The reason why Zhao Kongmeng is so unkind to see Lao Dao is not because his current appearance is too disgusting, nor is it because he was too scary when he was a skeleton before. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info but because he figured it out, the old way needs tonic, and the best tonic is the chosen son.

Although Lao Dao didn't say his Dao name now, Zhao Kongmeng guessed that he must be a Tianxu Daoist. This old guy is not only a blasphemous, but also a sect in the study of Taoism. If he was able to achieve such an achievement, maybe he really had the ability to make the overflowing spiritual power urge the herbs to give birth to spiritual consciousness.

The reason why the Demon Devourers were able to cultivate divine arts was because they devoured the flesh and blood of the Chosen Son. The blasphemer is himself a chosen child, and generally does not eat cannibalism. According to convention, only those chosen sons of God who in turn devour the demon devourers can be called blasphemous.

But this division is really only a rough division, and no one knows what it actually is. Zhao Kongmeng didn't know if Tianxu Dao had his own bottom line, after all, he was the first blasphemer, that is to say, he used to be a ghost devourer

Ghost devourers all started by eating the flesh and blood of God's chosen sons, and Tianxu Dao people were certainly no exception. Perhaps he once made a rule that blasphemers should not eat the flesh and blood of God's chosen son. But rules are usually broken, and most of the time it starts with the person who makes the rules.

Zhao Kongmeng was worried that the Tianxu Daoist would be in a hurry to recover his body, so he would devour himself. Although this Tianxu Daoist doesn't look like a skeleton anymore, his body is still very thin, and he is almost not like a normal person. The lobster carapace was already piled up at his feet, but his body didn't continue to get fatter. As for those vine branches, they have long been devoured, and now just sucking some vine juice will not have much effect.

Tianxu Daoren is the first blasphemer, and he can be regarded as the figure who founded the mountain. Zhao Kongmeng didn't believe that he couldn't see his identity, but the other party deliberately didn't say it, and it was obvious what the idea was.

"My predecessor didn't let me go, what kind of idea were you playing?" Zhao Kongmeng didn't know how much spiritual power the Tianxu Daoist would recover, so he didn't dare to run away directly. After all, he hasn't torn his face yet, and there is some room for peace talks.

"I didn't say I wouldn't let you go, I was just afraid that you would miss such an opportunity. There are so many lobsters and so many vines, I can't eat them all for a bad old man. As long as you stay, you can eat as much as you want. You are also a cultivator, so you should know how beneficial this is to your own practice. ”

"The seniors turned out to be kind-hearted, but it made me a little surprised. I didn't do anything, and I got into trouble with my seniors. But I'm not really a practitioner, so I don't need these benefits. Don't bother, I'd better go up first. ”

Lao Dao saw that Zhao Kongmeng insisted on leaving, and he was suddenly a little anxious. He beckoned to Zhao Kongmeng, and then said, "Okay, seeing that you are a smart person, I won't play dumb riddles with you." In fact, I can see that you are a chosen son. You should also guess that I am a native of Tianxu Dao, the founder of this Lanshan Temple. Of course, I have another identity, and that is the first blasphemer. ”

"Listening to my predecessors, it seems that I am not the first chosen son to come to you."

"Yes, there were many of them before, but they weren't as smart as you."

"Haha, the predecessors are old heroes in the end, and they don't have any scruples when they say this. If I'm not mistaken, the rest of the people who weren't smart enough would have become a dry skeleton by now? ”

Tianxu Daoist waved his hand, and then pointed to the remains of those vine branches on the ground: "What a noble species the Chosen Son is, how could it turn into dry bones, it is really a waste." When they entered the ancient well, they were all caught by the vines. Then it was wrapped in a vine little by little, and finally became part of the vine. What do you think you just drank the juice? It was a good thing, the juice of the body of the chosen one when it melted. ”

Zhao Kongmeng is also a person with some knowledge, but he really has the urge to vomit. According to what Tianxu Daoist said, didn't he drink corpse water just now?

"Little guy, don't be so pretentious, okay? In addition to being eaten by the Devil Eater, it seems that the Chosen One is left to become a blasphemer and then eat the Ghost Eater. Is there a third option? ”

"Why does the chosen son have to live by devouring others, can't we live the life of ordinary people?"

"Haha, what a greedy boy." Tianxu Daoist would laugh happily, as if he had heard a very funny joke, "The Chosen Son is a descendant of God, but the power of the bloodline in his body is too weak. If you want to become a god again, you need to concentrate the power of your bloodline. Of course, it is not only the way to devour companions, but also to rely on the marriage of men and women to produce offspring with more concentrated bloodlines. However, once the identity of the Chosen One is revealed, it will be found and devoured by the Ghost Devourers, how can there be a chance to give birth to offspring with a more concentrated bloodline? Therefore, devouring other people's flesh and blood, so as to make the power of one's own bloodline more concentrated, is the best way out. ”

Zhao Kongmeng seemed to have some embarrassment when he heard the words of Tianxu Daoren, and it seemed that there was a lot of helplessness in it. After all, Tianxu Daoist is a person who can start a sect, if he can't do it, who in this world can come up with a better way?

"Boy, it's been a long time since I've seen a living person, so I want to talk to you too. In fact, when those people entered the cave before, I did sense them. But I've gone mad, so I can't alert them. Today, I thought you would have the same ending, but I didn't expect you to be able to attract the dragon-stained lobsters in the well. Today, you saved me, and Lao Dao owes you a favor. ”

Tianxu Daoist said very sincerely, if Zhao Kongmeng was still the same as before, he would definitely believe the old Dao's words. But Zhao Kongmeng is not the ordinary person he used to be after all, after the baptism of blood and rain on the rivers and lakes, how can he easily trust others.

"Thank you, there is no need, it is the duty of the children of the rivers and lakes to help each other." Zhao Kongmeng felt very uncomfortable staying with the Tianxu Dao people, although he still wanted to hear more secrets from the mouths of the Tianxu Dao people, but he felt that it was stupid to do so.

The old man is an old spirit, and the Tianxu Daoist just looked at Zhao Kongmeng's appearance, and knew that this guy was thinking of leaving again. He knew that if he didn't give some real goods, he wouldn't be able to stop the kid in front of him.

"You descendants must have come to me with a purpose. Now I have nothing but these lobsters and vines. It seems that you don't like to eat these things, so I don't recommend them. Well, if you have any doubts, you can ask me, and I will take it as a favor for you. ”

Zhao Kong dreams of leaving, but he can't give up this opportunity. He had worked so hard to learn more about the Chosen Son from the first blasphemer, and now that he had the opportunity, he could not give it up in vain. Otherwise, he would have done useless work after running such a long distance.

"You are the one who created the blasphemer and should have a deep understanding of the Chosen One. Now I have a question that confuses me. I have met ordinary wicked people who have imprisoned ordinary living people and then extracted their blood. Most of the blood was sold to hospitals, but a small amount of the essence was made into a golden solution. This solution will turn into small metal-like pills, and those who eat it will become ghost eaters. ”

Tianxu Daoist listened to Zhao Kongmeng's words very carefully, and then muttered: "I actually know about this practice, but I don't know whether to tell you or not." ”

"Does this need to be kept secret?"

"People are always greedy, and they will try to get a bigger reward for a small benefit. You're just a kid, and I don't want you to get involved in that. ”

Zhao Kongmeng felt that Tianxu Daoren's words were very funny, so he unceremoniously refuted: "I am the chosen son of God, a descendant of God, can I be a child without it?" ”

"The chosen son of God is also a man, and man is greedy. Still, I decided to tell you, after all, I had already promised before. In fact, the method you see of collecting human blood is not for blood, but for the power of the bloodline. The Chosen Son is actually a human being, and the difference between him and ordinary people is only the concentration of the blood of the gods in it. All people are descendants of God, and even the thinnest of blood people have a little bit of blood. However, the blood of the gods contained in the bloodlines of ordinary people is almost negligible, so the ghost eaters usually hit the body of the chosen son of the god whose blood is thicker. However, the number of God's chosen sons is too small, and sometimes some ghost eaters can only fight the ideas of ordinary people. ”

Zhao Kongmeng used to wonder why many small supermarkets would post advertisements at the door of the old mobile phone to change the basin, thinking that it was a loss-making business. Later, when he heard that gold could be extracted from old mobile phones, he immediately admired those who collected old mobile phones.

Although the gold content in each mobile phone is negligible, the gold content that can be collected by countless mobile phones together is amazing. Zhao Kongmeng had also guessed that those golden liquids were extracted from blood, but he was still a little surprised when this would really be confirmed.

"Little guy, looking at your appearance, it seems that I am a little moved." Tianxu Daoren smiled, "Actually, it's no wonder that you, this is a temptation that no God's choice can resist." That golden texture is the color of God. The more the power of the bloodline in a god's chosen son awakens, the more his blood will turn yellow. Eventually, his blood turned completely golden, like a gold-plated idol of a god. It's the color of God, and it's really fascinating. ”