Chapter 162: Hatred
Hearing the promise of the black mist, Liao Bing subconsciously raised his hand, and Ding Qing took a look, sure enough, he hadn't noticed it before, and at this moment, there was a faint light emitting from the back of his hand. Net 8
This mark, he remembers, was faintly painted for him, but it had been very ordinary before, and there was no light.
As it turned out, the black fog didn't lie to him.
"How is it? You remember, when you were apprenticing that day, there were only you and the hidden as broken, hidden as broken in your hands, this mark just proves that what I said earlier is true, absolutely not deceiving you half a point, what I need is your help, but also to recruit talents for His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince, when the task is completed, I will naturally leave your body and return to my body!"
Black Mist continued.
"Didn't you say before that if you don't die, you won't be able to leave the host? Does it mean that if I promise to be your host, I will be abandoned by you in the future, just like Yinrupo?"
Liao Bing said coldly.
Naturally, he wouldn't believe what Hei Wu said, he was not stupid, how could he take the initiative to challenge the innate powerhouse?
What is the concept of the innate strong, it is very different from the dust realm, even if it is strong, it is impossible to be the opponent of the innate strong, plus the black fog was dissatisfied with what the innate strong did before, so the death of the innate is definitely inseparable from this person.
"Now we want to separate, of course, we can only die on one side, but we are a loss-making relationship, as if we are broken and a death, so that my strength will be reduced by fifty percent for no reason, and it will take a long time to cultivate before it can be restored, so you don't have to worry, I am not forced to a dead end, I will not mess around, as long as we complete the task and have the ninth prince to make a move, we can separate without damage in an instant, just imagine, how can there be a free lunch in this world, treasures such as the Heavenly Demon Classic, if you don't pay a little price, how can you let people get it?"
Black Mist didn't seem to be afraid of Liao Bing's doubts at all, and explained confidently.
"What kind of task do you want me to help you complete?Where is the Black Demon Domain?And who is the Ninth Prince?"
In just a few conversations at this moment, the black mist revealed too much information, Liao Bing frowned and asked.
"It's pointless to tell you now, your strength is not enough, far from enough, when your strength is enough, I will naturally tell you! Don't worry, as long as you are willing to help me complete the task, then I can first give you the Heavenly Rank Exercises, Blood Condensation and Yuan Gong, to help you improve your strength, once the strength is enough, we can go to the destination to complete the task, and then the Ninth Prince will definitely have a great reward! Let you be inexhaustible for the rest of your life!"
The man who had been transformed by the black mist said seductively.
At this moment, although Liao Bing was very evil when he heard the name of this exercise, coupled with the strangeness of this person's appearance, he was slightly wary in his heart, but he really couldn't resist the temptation.
You can get a Heaven Rank Exercise right away, which is simply a great luck. Coupled with the things that may be obtained later, the Heavenly Demon Codex, a chance to reach the sky is in front of him, and he really can't refuse.
Thinking back to the appearance of Qianyun holding Fei Ling in the arms of Yuelan Slope, as well as the Hidden Sword Sect, Fei Ling always held Qianyun's hand, with a happy smile on his face, every time he thought of this, Liao Bing felt that there was a karmic fire from hell burning his heart, and that heartache made him breathe hard, and he wanted to die.
He fell in love with Fei Ling at first sight, he liked her so much, but she had been following Qianyun's side, disdainful of himself, he would never tolerate it, even if he tried his best, he would take Fei Ling back from Qianyun.
"Qianyun, I will definitely kill you! The woman who dares to rob me Liao Bing, you wait!"
Liao Bing gritted his teeth and said, with a crazy look in his eyes.
"Huh, I didn't expect you to have such a grudge against Qianyun, this Qianyun is really causing trouble everywhere, and the death of Yin Rupo is also his reason, as the saying goes, the hatred of killing your father and taking your wife is the most irreducible, since Qianyun robbed your woman, then you must get this face back, this is the true character of the hero!"
The man who had been turned into a black mist on the side spoke.
"I will, I'll be a disciple with Qianyun, I'm going to let Fei Ling see with his own eyes, whether it's me who is powerful, or he is powerful in Qianyun, the last question, what do you call it?"
"Just call me a moth!"
"Okay, I'm willing to help you complete the task!" Liao Bing said with determination.
"Hahaha...... This is the blood coagulation and transformation of the element, you have put it away!"
The moth laughed, the black mist suddenly dispersed, entangled Liao Bing, Liao Bing relaxed his mind, and soon, a technique kept pouring into his mind, and at the same time, a symbiotic contract was established between them, just like the moth parasiting on the hidden as broken, one loss and one glory.
"Cultivate well! This skill will definitely help you improve your skills quickly. ”
When the moth disappeared, Liao Bing suddenly opened his eyes.
What caught my eye was the black, cold cage.
He carefully read the blood coagulation and transformation of the Yuan Gong, and now this is really an evil skill, but the evil skill is also divided into three, six, nine and so on.
He had seen the evil skill of the Iron Sword Villa before, that evil skill needed to catch boys and girls to practice, although the power was not bad after practice, but he also became a person who was not a ghost or a ghost, there were too many flaws, and he couldn't stop at any time, and he needed to keep looking for children.
At the beginning, he didn't go to practice after reading it, low-level evil skills, the cost of cultivation is too great, he has ambitions, he will definitely not be like the owner of Iron Sword Mountain Villa, getting a low-level evil skill is like getting a treasure, and the person who exercises himself is not a person, a ghost or a ghost.
And this evil skill is worthy of being a heaven-level exercise, not to mention the side effects, only blood is needed, the blood of ordinary people can also be used, and the blood of martial arts masters is even better, if he can kill a congenital and use the blood of an innate powerhouse to practice, it may not be possible to help him directly break a few levels.
And there will be no big changes in people's appearance, as long as they are not exposed, they will not be revealed easily, he doesn't want to be like the owner of Iron Sword Villa, and his own cultivation of evil skills is known to the world, this is self-defeating.
And the blood coagulation and transformation of the Yuan Gong is exactly the exercise he needs.
At this moment, he was already attracted by the power of this exercise, and he couldn't wait to start cultivating immediately.
Blood, he needs a lot of blood.
At this moment, he swept his gaze to the other cages!
Next to him, there were two cages, one was someone he didn't know, and the other cage was holding two people, and he already knew the identities of these two people.
One is Qianyun's uncle, Elder Yiyang, and the other is Qianyun's sword slave.
Before, he didn't have the ability to deal with them, but now......
The corners of Liao Bing's mouth showed a hint of cruelty.
"Qianyun, revenge starts with your uncle, I will let you know how miserable the fate of offending me Liao Bing is, don't worry, I won't let you die soon, I will kill all your relatives and friends, take away Fei Ling in front of you, and then kill you, so that your unwillingness and resentment have nowhere to be reduced, and after death, you will turn into a resentful spirit, and you will never live!"