"This human race is really stupid! How can wisdom be comparable to our demons!?"

The Blood Spirit King raised his head and laughed with smirk. He felt very proud.

Now that I am far away, the trace of fear from my instinct has finally slowly dissipated.

But, what exactly is that?

A total of billions of blood spirits, I just gave in.

The key is that it doesn't even have the courage to resist.

That feeling of being uncontrollable immediately is terrible

Fortunately, I hid in the depths of the host's sea of ​​consciousness, and the human ship I was riding gradually drifted away, so I escaped.

However, it is quite proud of its powerful man's method of cutting off its arm.

When you get farther away, the sky will be wider. As for the subordinates, as long as they return to their ancestral land and wait for more than ten thousand years, wouldn’t they have it?

For creatures like them, time is not important.

Even if you are laughed at by the guys in the clan, the territory of the bloody sea area may not be able to be saved, but it is much better than losing yourself and becoming someone else's puppet.

"I would rather die if I am not free! I am a body demon with ideals and ambitions!"

It glanced at the human girl beside it with its eyes.

"This human race is a good food! It doesn't seem difficult to think of any way to take her soul into her as the host now!"

The Blood Spirit King was a little moved.

Luo Yueliang has been focusing on the ways of practicing and refining weapons all his life, and his mind has no distractions. The pure consciousness and soul are very attractive to it.

Although it prefers the kind of guy with strong desires, it is also a very pleasant thing to change the flavor of a little white lotus occasionally!

One person and one demon stood at the bow of the ship, one moved and the other moved, which was quite consistent.

The Blood Spirit King was just about to find an excuse to ask Luo Yueliang to find a secluded place to talk about life when suddenly a black dot appeared in front of the ship.

The Blood Spirit King took a look indifferently. It was a big fish, shaking its tail happily on the sea, as if chasing the waves and playing.

However, the next moment, it stood there

In just an instant, its entire consciousness fell into darkness, and a great sense of fear followed one after another.

This time, there is no chance to hide anymore

In the illusion, Xiang Yang looked coldly at the body demon who had taken the soul and the powerful real emperor. The little demon who had just emerged from the clone of the Qiankun Cauldron swam happily around him, conveying a series of consciousness of seeking credit.

In fact, it can no longer be called a little demon now. It originally looked so charming, but it was just a little smaller.

But after seizing the consciousness of so many remaining bodies of the body demon, it was already about two feet high at this time, and even the transformed body was much solidified. Although its body was still a little small, it was extremely convex and hot. How could it be smaller?

In order to help the master break through, the consciousness of the group of Wanhuan Blood Spirits was almost completely drained by it, and it also gained a lot of benefits from it. Although it had not yet reached the level of the first-level Marxist Demon, it was getting closer and closer.

Among all circles, the class division of the demon world is the most stringent. Among them, the demon of the demon is a high-ranking existence, while the demon of the body is just cannon fodder.

Unless the hierarchical gap between the two is too large, class suppression must not be violated. This is the nature engraved in their original consciousness.

Although the Blood Spirit King has been practicing for a long time, after losing his own tribe, he is just the most ordinary body demon. When he meets the little demon at a close distance, how can he still have the power to resist?

At this time, as soon as the little demon appeared, the Blood Spirit King had no chance to resist, and was deprived of control of his self-consciousness and became its puppet.

Emperor Jing Huai Zhen's body just shook a little, and even Luo Yueliang beside him had not noticed anything wrong, so he returned to normal again. However, in his sea of ​​consciousness, the Blood Spirit King's consciousness had completely surrendered, and obediently let go of his consciousness to the little demon and let it be branded.

It was so easy to handle?

This made Xiang Yang, who originally planned to wipe him out, feel a little confused.

After confirming that this guy was absolutely not at all threatened, he decided to leave it first. Although the host who was taken away by the Demon's soul has lost the possibility of progress and even the magic of law is no longer used, but after all, this is a true emperor

Even if you don’t use the technique of law, you still have extraordinary combat power and can definitely become your other killer weapon. It would be a pity to destroy it.

What's more, the deceased is gone, and Xiang Yang has no psychological obsession. Otherwise, he would not have used Feng Tong's body to make puppets back then.

"Hmm? It's actually here with him?"

The next moment, Xiang Yang was in a better mood.

The consciousness of the Blood Spirit King has been opened to the Little Heavenly Demon. As the owner of the Little Heavenly Demon, Xiang Yang can also share it. From some of its recent memory clips, he saw what he was most interested in.

Maybe the scene where his host was killed directly shocked the Blood Spirit King. It had a deep memory of the "Demon Crossbow". At this time, this ancient weapon was in its Sumeru belt.

Xiang Yang is not a hypocrite. It can be said that the monks on these three ships can save their lives. It can be said that they are all blessed by him. Since this is the case, it is reasonable to take a magic weapon as a reward, without any psychological burden.

The next thing was much easier. Emperor Jing Huaizhen announced his retreat directly. When the ship docked, the secret room was empty. His disappearance became a mystery since then. Qianji Pavilion sent a fleet to search in the North Sea many times, and even ventured into the bloody sea area, but found nothing.

Finally drowned in the dust of history

Two months later, a small island in the North Sea.

Over the years, a layer of fertile soil has been accumulated by bird droppings in a stone island within a radius of several miles.

There are often hurricanes and heavy waves in the North Sea, and trees that are too tall cannot survive on the island at all. Therefore, the entire island is surrounded by a layer of low shrubs, and a thick layer of moss on the ground.

In this vast North Sea, this small island is like a green gem dotted on the deep blue sea, which is very beautiful.

In the middle of the island, there is a messy stone forest, which is also the only place on the entire island without bird droppings.

There is a small stone cave in the middle of the stone forest. In the cave, there are springs of rushing out, flowing out along the thin stone ditches on the edge of the cave, twisting and turns, and often disappearing next to a stone pillar.

Xiang Yang squatted in front of the stone cave and looked at him with interest.

The entrance of the cave faces the sky, only the size of a bowl, but there is a ball of round stones more than one foot inside, lifted by the spring water gushing out from the bottom of the cave and rolls slowly.

"Is this the Earth Spirit Bead?"

He stood up and looked around with his hands behind his back.

"This is a real natural wonder formation. Only in the depths of the North Sea can it be completely preserved to this monster corpse that I saw some time ago. It should be guarding here, but it was killed for some reason."
Chapter completed!