For the boiling of the Eastern Spirit Realm, the forest wilderness on the Phoenix Platform is unaware.

For the past twenty days, Lin Huang has been immersed in cultivation.

On the phoenix platform, the vitality is as strong as silk threads, woven into a huge net, like an eggshell, and like a silkworm chrysalis, wrapping the forest wilderness.

In Lin Huang's body, the vitality is surging like a river, and every meridian is full of vitality. There was a vast amount of vitality surging in the Xuan Sea, accompanied by the breath of the forest barren, setting off huge waves.

Feeling the abundant vitality in his body, Lin Huang waved his hand to introduce the vitality outside the entrance of Tianyuan One Heavy Heaven.

The vitality is surging and boiling, like a million troops coming from the pass!

......

A place in the Qinglong Mountains.

The blood-colored temple is steep, like a sickle that cuts through the void, located on the top of the mountain cliff, exuding a bloody and hideous aura, like a giant beast, peeking at the Qinglong Mountain Range and even the entire Eastern Spirit Realm.

In the giant hall, there was a blood-colored figure crawling at this moment.

It was a young man.

The young man knelt on the ground, his forehead touching the icy floor, and his beautiful face was full of adoration and respect, just as he was prostrate at the moment.

In front of the young man's kneeling body, there was a series of heads, sixty or seventy. It is placed in the main hall like a sacrificial animal's head.

Among these heads, there is Qi Changfeng.

There is Sufo.

There is Shangguan Xuan.

There is no way for Han.

......

There are disciples of the major forces in the Eastern Spirit Realm.

Every head stared at each other.

And above the blood-colored hall, there was a shadow.

In the shadows, the faint sound of breathing could be heard.

"Master, the disciple is ashamed. In this battle of the Four Sects and Ten Dynasties, only sixty-seven disciples of the major forces were killed, which was three short of the requirements of the master!"

In the main hall, the young man kneeling on the ground spoke tremblingly.

"Qinghou, I heard that this time in the battle of the Four Sects and Ten Dynasties, there was one person who survived to the end?"

In the shadows above the main hall, an extremely feminine voice sounded, like a woman, revealing enchantment.

"The rest of the people were all killed by the Drifting Snow Palace, and he survived to the end!"

Xie Qinghou said with hatred in his voice.

"Did he kill so many people alone?"

In the shadows, questioning voices rang out.

Xie Qinghou, who was kneeling on the ground, changed his complexion, and his voice became more and more respectful, "It's the disciple who is incompetent, and I hope the master will forgive the sins!"

"I only ask you, why didn't you bring Lin Huang's head back!"

In the shadow of the giant hall, a figure suddenly walked out, wearing the same bloody clothes as Xie Qinghou, but even more enchanting and charming, with an extremely white face, obviously having an Adam's apple, but every move was with the charm of a woman.

Looking at Xie Qinghou's eyes, there seemed to be a trace of perverted pampering.

Lin ...... Forest barren ......"

Feeling the huge shadow in front of him and the cold breath, Xie Qinghou's complexion changed suddenly, and his kneeling body couldn't help but move a few steps back.

"Why, he is your fellow disciple, so he is reluctant to kill him?"

The eyebrows of the Blood Yin Marquis were raised, and the indescribable enchanting was moving.

"No...... Not really!"

Xie Qinghou hurriedly spoke, and then continued: "It's that Lin Huang is too powerful, he has cultivated into a snow drifting world, and he is one with Lin Cangxue's ten thousand swords, and he is still a third-level formation master, and the disciples are not sure to kill him!"

"Snow drifting in the world? Hmph, how can the snow drifting world compare to the divine skills of my Blood Spirit Palace!"

The Blood Yin Hou snorted thickly, and there was still an indissolvable softness in his voice.

"Xue Piao is naturally not comparable to the world, but when Lin Huang is in the Diyuan realm, he can fight back against Uncle Hou in Blood, and he must have unknown hole cards, and the disciple really doesn't have that confidence!"

Xie Qinghou said tremblingly.

"No faith?"

The Blood Yin Marquis frowned slightly, pinched the orchid in his hand and hooked the green silk, squatted down, tapped Xie Qinghou's head, and said gently: "If you are like the master, you are willing to give up some things and truly inherit the mantle of this marquis, you will have full confidence."

Feeling the jade fingers on the top of his head, Xie Qinghou's face changed, and he was a little overwhelmed with nervousness, and then said in a low voice: "The disciple hasn't experienced those wonderful things yet, the disciple wants to feel it first." Correct...... Then I will inherit the mantle of Master wholeheartedly!"

"Feel it once? giggle, but I forgot, my lovely disciple, is still a chick!"

In the main hall, the blood yin marquis giggled and smiled. Then, the breath in the hall suddenly became cold, "I have waited for you for three years, and you are not willing to inherit the mantle of Ben Hou!

Xie Qinghou's face changed greatly......

"Ask for ...... I begged the master to give the disciple half a year. The disciple swore that within half a year, the disciple would inherit the mantle of the master and sacrifice his heart and soul for the Blood Spirit Palace, at all costs!"

In the main hall, the laughter of the Blood Yin Marquis sounded again, and the biting coldness just now instantly turned into a warm spring breeze.

The Blood Yin Marquis squatted down again and stroked Xie Qinghou's head, "Then the master will give you another half a year, and then the master will definitely teach you all the divine skills!"

"Thank you, Master, for your great kindness!"

Xie Qinghou hurriedly spoke.

"However, the one called Lin Huang must die!"

The Blood Yin Marquis spoke again, causing Xie Qinghou's body to freeze suddenly.

"What, you have a problem?"

The Blood Yin Marquis asked rhetorically.

"The disciple doesn't dare," Xie Qinghou said hoarsely, "only...... Just ......"

"Just what?"

The Blood Yin Marquis stroked Xie Qinghou's head, as if he was stroking a kitten.

"It's just that Lin Huang has the existence of the Mountains and Rivers Scroll in his hands, if he is killed, the Mountains and Rivers Scroll will probably not be found!"

Xie Qinghou hurriedly said.

"It's okay, just bring back Lin Huang's head. Your master knows how to search for souls, even for the dead. As long as you wait until your master is out of the customs, you will naturally know where the mountains and rivers are located!"

The Blood Yin Marquis patiently explained.

While kneeling, Xie Qinghou lowered his head, and his face changed again.

"Do you still have questions?"

Blood Yin Hou frowned, stroked the fingers of Xie Qinghou's head, and used a little force.

Xie Qinghou felt the strength on his head, and it seemed that he would take off his skull at any time, and he couldn't help but look cold, and then gritted his teeth and said, "Disciple thinks that Lin Huang is more suitable to be the body of the evil king!"

Well?

The Blood Yin Hou shook his fingers, and his eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Are you sure?"

After a long time, the voice of the Blood Yin Marquis sounded in the hall again.

"Indeed...... OK!"

Xie Qinghou hurriedly nodded, "Lin Huang's strength now has surpassed Lin Cangxue at the same time. Moreover, his physique is also more suitable for the Evil King!"

“...... Then keep him for now!"

The Blood Yin Marquis was silent for a moment and then said.

Xie Qinghou, who was kneeling, did not change his expression, but he was overjoyed in his heart.

In the main hall, the Blood Yin Marquis paced, twisting his waist like a water snake, and slowly disappeared into the shadows, and his feminine voice also echoed in the main hall:

"Although there are only sixty-seven heads, it's not bad! Later, after going to the blood pool to cultivate and completely transform my body into a physique that fits my Blood Spirit Palace's exercises, I will take over the identity of the twelfth generation of blood sons!"

"Thank you, Master Longen!"

In the blood-colored giant hall, Xie Qinghou, who was kneeling, showed a look of great joy on his face, trembling up and down all over his body, and couldn't stop his excitement. It's just that there is a different kind of light on the face that clings to the cold floor......

(End of chapter)