Sweet and silky, salty and greasy......

The throat moved slightly, and the strong smell of blood in his mouth made Lin Xiaoyao's consciousness gradually awaken.

"Sect Master, the situation of the young master has stabilized for the time being. Since the young master's ancestral dragon luck was taken away by the Canglan royal family ten years ago, the meridians in the young master's body have been reversed, and the situation of blood and qi reflux has become more and more serious. The old man's voice was very low.

"Alas..."The middle-aged man next to him also sighed.

The beautiful woman beside the bed cries blood like a cuckoo: "My poor son! He staggered and threw himself on Lin Xiaoyao's chest.

Lin Xiaoyao gradually regained consciousness, and his eyes slowly opened a slit.

I saw that the whole hall was brightly lit, the lights were colorful, and the word "Xi" was pasted on the wall and the window.

A middle-aged man in a blue robe stood beside the bed, his figure was as tall as a thousand years of green pine, some bookish but exuding majesty and power, but his aura was a little vague and turbulent, as if he had been seriously injured that was difficult to heal.

This is Lin Xiaoyao's father, the first day of the Canglan Empire, the sect master of the Cangyun Sect, Lin Qingcang.

An old man with white hair and a medicine box was standing behind Lin Qingcang with his head bowed. This is the chief physician of the Cangyun Sect, and the medicine is dusty.

The beautiful woman in purple who is crying sadly is Jin Yunrou of Lin Xiaoyao's mother, although Jin Yunrou is tearful at this time, it is difficult to hide her graceful beauty. It's just that her face is unusually pale.

Lin Xiaoyao's gaze slowly retracted, and he saw himself lying on the bed, wearing a big red robe, and a big red embroidery tied to his chest. It's just that there are still large patches of dried black blood on the big red embroidery.

The atmosphere in the hall was depressing, and no one noticed that Lin Xiaoyao had woken up.

Suddenly, the middle-aged beautiful woman lying on the side of the bed pulled out a sharp dagger and rolled up her sleeves.

Her left arm was white and delicate, but her wrist was covered with hideous knife wounds, and even a fresh wound.

"No! Mrs. Sect Master, you use your essence blood to renew the life of the young Sect Master, although it is effective, but it is half the effort! In this way, your bloodline foundation will be damaged, and your longevity will be left! ”

Lin Qingcang on the side, his eyes were also bloodshot at this time, his lips trembled slightly, although his heart was like a knife, he couldn't do anything, and his left hand behind him clenched hard! Because of the cold poison in his body, even if he wanted to prolong his son's life with blood, he couldn't do it.

Seeing that the beautiful woman was about to slash at her scarred wrist with a sharp blade in her hand, Lin Xiaoyao was shocked, opened her eyes suddenly, and then grabbed the hand of the beautiful woman holding the knife!

"Mother! No! Your blood is so bloody that it doesn't taste good, I won't drink it! Lin Xiaoyao said hurriedly.

Seeing Lin Xiaoyao wake up, everyone was happy, and with a "bang", the sharp blade fell to the ground, and Jin Yunrou held Lin Xiaoyao's hand tightly.

And Lin Qingcang also hurriedly walked into the bed, and Yao Mengchen behind him also stepped forward to hold Lin Xiaoyao's pulse.

"Star God bless! The young master's health has improved a lot, and today's wedding must be able to be held smoothly. Yao Mengchen stroked his beard and nodded.

Although weak, Lin Xiaoyao, who was still evil, spoke with difficulty:

"Mother, look at you! I'm the one who died, so you have to put yourself on it, isn't this a loss? My Lin Xiaoyao's head can be broken and bleeding can be flowed, but I can't lose money! ”

"Xiaoyao, don't talk nonsense! It's good to wake up, the Heavenly Machine Dao Master of Shenji Peak has already said that as long as you can get married today, you can continue to live for three years. The beautiful woman wiped away her tears and said with a smile.

"Lin Qingcang, my son is awake, why don't you come over and talk to your son." Jin Yunrou glared at her husband behind her.

Lin Qingcang glanced at Yao Mengchen next to him, and Yao Mengchen lowered his head and said, "The old decay is retired." ”

Then only a family of three remained in the room.

After holding it for a while, Lin Qingcang finally said a little stiffly:

"Better?"

"No matter how much it is, it's better than someone being tormented by the Netherworld Poison every day." Lin Xiaoyao pouted.

Lin Qingcang's face turned black with anger.

Jin Yunrou hurriedly spoke: "Xiaoyao, since you are better, you can rest for a while, and you will have to pick up your relatives in an hour, I have liked this child since I was a child, and now I am finally going to become a family." ”

Ye light eyebrows?

Lin Xiaoyao also couldn't imagine that the dirty little girl who knelt on the ground and begged to save her grandfather back then is now sixteen years old, not only slim and elegant, like a fairy in the sky, but also has reached the sevenfold realm of ascending to the Xuan Realm. With such a talent, only the top demons of the Canglan Empire can compare.

In the Lingxiao Continent, the mystic is respected, and the cultivator is a transcendent mortal existence.

Weak mysteries have the strength of a thousand catties and a lifespan of hundreds of years. The powerful mystic is even more able to burn mountains and reclaim the sea, with a lifespan of 10,000 years, and the top mystic can live with heaven and earth.

Cultivators are divided into seven realms: ascending to the Xuan Realm, entering the Xuan Realm, the True Xuan Realm, the Spirit Xuan Realm, the Emperor Xuan Realm, the Earth Xuan Realm, and the Heavenly Xuan Realm.

Sixteen years old is the age of enlightenment for cultivators, and it is not easy to successfully reach the first level of ascending the Xuan Realm at the age of sixteen, not to mention a demon like Ye Qingmei, who has reached the seventh level of ascending the Xuan Realm at the age of sixteen.

Lin Xiaoyao, who was also sixteen years old, was taken away from the ancestral dragon's luck, and his meridians were reversed and broken, and he couldn't absorb the Xuan Qi cultivation at all, and now he couldn't even reach the Xuan Realm.

Lin Xiaoyao shook his head helplessly: "I'm a dying person, I really don't want to brow lightly." But she really... Good violence. My ass was swollen from being spanked by her! ”

Three days ago, in order not to involve Ye Qingmei, Lin Xiaoyao directly chose to run away from marriage.

But who would have thought that a day later, Ye Qingmei, who was covered in wind and frost, caught Lin Xiaoyao, and grabbed the weak Lin Xiaoyao directly on his shoulder.

Ye Qingmei, who was so angry that he didn't say a word along the way, felt that he was still angry, and directly slapped Lin Xiaoyao's ass a few times with his jade hand, and twisted it a few times on his waist.

That was the first time Lin Xiaoyao regretted that he hadn't died quickly when the ancestral dragon's luck was withdrawn.

Who can believe that Ye Qingmei, a genius girl with a slender figure and stunning appearance, like a fairy in the sky, and Ye Qingmei, who treats everyone gently and plainly and even a little cold, turned out to be a proper violent woman in front of Lin Xiaoyao, and she can get started at every turn.

"Qingmei is a good boy, the Tianji Daoist of Shenji Peak said that he can't see through the lives of the two of you, and it seems to be covered up by the masters, but Qingmei is sincere to you, and this marriage will definitely be able to extend your life."

Speaking of Ye Qingmei, Jin Yunrou, who was a mother-in-law, also showed a gentle smile on her face.

"By the way, I heard that you fainted, and I can't do it in a hurry, I have to hurry up and tell her that you're okay. At this time, she could not come as a bride. Jin Yunrou said and pulled Lin Qingcang out.

Seeing his parents leave, Lin Xiaoyao also breathed a sigh of relief, and then got out of bed, picking up the white jade medicine bowl on the table with a somewhat solemn face.

"Colorless and tasteless, is it arsenic cold? The Great Elder is really a great deal. ”

"Although I also know that I am not worthy of the light eyebrows, I will never allow you to hand over the light eyebrows to the Canglan royal family!"

"Heh, although I regret that I can't step on the Canglan royal family to repay my hatred before I die, but I can kill the lackeys planted by the Canglan royal family in the Cangyun Sect, help my father and mother clear the Cangyun Sect, and keep my eyebrows safe for a while, and I can be regarded as a well-deserved death."

Suddenly, a bloody light appeared on the back of Lin Xiaoyao's left hand, and strange blood-colored inscriptions surrounded him layer by layer.

Ghoul Talisman!

In the Lingxiao Continent, the mystic is respected, but there are also other Dao systems: the way of alchemy, the way of refining, the way of formation, and the way of talismans. Because Lin Xiaoyao was unable to cultivate the Xuan Dao, he devoted his energy to cultivating the other four Dao.

Three years ago, Lin Xiaoyao accidentally got a bronze fragment in the corner of the library and got the ghoul talisman fragment.

In the past three years, Lin Xiaoyao has taken qi and blood as the guide and the soul as the sacrifice, and finally has a small success.

According to the bronze fragments, if you practice the ghoul rune, you can summon the Nether Ghoul and directly pull the sacrificer and his enemies into the Nether Mansion.

Now, Lin Xiaoyao only needs to sacrifice a trace of soul to be able to barely complete this ghoul talisman.

"Great Elder, I don't know if you can resist this great gift!"

The blood-colored inscription slowly rotated, and the pain of the soul being torn and torn was a hundred times more painful than the tearing of the flesh!

A trace of soul was finally cut off, but then the mutation was abrupt!

The trace of soul that should have entered the ghoul talisman was suddenly sucked into the bronze fragment in Lin Xiaoyao's arms.

And that bronze fragment turned into a streamer and drilled into Lin Xiaoyao's dantian.

In an instant, Lin Xiaoyao opened his eyes and found himself sitting cross-legged in the center of a huge blood-colored altar.

The whole world was mixed with the red of blood and the black of chaos.

On the south, south, west, and west sides of the altar stand four quaint giant towers. Each tower is nine floors, and the top of each of the four towers is suspended with different artifacts.

A bronze alchemy furnace was suspended from the east tower, and a scarlet giant sword was suspended from the south tower.

There was a yellowed formation map suspended on the west tower, and a black talisman was suspended on the north tower.

The mist-like blood qi that filled the heavens and the earth suddenly boiled and surged, as if some terror was about to be revived.

Lin Xiaoyao hurriedly stood up, only to find that in the center of the altar, a huge scarlet word "evil" was engraved!

A voice filled with desolation, loneliness and ancient breath sounded:

"The meridians are reversed, the qi and blood flow backwards, and the rudiments of the body of the evil god have finally reappeared in the world."