Chapter Seventy-One: Maens

Night Eleven's fingers were sealed, and a pot of black water swirled in the pot, and after a while, it condensed into a black pill, which was about the same size as the Feng Yuan Bead, but it did not have the cyan light like the Feng Yuan Bead.

The dark black pill exudes an ominous aura, a layer of demonic brilliance, which makes people feel evil thoughts at a glance.

Night Eleven hurriedly accepted Hei Fan, this thing is too evil, it must not be eaten, so keep it for later.

Maens under the black cauldron shouted, "Let go of this king!"

Ye Shiyi sneered and asked, "What other capital do you have to negotiate with me?"

Maens roared angrily: "When this king recovers his strength, he will be the first to destroy you!"

Night Eleven said: "I'm so scared! But I can tell you one thing, I am the master of this world! ”

Manes seemed to hear the incredible words and let out a low chuckle.

Ye Eleven stuffed a handful of pills, and he was the only one who took the medicine like this.

With the light of black gold, Ye Eleven's body was full of golden energy, like a real flame, and there were golden lines on his naked arms, and his muscles were one by one, as if they contained infinite power.

Night Eleven grabbed one of the ears with one hand and lifted it up hard.

Buzzing!

There was the sound of heavy objects moving, and the black cauldron after blessing the power of suppression had already weighed a million catties, but in the hands of Ye Eleven, who was like a gold cast, it rose steadily.

The death of the mad god is simply terrifying! The celebrity in history who holds the crown with one hand, Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, can't compare to it!

After all, this is beyond mortals, and it is an immortal magic method.

Manes looked up at the bottom of the black cauldron that had been removed, and his face improved slightly, but after seeing the golden light surging on the face of Night Eleven, its black face was white!

What do you see? Protoss of the Golden Body!

Manes shook its head, its crushed body swelled, and it stood up, looking at the black cauldron that was level with itself, shocked.

The kid in front of him actually raised his hand with one hand, is this what people do?

Apparently not, it's beyond what it knows about humans.

Millions of catties, without using cultivation, even cultivators in the out-of-body realm cannot shake a single bit.

Physical strength and cultivation power are two kinds of power, which can be cultivated separately, that is, refining the body and refining qi. You don't need a machete to break a branch with your hand, after all, the strength you gradually gain is not as quick as your physical strength.

Ye Eleven held the 10,000-jin tripod with one hand, and said lightly: "Do you believe it now?"

Mayns shook its head, then stopped, and nodded, feeling an irresistible force suppressing it, directing it, making it obedient.

It's the power of rules!

Manes was shocked in his heart, the young man in front of him actually had the power of rules!

The rules are made by the strong, and to have this kind of power, that is the power to stand at the top of the world, and at this time, Night Eleven has undoubtedly touched this supreme power.

If Manes was in the realm of the phoenix totem of Asa Xue Musu, he would probably feel frightened, he would never have imagined that in addition to Night Eleven, there was a girl who could pinch herself to death with one hand.

As Night Eleven talks to Maens, he gets a lot of information, even about the conflict that happened in Skynet a few years ago.

Everything seems to be a little unsimple, like the top forces competing for the existence that can affect the world pattern.

That existence doesn't know what it is or who it is, and even Maens, who was at the peak of the out-of-body realm, was just cannon fodder back then.

The world's famous family, one of the three sects of the Shushan faction, the sword gate, its head of the sword immortal, is far higher than the out-of-body realm. In this hierarchical and respectful world, a fairy word can be used in the name, which is a symbol of strength, it is difficult to imagine how strong Shushan is, and it is no wonder that it has the confidence to claim to suppress the demons and monsters in the world.

Without a solid foundation, no amount of wine can strengthen the courage to dare to shout with the demons and monsters in the world.

Night Eleven put his hand on the door of Maens's head, the light lit up, he read Maens's memory, and said to himself: "Forget about Shushan's imperial art, you can learn a little bit of swordsmanship."

Manes got down on one knee and kept his head down, and instead of laughing at him as he had done before, he behaved calmly.

Night Eleven said lightly: "Now that you are also my subordinate, that kind of free demonic nature should be collected, and I will terminate the contract and let you go free if you behave well."

Manes stood up and looked at Night Eleven, who lowered his head a few times, and listened silently.

Night Eleven raised his eyes to look at Maens's black face, remembering Bai Shang Zhenbai, he was a little irritable in his heart, and said in a cold tone: "If you hear that there are monsters doing evil in the future, if you find out that it is you, I will let you destroy with my own hands!"

Maens shuddered, and the arrogant demon king nodded like a chicken pecking rice. The young man in front of him had signed a contract with himself with an unknown power, and that power was the rule, an irresistible Great Dao power, and he couldn't resist it!

Night Eleven learned some strange things from Maens's memory, that there is a kind of servility in the demons and monsters in this world, that is, surrendering to powerful beings for the sake of development, and this surrender will not be limited by different races.

In short, they will only submit to the strong, and only a few will be free to choose what to do with their lives.

Night Eleven looked at the big tall man in front of him and sighed, "There must be pity for the hateful."

Then Ye Eleven took out the black pill, then took a green tripod and threw the black pill into it.

Manes looked at the Qing Ding, his eyelids trembled, the Ding himself was very familiar, it was the holy relic of the Demon Suppression Clan, and it was also the bronze sword that suppressed his own body for hundreds of years. During this time, some of the remnants of the escaped souls were also sealed back a few years ago.

As the day dawned, the green light of Qingding was agitated, and the surrounding forests were shaken off red leaves.

Night Eleven handed the blue-veined black pill to Maens and said, "This pill, I have re-refined it, and it can help you restore your origin."

Manes took the blue black pill and said, "What about the rebirth fruit?"

Ye Eleven said lightly: "The Rebirth Fruit, in my opinion, is far inferior to this Blue Striped Black Pill, don't worry about the Rebirth Fruit in the future, I think the forbidden area of the Heavenly Net Land is probably not simple."

Manes didn't reply, looked at the blue-veined black pill in his hand, and swallowed it in one gulp.

Maens, who was originally unhappy to be suppressed and subdued by the force of Night Eleven, actually smiled now, the blue-veined black pill was very unique, with a faint smell of copper, but it was very clear, like a wind constantly blowing on the body.

Manes didn't know that Ye Eleven had refined the Wind Yuan Bead and the Black Pill together, but he was not comparable to ordinary people, and he could feel the wind source power, which contained a strange law in this power, and it was the power to suppress the demonic nature.

The demonic origin was wrapped in the wind source, and the evil thoughts were also dulled, and Maens could feel more and more like a human.

How many demons and monsters want to cultivate into adults, and how many people want to cultivate to become immortals, and how many things are impossible to accomplish even if they cross races.

Manes couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad in his heart, the past had already gone with the wind, and when he thought about it, even he couldn't help but want to cry.