Farmer: Plant strange fire at the beginning and sell devil fruits.

Chapter 325 Creating a 'Spirit Boy'

Mu Bowen should be the most powerful person in the world. It is not surprising at all that he can grow the dark fruit Meng Xing.

[Dark Fruit: S level]

[Consume spirituality and have the infinite gravity of a black hole. 】

[When using abilities, your hands will turn black and your body will emit black smoke. It can suck in everything that comes into contact with darkness, compress and crush it infinitely. 】

This fruit is not yet ripe.

S-level fruits are indeed a bit more troublesome.

However, Meng Xing needs it to grow quickly.

Meng Xing took a deep breath, his black robe flying again.

In one hand is the immortal fire spell, in the other hand is the green lotus earth core fire.

He is in a hazy state below S level and above A level.

He picked off the [Dark Fruit] and stuffed it into Bai Jue's heart.

"drink!"

"What happened after you were killed by the Xia Kingdom and the Divine Cult?"

Meng Xing continued to ask:

Bai Jue said:
"I didn't die. The president brought me to the Vigil World and restored my life and strength.

Meng Xing tapped Bai Jue's head, and the pain on Bai Jue's face disappeared and became dull again.

The green fruit grew rapidly and after absorbing a lot of spiritual energy, it finally began to mature.

Meng Xing asked:

Meng Xing grabbed Bai Jue's head, and purple curse marks crawled all over Bai Jue's body like insects.

"I...I am a soul boy!"

This is the power of the soul fruit, and Meng Xing is fabricating a memory.

Bai Jue looked at his hands blankly. With his low intelligence, he only knew that he had gained great strength.

Bai Jue said dullly:
"The world's first awakened person, the soul boy."

"who are you?"

Bai Jue's face showed pain:

But this power is not complete.

Because Bai Zetsu did not swallow the Devil Fruit, but only absorbed part of the Devil Fruit's power.

With a muffled cry, the man with the greatest spirituality in the world poured all his spirituality into that [Dark Fruit].

His eyes turned into white snake eyes, entangled with the power of the white python's dark flames.

When the [Darkness Fruit] in its complete state appeared in front of Meng Xing's eyes, a satisfied smile appeared on Meng Xing's lips.

I became a demon hunter.

I have been secretly performing the mission of the president. "

Meng Xing nodded, quite satisfied, and asked again:

"What do you most want to do?"

A flash of hatred flashed in Bai Jue's eyes:
"I want to kill those S-class people in Xia Kingdom, they are the ones who seriously injured me!"

Meng Xing continued to ask:

"What would you do if I arranged for you to perform a mission near Laoye Mountain?"

Bai Jue seemed to be suppressing himself, and his whole body was shaking desperately:
"Laoye Mountain? In the mountain is Qingluo Laosha.

That is the territory of the Hehuan Sect!

Eighty years, eighty years, I live in hatred every day.

When I get there, I will enter a state of obsession, and I will crush the Hehuan Sect!
I want to rub Yang Qingyun's coquettish head clean even to the bones and flesh! "

Meng Xing's smile widened:

"What would you do if someone told me my name?"

Bai Jue's eyes widened, filled with fear:
"I will be scared, I will be scared to death!

They don't understand the horror of the president, they don't understand the great ideal of the president!
I am just an ant next to the president. He can demote me to the Nine Nether at will and make me suffer torture! "

Meng Xing nodded Bai Jue's head again.

Bai Jue fell asleep immediately.

This White Zetsu has only one day to live, so White Zetsu can't waste time.

. . . . . .

A week has passed quickly, and today there is force outside the security management building.

The surrounding blocks are all under security control and no vehicles or pedestrians are allowed to pass. At the outermost edge, the vehicles of the Public Security Bureau always flashed their security lights, and the police officers were in standby. Even the director of the Security Bureau of the Imperial Capital personally took command.

He knew that today there would be a group of big shots gathered in the security management building who could make Xia Guo tremble by just stamping their feet!

. . . . . .

The conference hall is very spacious and luxurious. I would never have imagined that the poor Security Bureau would have such a place.

The chandelier is made of pure colored glass, and the chairs all have silent massage.

The style of the main conference room is black and white, with portraits of some powerful old men hanging on the walls, giving it a sense of solemnity and solemnity.

A strong breath came from the participants.

Those people can only sit on the periphery.

They also knew very well what their purpose was. They came because of threats from the Security Administration.

If they didn't attend the meeting and reassure the SA, they would be dead the next day.

Although they are A-level, they seem to be superior, but in fact they are nothing compared to those in the front row.

This year's conference struck some reclusive people as strange;
Because there are usually three parts of seats in the front row, which are the three holy places.

There are actually four sections of seats this year. Could it be that a new holy place has been born?

Some people who are active in the secular world know that the fourth section of seats belongs to the Hunter Guild.

The fourth holy land, the Hunters Guild!

only. . . . . The Hunter Guild caused so much trouble some time ago and killed so many leaders of the Public Security Bureau. Is it really okay?
Will the Security Administration make a fuss about the Hunters Guild at this meeting?
They dare not discuss it, and they want to remain absolutely quiet.

People from the three holy places gradually entered the venue.

The Sword Master of Xianshan did not attend the meeting in person because he wanted to guard Long Live Our Emperor. Instead, he sent an elder from the sect to accompany his disciple Dashan to the meeting.

A group of people in red robes surrounded a girl in red robes and entered the venue.

Many people are well aware of what happened to the Moon Worshiping Sect. The girl in red robe personally admitted that Mu Bowen of the Moon Worshiping Sect died at the hands of a traitor from the Hunter Guild.

A fragrant wind blows over, making people confused and confused.

Three beauties each with their own merits walked into the venue.

A mature and sexy royal sister, a young and beautiful girl, and a sexy woman who is mature to the core.

These three are Yang Qingyun, the leader of the Hehuan Sect.

The great disciple of Hehuan Sect, Jiang Xinru.

The great elder of Hehuan Sect, Liu Yanyan.

Zhang Laodao, Director of the Safety Management Bureau, walked to the podium wearing a yellow robe.

Only the first awakened person in the Xia Kingdom could preside over the Xia'an Conference, and only he could command the crowd of heroes.

After the old Taoist priest walked to the podium, he said nothing. The old Taoist priest closed his eyes and rested on the ground.

Everyone knows that they are waiting for the Fourth Holy Land, the Hunters Guild, to enter.

Liu Yanyan frowned and said with dissatisfaction:
"The Hunter's Guild is so grand, so many people are just waiting for him?"

Yang Qingyun said nothing, Jiang Xinru whispered:
"Aunt Yan, please wait a little longer. It's better not to say bad things about the Hunter Guild."

Liu Yanyan rolled her eyes at Jiang Xinru:
"No matter how big or small, is the Hunter Guild really that awesome? Even if you complain, can they still hear you?"

At this moment, under the shocked eyes of everyone, a dark door opened out of thin air!
Three figures walked out slowly.

The white-haired man at the head wore a Weeping Ghost King mask and a black robe.

Of the two people behind him, one was wearing a white fox mask, a valuable white shirt and tight business pants, showing off his beautiful figure to the fullest.

The other one was wearing a ghost mask, and his whole person was wrapped tightly in black clothes.

"coming."

Everyone secretly thought, secretly looking at the three of them.

The leader is the rumored president, right?

The old Taoist priest Meng Xingchong nodded slightly and sat down.

Sumanman and Huang Jie were standing behind Meng Xing.

Huang Jie said in a low voice:
"The meeting can begin."

These words crossed the line and took the spotlight, and everyone secretly said something crazy.

But none of those in the front row showed dissatisfaction.

Those who have awakened their spatial abilities are as powerful as S-level!
The old Taoist priest smiled slightly:
"The 84th Cheyenne Conference begins."

. . . . .

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(End of this chapter)