peak of the fourth level of feathering!
Ling Xiaotian's lifelong cultivation was all passed on to Su Yu!
Everything that seems long is actually only a moment.
When the Holy Eagle King reacted, it was already completed.
"I can't keep you here!!" Shengying Shengjun, with an uncertain face, roared sternly and struck Ling Xiaotian's head with a palm.
The dark king took in Ling Xiaotian, which was of great use. If the king was not dead and found out that they were going to kill Ling Xiaotian, then...
They must die, even if they kill people and silence them!
When the wind from his palm struck, Ling Xiaotian's smile of relief remained on his lips as he faced endless death calmly.
"No!! Palace Master!!!" Su Yu roared angrily, tears flowing freely.
Under strong will, the body that had not fully recovered was forcibly controlled.
"Ah!! I'll kill you!!"
Furious, Su Yu suddenly took out his palm, wrapped Ling Xiaotian's ghost power, screamed, and rushed towards the Holy Eagle God.
Without any precaution, his right arm was wrapped.
ah--
With a shrill scream, the palm of the Divine Eagle Lord turned into black ashes on the spot!
The flesh and blood essence of the arm was swallowed up in an instant!
Moreover, the evil power spreads along the opponent's palm and engulfs the entire body!
In pain, the Divine Eagle took decisive action.
Cut off your own arm to isolate the power of ghosts and evil spirits.
Blood sprayed out, and the severe pain shocked the soul, making the gloomy face look as ferocious as an evil ghost: "Me, my hand! My hand!!!"
The face of fear was full of hatred: "I want you to die a good death!!"
The aura of a human king is as mighty as majesty.
Su Yu reached the fourth level of peak feathering, his energy and blood suddenly surged, and his figure flew upside down.
Swish——
Su Yu flicked his big sleeves, whipping up the strong wind, and took away Ling Xiaotian who was dying, and flew away upside down!
"Leave me here!!" The Holy Eagle King roared loudly, his eyes filled with hatred, like the most evil ghost in hell.
Roar--
However, a fierce ghostly face pounced on him again.
The Holy Eagle God had no choice but to step back solemnly.
Taking this opportunity, Su Yu put Ling Xiaotian into the Eternal Mask and volleyed away.
Flying upside down, those tearful eyes were bloodshot and filled with boundless hatred: "You, you, anyone who has touched his blood will die! I, Yin Yu, swear by my soul, my life, and everything I have.
, If I don’t kill you, I will fall into hell forever!!”
If I don’t kill you, I will fall into hell forever!
Fall into hell forever!!
Fall forever!!!
The heartbreaking hatred echoes throughout the Dark Dynasty.
Countless people were shocked, looking up, their eyelids twitching.
How strong is that murderous intention and hatred?
It is as powerful as the heavens, and it is as powerful as a hundred thousand miles!
For a time, the Dark Dynasty was shaken.
The vicious Holy Eagle King bore the brunt of the attack, his soul was shaken, and inexplicable depression surged in his heart.
The resentment in his eyes was even suppressed by this shocking cry of hatred!
A trace of regret lingered in my heart for no reason.
For a moment, after stabilizing his emotions and getting rid of the evil power, Su Yu disappeared without a trace.
The movement here attracted attention from all directions.
The five holy kings were the first to arrive, listening to the oath that echoed for nine days, and were shocked in their hearts.
"What happened... Condor, your hand..." Qingzhu Shengjun stared at it and asked, and suddenly found that the palm of the condor was covered in blood and bones, and he was horrified.
The rest of the saints were also terrified.
The Divine Eagle Lord felt guilty and gritted his teeth and said: "It's Yin Yu, he kidnapped Ling Xiaotian!"
Everyone's eyes narrowed slightly. How strong is Yin Yu? Can he save people from the hands of the Holy Eagle?
What's more, Ling Xiaotian was supposed to be in prison, so how could he appear here and be kidnapped?
Yiyu's face was slightly cold under the mist of water: "You... assassinated him in advance? You are so brave!"
She was frightened and angry, and she had been thinking of ways to save Ling Xiaotian for half a month, but unexpectedly...
Shengying Shengjun pretended to be calm: "I just asked him to ask, it's Yinyu, he... he is a remnant of the ghost clan!!"
Everyone's pupils shrank, the ghost clan, the most terrifying and mysterious eight ancient clans?
Looking down at the palm of the Holy Eagle King, everyone's expressions were ugly.
The eight ancient clans, the old enemies of the dynasty.
He broke into the dynasty headquarters without permission and lurked in the dynasty branch hall with ulterior motives.
Tsk-
A ray of light and shadow appeared, which was the projection of Saint Lord Bailuo thousands of miles away.
"The Holy Lord obeys the order and will not tolerate the remaining evildoers! There must be no mistakes in pursuing Su Yu!"