"Before you die, this seat doesn't have to lie to you anymore, you and I have no blood relationship at all!"

"This seat itself is just a low-grade Xuan-level spiritual root cultivator, how can you give birth to such an extraordinary grandson, even if there is really a very small probability, the ancestor is virtuous, and gave birth to such an excellent descendant, then I am reluctant to let him suffer. ”

"There's no need for you to be a pawn and overthrow the Sword Sect. ”

"It is more in the interests of the family to directly let you cultivate to the Origin Realm in the Sword Sect, and become a Supreme Elder. ”

"To tell you the truth, you were originally a descendant of the Feng family in Beiyuan Linhai Prefecture, and you were taken by this seat when you were in your infancy. You will not be lonely on the Huangquan Road, the whole clan of your Feng family is waiting for you there, if you don't want to commit suicide, this seat will personally send you to reunite with the clansmen. ”

Ji Yanlin's eyes were bleeding, and the mountains under the dark clouds of the night were like a tall god and demon, this world is so blood-soaked people cannibalism.

In this era of demons, he is a loser. The defeat was a complete mess, and there was not even the slightest chance to turn over.

"No, no, no!" Ji Yanlin shouted frantically, he had the idea of exploring his background, but he didn't have the ability to accept the bloody reality, and he was not prepared at all when he was even more desperate.

"This is not my fate, I am a Heavenly Spirit Root Cultivator, I am a child of Heavenly Destiny, I will not fail. I am the Lord of the Southern Wilderness!"

Bai Xiaosanren snorted coldly, his right hand was grasped, and countless blood spots flew out of thin air on the crazy screaming Ji Yanlin Heavenly Spirit Cover, which merged into a red light, all of which fell into Bai Xiaosanren's palm.

"Blood God Son!" Li Mei'er was startled.

Bai Xiaosanren laughed cruelly, urging the Blood God Son, regardless of Ji Yanlin's dying struggle, and said viciously: "Demon woman, this seat will let you go twice, but it will only be three, you don't know how to advance and retreat, this seat and you will not die!"

Ji Yanlin was sucked out of his essence blood by the Blood God Son, and when he was about to die, he intermittently shouted: "Heavenly Dao reincarnation...... I'll be waiting for you both!"

Bai Xiaosan's hand slowed down and said: "Even if there is the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, you can't wait for this seat, the burning bone and blood inflammation of this seat can destroy your form and spirit!"

Bai Xiaosan's palm spit out, and a blood flame fell on Ji Yanlin, who was like a dead corpse, and that fire was not ordinary fire, nor was it the fire in the ordinary five elements.

It was a strange secret technique in the blood path, a secret technique that Bai Xiaosan people realized by themselves, not very powerful, but the most capable of tossing people, and the blood inflammation slowly incinerated the other party's white bones, essence blood and divine soul.

In the end, he can melt a spirit pill that nourishes the blood path.

The person who received the spell died and died, and even the soul was destroyed together, that is, there was no such person in the six reincarnations, and the dying Ji Yanlin was under the burning bone and blood flames, but the last breath was not broken.

He slowly softened under the gaze of Bai Xiaosan like a beast, and became smaller and smaller like a boneless.

In the end, he became a blood cell, and he didn't look like a human being, but there was Ji Yanlin's face on top of the blood cell, but looking at the distorted facial features, it was the most cruel toss in the world by the divine soul.

The Burning Bone Blood Flame eventually incinerated even his soul and melted into that elixir.

The Illusory Sect is one of the top ten famous sects of the Demon Dao, the Western Desert Demon cultivates the weak and the strong, and Li Mei'er has also seen a lot of ruthless people, but when she saw Bai Xiaosan so brutally concocted a person who used to call herself a grandfather, even Li Mei'er felt a chill in her back.

Demon! Baixiao Sanren is definitely a demon. A demon who crawled out of the path of evil demons.

"Good grandson, do you regret just now, angering your uncle and me!"

"Good grandson, do you think that you are a child of destiny, and your life should not be extinguished"

"Good grandson, when you become a blood elixir, this seat will train you, and in the future, your soul will be sealed in this seat, you open your eyes and watch carefully, and see how this seat has risen step by step from a monk with no outstanding qualifications, standing to the supreme of humanity!"

"And you, as a Heavenly Spirit Root, God gave you a shortcut, but you used it to die!"

When Bai Xiaodao was a casual cultivator, he was well-read, and he had contact with many genres, and his qualifications were low, but his understanding was good, so he dared to call himself Baixiao. Called Baixiao Sanren.

Now he is not a casual cultivator, he has become a Baixiao Daoist of the Battle Demon Sect, and the blood path he majored in also has great hidden dangers, such as the blood inflammation that triggered the burning bone just now, and his mind has fluctuated, and he is no longer as absolutely rational as usual.

Unconsciously said the obsession in his heart, the Supreme Humane, he was still thirty-three heavens away.

When cultivating the mind, the monk must cut off his obsessions, eliminate malice, kill his heart, and eliminate his resentment, so as not to let himself fall into the tribulation of the demons in his heart during the tribulation.

But there are three thousand avenues, and there is more than one road for immortality.

There are immortals, Buddhas, gods, true spirits, Shura, divine beasts, and heavenly demons.

A person who has an extremely evil nature, knows his nature, does not add any imprisonment, and kills rampantly, that is, he becomes a great freedom, can cultivate into a heavenly demon, he can be equal to the Buddha, and dare to compete with the immortals.

Several sword cultivators of the original Tianyan Sword Sect watched all this from afar, watching Ji Yanlin's form and gods all destroyed, the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, this traitor had a bad result, and was controlled by the War Demon Sect, and the original Sword Sect monks who monitored each other and watched each other and watched out for each other, and they could see a trace of excitement in each other's eyes.

Although he couldn't go back to the past, and he couldn't fight with life and death like before, he was happy to see Ji Yanlin end up in a tragic situation.

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Kitahara, Kitahara Castle, Akafu.

A grand banquet is underway, and it is the Immortal Banquet held by the Chi family.

Human beings are social animals, whether they are mortals or monks, it seems that it is impossible, and it is very vast for monks to live and practice alone without everyone, and the world is very vast from south to north and from east to west.

Just as the emperor could not govern the whole country alone. A mystical monk can monopolize all the benefits by himself, he must have tentacles and subordinates, and these people will act as his eyes, act as his hands and feet, and manage a huge territory.

And there are three thousand avenues, cultivating immortals and hundreds of arts, not a certain one can sing a one-man show, and can be a plenum. Even if there is a monk with outstanding talents, it is difficult to become an all-rounder, that is, he can practice Dan, he can practice weapons, he also understands formations, he can also know the way of the sword, he can also calculate the way, and he can change the way, and learn everything.

Everything is passable, everything is loose!

Anything can be a little, it is better to put a certain item to the top.

It is a very dangerous thing to leave the social group and be out of touch with the mainstream, and the monks of the Northern Plains also pay attention to interpersonal interactions, but there is a clear difference between the feast of the Northern Plains and the banquet of the Great Jin.

The style here is more rugged, under the starry sky, a large bonfire is lit, several zhang wide and twenty zhang long, and a large black gold shelf is smoked and roasted a huge beast that has been washed and skinned.

Judging from the body shape, it can be seen that it is a tiger demon, the beast meat has been roasted to a brown and oily spray, drop after drop of grease falls in the bonfire, and the rich aroma of meat can be smelled for several miles.

Singing and dancing by the fire bonnet, dancing is also a unique style of Kitahara, a swarthy eldest sister, leading a group of sturdy girls who can wrestle with men with spears, barefoot, bent over, neatly stomping their feet according to a certain pattern.

The movements are fierce, like a military battle array.

The male cultivators of the Northern Plains were not Taoist clothes at this time, but were wearing animal clothes, one by one their bodies were as strong as tigers and leopards, their black hair was scattered, their clothes were open, and they were focused on their heads to the rhythm of the dancing girl's stomping.

Under the reflection of the bonfire, the men's bronzed pectoral muscles beat vigorously one by one.

Daoyi spread from the Great Jin Dynasty to the Northern Plains, and was called the northbound cloth, which was tens of thousands of years ago.

However, the monks of the Northern Plains still retain the tradition of wearing animal clothes at festival feasts, as a reminder of the hard years when their ancient ancestors were ragged and fought between heaven and earth to grab food among wild beasts.

The bonfire feast is also a place for men and women in the northern plains to show their affection, and the male cultivators have blazing eyes, like a hunting beast, and when their eyes sweep over their prey, they deliberately open the beast's clothes that were not buttoned in the first place, shaking the two lumps of chest muscles even more.

Pieces of muscles are shown to the other party, if the other party's gaze does not dodge, those men stand up, tie up the horse, roar to make a straightened waist, crotch action.

God's endowment is the most primitive and important task of each species, which is to reproduce.

Under this primitive instinct, females are instinctively driven to mate with stronger males and produce stronger offspring that allow them to survive in an environment where the jungle is the strongest.

And strong males subconsciously want to mate with more females, sow more seeds, and let their descendants spread out and bloom everywhere.

This is the common denominator of almost all living things in the world, only the strongest monkey king in the monkey group has the right to mate, it sits highest when resting, it is the first to enjoy when there is food, and the imbecile monkey slave has no offspring.

The Terrans also have something in common, that is, the males in the strong forces have more choices, and the females choose the strong and ignore the weak.

It's just that in comparison, the human race has a higher level of intelligence, and it doesn't rely on brute force to fight for mates. or rely on wisdom, or power, or money, or if you like it, you will know the heat and warmth, you will be able to chant poetry and painting, or the country laid down by your parents.

If you have nothing and nothing to grow, you will be like a monkey slave in a group of monkeys, you have to be cautious and sneaky when you eat leftover rice and cold soup, and you can only watch your favorite fairies surrender to the strong, they surrender like a mother monkey to the Monkey King, and they don't care that the Monkey King has a group of concubines.

In the end, it was one side of the water and soil that raised one side of the people, learned the customs here, and went to Dajin to use it, looked at the heart-warming lady of the big family, and then exposed her breasts, and then came to the top of the crotch a few times, so as not to be beaten to death by others, that fortune telling is good.

The human-bear Zheng Tong was shirtless, waving his fist at the giant man-like Chi Wushuang, exposing his chest muscles, and a large piece of black bear hair was beating on it.

Chi Wushuang grabbed a large piece of torn tiger meat in her hand, thick as a fat pig's trotter, opened her big mouth, and bit it down very heroically, the amber oil dripped on the animal skin, chewing the tiger meat, she lifted a large wine jar again, raised her head, and drank it with a bang.

The sprinkle leaked out of the mouth and flowed directly into the half-mouthful of the beast's clothing. Zheng Tong's fiery gaze went from the red Adam's apple to two pairs of oversized watermelon breasts.

"Cool!" Chi Wushuang wiped his mouth. The sound was like thunder, and he shouted: "Good dance, reward you!"

The jar of wine flew out and threw it to the human bear Zheng Tong.

Zheng Tong looked happy and said: "How can there be no meat with wine, beg the eldest lady to reward me with another bite of meat!"

Chi Qinghong frowned slightly, Chi Wushuang has always been above the top, his heart is higher than the sky, and he wants to advance to the source realm to dominate the Northern Plains, and he has always really put someone in his eyes, although the human bear Zheng Tong is extraordinary, he is far from entering her eyes.

"Yes, last time I joked that I couldn't bear the child to trap the wolf, this girl took it seriously, she was demonstrating to me, and she didn't want to be a vase girl who sold hues"

Chi Qinghong looked at her beloved daughter with a smile with relief, her little caution could not deceive the tiger of the Northern Plains at all.

Ling Gaizhi grabbed a piece of palm-sized tiger meat and said, "Yun Daoyou, the customs of the Northern Plains are like this, heroic and unrestrained!"

It can be seen that Ling Gaizhi wants to quickly integrate into the group of monks in the Northern Plains, and try his best to make himself seem to be very heroic, eating meat in large pieces and drinking wine in large bowls, but compared to the local monks, it is still too far behind, and everyone else is tearing off ten catties and eight catties at once, gnawing like a hungry ghost lifting a fetus.

It doesn't matter if it's a greasy face.

He smiled, no wonder I incarnated as a cloud in the middle, the secret technique of Gongzi Ruyu seems to be much less attractive in the Beiyuan nuns, and most of the female nuns here subtly like men who look strong.

He Qi ripped off a small piece of tiger meat the size of his finger very gently, he didn't have the need to pretend to be a local, and he didn't taste it, but put the fragrant tiger meat in front of his nose and sniffed it.

That special fragrance, for a while, I couldn't distinguish what other spiritual food ingredients were put in the roasting.

"Not bad!" He Qi said: "This skill of being a spiritual chef is good, Golden Eye Tiger, the tiger meat originally contained extremely strong yang energy, but as soon as the Golden Eye Tiger died, that yang energy quickly dissipated, and this Golden Eye Tiger can still maintain eight points of yang energy before death, which is very rare!"

After finishing speaking, He rubbed his fingers, and a very small spark incinerated the small piece of tiger meat.

Ling Gaizhi asked in surprise, "Yun Daoyou, don't you want to taste the food?"

He Qi smiled and said, "Yun has hardly eaten since he avoided the valley!"

In the hearty and loud night sky, it was quite deserted, someone laughed in front of him, and a monk of the Changing Dao played up, turned his body into a big black pig, shook his head, hummed a few times, inserted the huge pig's head into the grass, arched forward, ploughed the ground, and set off layers of soil waves.

The eldest sister who led the dance before, with a few sturdy women, rode on the back of a pig.

The group of immortals held by the Chi family, no matter how He Qi looks at it, it looks like a group of demons. This kind of feast is far from unimaginable in Dajin, that one by one Beiyuan monks, with the sprinkling altar to fight together, in Dajin that are like fairies, small cups of slow drinking, the wind is clear and light, and the vertical and horizontal are completed between talking and laughing.

And Beiyuan is not allowed to use the true element of demonic power, and after a fierce pour, they each patted their chest muscles and talked about various important things.

The red lion quietly approached the red green rainbow and whispered softly.

Chi Qinghong smiled mysteriously, held a small cup, and drank it all. It's been almost 600 years in Kitahara, but I still like the habit of small cups.

The closed disciple of the sect, the beloved young grandson of Senior Brother Xiao, hehe, there is a good show to watch, it is best to die after a bite, or lose both.

"This seat is entertaining the distinguished guests of Dajin, and all this has nothing to do with me!"

(End of chapter)