The faint tone was still lingering in the old man's consciousness, the old man's face was stunned, originally he thought that Emo would ask for some materials as compensation at most, but he didn't expect that the condition he proposed was to be attached to the entire Bloodwing Tribe. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The smiling face gradually became gloomy, and the old man's voice became much colder, only to hear him say in a low voice: "Your Excellency's condition is inevitably a bit too deceitful. ”

Ermo's eyes drooped slightly, and the corners of his lips were raised to outline a cold arc: "You can think so too." ”

After a pause, Ermo continued to speak: "Don't think that my conditions are too much, if it weren't for the fact that I still have some strength, I would have been killed by you indiscriminately, so can I still stand here alive and tell you about the conditions?" ”

The old man frowned and hesitated for a moment, then considered, "Can you change the conditions?" If Your Excellency insists on this, I don't think it will be difficult for us in the Bloodwing Tribe to agree to you! Rather than being enslaved by others, it is better to have a good time. ”

Hearing this, Ermo shook his head slowly, and a faint voice sounded in the old man's consciousness again: "I think this condition is very suitable, and I don't want to change it." ”

"As for the slavery you are talking about? I have always been very kind to the people under my hands, and it is not too late to say yes now. ”

The old man sneered and said, "Although Your Excellency's strength is strong, if you want my Bloodwing tribe to surrender, it is still a little insufficient. ”

Seeing that he was kind and persuasive, the old man still didn't know how to lift up, Emo's eyes couldn't help but turn cold, and the gray light behind him surged like mist, condensing and transforming into the Filthy God Xuanguang Demon Wheel, and the magic wheel was like a big sun, rising and floating above Emo's head.

Between the illusion and disillusionment of the demonic text, the Dao Filthy Divine Xuanguang shot out like a match, slashing through the sky, forcing the old man and the evil shadow to scramble for a while.

After such a period of confrontation, Emo also discovered that these alien cultivators were cultivating demonic energy, but their attack methods were relatively simple and direct, far less unpredictable than those of Earth cultivators.

According to Wu Yifan, the earth was formed by the merger of the desolate land and the continent of the gods, and the methods of cultivators have also changed from simple to complex, becoming more and more mysterious, and by the time of the battle of the gods, it has reached its peak.

I just don't know, how is this world called the Demon Source Continent compared to the Flood Desolate Land and the Continent of the Gods?

The old man was also tired of coping at the moment, and secretly complained in his heart that the horror and strangeness of Emer's methods far exceeded their expectations.

After a moment of respite, the evil shadow said to the old man on the side, "High Priest, sacrifice the holy weapon of my clan." ”

Hallows?

Hearing this, a trace of hesitation flashed on the old man's face, the holy weapon of the Bloodwing Tribe was the magic weapon that the first high priest of the Bloodwing Tribe had refined.

A thousand years ago, the Bloodwing Tribe was a prestigious bronze-level tribe, and the first high priest was also a demon king-level powerhouse, and even among the demon king-level powerhouses, it was a top-notch existence.

At that time, in the surrounding mountain ranges within 10,000 miles, many demon tribes were led by the Bloodwing Tribe, but later the Bloodwing Tribe encountered a strong enemy, although the first high priest killed the strong enemy, but it was seriously injured and difficult to heal, and it fell soon after.

Since then, the Bloodwing Tribe has never had a demon king-level powerhouse, so it has gradually declined.

However, when the first high priest was dying, he used the magic weapon he had cultivated as a thing of inheritance, and sealed most of the power of his whole body into it.

It's a pity that this magic weapon was seriously damaged in that war, and it can only be used three more times, and the high priests of the past dynasties have said that until the crisis of extermination, the holy weapon must not be easily used.

Now, there is only one last time left, and even when the demon tide occurred before, the situation was so critical, and the old man had never used the holy weapon of the Bloodwing Clan.

Now, is it really going to be used for the last time?

As if seeing the old man's hesitation, the evil shadow shouted in a deep voice: "High Priest, as long as you use our clan's holy weapon to defeat the person in front of you, wait for us to capture him, force him to find out the details of that different world, and hand it over to the Golden Tribe, our tribe will be safe and sound and survive the next demon tide." ”

"Moreover, if we are blessed by the Golden Tribe, our clan may still be able to appear as a demon king-level powerhouse, even if after this time, the holy weapon is destroyed, it will be worth it."

The old man pondered for a moment, and also raised the evil shadow to make sense, his face suddenly turned solemn, nodded fiercely, and said, "Okay, just listen to you, use my clan's holy weapon!" However, you'll have to hold him back for a while to buy me time to communicate with the Hallows. ”

"Good!"

The evil shadow responded in a deep voice, and in an instant, the wings behind him straightened, dense blood-colored lines appeared on the blood wings, and the terrifying aura spread out, in addition, the dark bonus horn above the evil shadow's head also suddenly lengthened a lot.

Originally, it was just an aura comparable to the pinnacle of the Convergence Dao, but it was once again raised a step upward, and even though it was far away, Emo also felt a sense of oppression like a substance.

At the cost of overdrawing the life essence, the evil shadow used secret techniques to improve his strength, and he couldn't do it for too long, so after roaring angrily, he took the broad giant sword in his hand and killed Emo.

At the same time, the old man who stayed where he was began to mutter, chanting obscure incantations, and strange voices wafted through the air, echoing in all directions.

The divine power of the extreme yin ghost in his hand was surging and condensed, and Emo, who was fighting with the evil shadow, suddenly heard these spells, and his heart began to feel a little uneasy inexplicably.

With a thought in her mind, she used the spiritual imprint left by the puppet puppet control technique in the blood doll's body as a medium, and gave her an order to attack the old man who was chanting the spell with all her might.

Seeing the blood shadow raging below, the grinning and happy Blood Horror Doll suddenly frowned, and after glancing in the direction where Emo was, he then turned the head of the blood-red giant snake and rushed towards the old man.

The corner of the evil shadow's eyes also noticed the movement of the Blood Terror Doll, and his heart suddenly changed, and he hurriedly shouted, "Stop her quickly, don't let him get close to the High Priest." ”

Hearing this, some of the Blood Wing Clan looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, but still endured their fear, gritted their teeth and rushed forward.

The Blood Terror Doll snorted softly, its eyes bloodshot, and under this blood light, patches of Blood Wing Clansmen fell straight from the air, but its dense rain of attacks also stopped the Blood Terror Doll.

"It's done!"

The old man's voice chanting the incantation slowly stopped, and the next moment, the original place where the altar was located suddenly burst, and the entire earth began to shake violently, and hideous cracks appeared, and the solid ground collapsed and sank one after another.

In the crack, a white bone palm nearly ten zhang in size stretched out......