Master’s plan to revitalize the beautiful girl demon cult

It's just that they want to kill the current enemy more than this bud.

After they became monks in the combined stage, the desire in their hearts to move towards the Mahayana stage continued to expand.

There is no need to comprehend the heaven and earth, no need to breathe in and out day and night.

Being able to break through to the Mahayana stage just by killing people is simply a dream.

Even if you are not a demon cultivator, you will still find it difficult to extricate yourself.

The melee between the four monks gradually began to affect other people around them.

They seemed to be so jealous that they didn't care whether they were from their own sect or not.

And in their fight, one of them survived and became the winner.

"I am the final winner!" The demonic cultivator with horns stepped on the three corpses and screamed in the sky.

Even though his arm was cut off, he was still excited.

Now no one on this plain is his opponent, he is invincible.

Unfortunately, after killing these three enemies, the spiritual energy was not enough for him to break through to the Mahayana stage.

But this was within his expectation. If you want to break through to the Mahayana stage, you will definitely need countless spiritual energy.

His bloodshot eyes stared at the little monks running away in embarrassment, and he couldn't help but grin.

Aren't these little monks his aura?If these three integration periods are not enough, then use other people's aura.

In this secret realm, killing people can increase spiritual energy, which is not too refreshing.

If the inheritance of the Blood Slaughter God has a similar effect, his life will be quite comfortable in the future.

He suddenly grabbed forward and caught a person who was trying to escape from the air.

The demon cultivator didn't even exert much force, and the person caught turned into blood mist.

"It's really hard to fight." The demon cultivator laughed contemptuously, "Is this the foundation building stage? It's too weak."

Then he used the same method to kill the weak monks around him.

Suddenly, a thick smell of blood filled the air, making people sick.

But this smell is extremely sweet to this demonic cultivator.

Fortunately, his mind has not been completely dominated by killing, and his eyes have not left this huge bud since just now.

Just like everyone else, he felt that the bud contained all the secrets of the Blood Slaughter God.

He will not let other miscellaneous fish take advantage of him. As long as anyone dares to come close, he will kill them instantly.

He doesn't care about identity at all now.

upright?Demonic Cult?It doesn't matter!The monk in his integration stage is the master here, and his consciousness is superior to these ant-like monks.

Suddenly, there was a sound of flapping wings.

The horned demon cultivator suddenly raised his head, his face filled with ecstasy.

After waiting for so long, he finally saw the bud bloom.

The buds bloom very slowly, and each petal is struggling to open outward.

The feathers that were originally attached to the flower buds fell to the ground like fallen leaves as the buds bloomed.

It rained in this secret realm, and there was a rain of feathers.

Some people subconsciously caught a feather, and were shocked to find that the feather was stained with blood from someone unknown.

The gaps between the petals of the buds gradually widened, and a large amount of red liquid flowed from them.

"Blood?" The demon cultivator in this combined stage muttered.

He was very familiar with this red liquid.

But why does blood flow from a bud?

And the blood flowed more and more, spreading to the entire plain.

The demon cultivator looked at the torrent of blood flowing out of the huge flower like a river in confusion.

He flew into the air and looked at the river of blood emerging from the flower.

"The Blood Slaughter God was transformed into an immortal on the Blood River. Could this be the Blood River?" The demon cultivator couldn't help but think this way.

If this is the case, we can be more certain that this flower has a huge connection with inheritance.

He stared at the huge bud, waiting for it to fully bloom.

Finally, he waited until the bud fully bloomed.

Each petal made up of a large number of feathers lay heavily on the ground, letting the blood around it dye itself red.

The position of the stamen is a skeleton.

The bones were soaked in the river of blood and looked particularly oozing.

Moreover, the skeleton was not big, just the size of a normal human being, and it looked out of place compared to the flower.

This eye-catching scene did not frighten the demon cultivator. On the contrary, he was very excited now.

"Sure enough, this is the inheritance!! These bones are the bones of the Blood Slaughter God!!!" The demon cultivator laughed.

"God of Blood Slaughter!!! I am your successor!!" He looked at the skeleton and said, "Leave your inheritance to me!!"

He waited expectantly for the Blood Slaughter God's answer.

After all, people in the secret realm have basically heard the voice of the Blood Slaughter God, and everyone assumes that the Blood Slaughter God is still alive.

Then, this skeleton so abrupt in the blood river is probably the true body of the Blood Slaughter God.

"What's your response? Blood Slaughter God, don't you want to hand over your inheritance to me?" The demon cultivator frowned.

The skeleton among the flowers was motionless, making him look like a clown.

He clenched his fists in annoyance, "Where is the inheritance!?"

Unfortunately, no one answered his question.

His murderous intent was so overwhelming that everyone on the plain trembled with fear.

The monks in the combined stage are indeed invincible here.

Even the monsters that survived in the secret realm have not yet reached the integration stage.

However, these monsters all know how much moisture there is in this integration period, so they are afraid of it, but they don't feel that they have no chance to fight to the death.

They are running away now not because of this demonic cultivator, but because of the skeletons quietly soaking in the river of blood.

"It looks like you need me to wake you up." Mo Xiu's voice became colder.

He gathered the spiritual energy around him in his hands, his eyes extremely cold.

A red and black spherical object condensed in his hand, and just by looking at it from a distance, he could feel the power inside.

The demonic cultivator grinned and threw it into the flowers.

If there is no reaction from the Blood Slaughter God, then he will completely destroy the flower.

However, the picture he imagined did not appear.

The red and black energy ball dissipated in mid-air and could not touch the flower's body at all.

"Sure enough, you are awake!" The demon cultivator was overjoyed.

But before he was excited enough, he felt weak.

At the same time, the skeleton soaked in the blood river slowly raised its head, as if looking at him.

Chapter 583: Chapter 94 No longer a human being

The moment the bones soaked in the river of blood started to move, the demon cultivator who had been laughing wildly in mid-air immediately stopped laughing.

The skeleton has no eyes, but he has the illusion that he is being stared at.

And from just now, he felt a sense of disobedience.

He began to become weak for no apparent reason, but no one around him took action against him.

The only possibility is the skeleton.

He was about to test the bones that should be the Blood Slaughter God, but he suddenly found that his only remaining arm was turning into countless feathers.

"What is this!!?" He wanted to stop the feathering of his arms.

However, just because he thought it didn't mean he knew what to do.

He knows nothing about the Dao, and his cultivation at this integration stage is really mixed with too much water.

At the same time, a large number of feathers appeared on the skeleton, just like the feathers of a fledgling.

From the bones, a voice came, "It's time to give it back to me."

"Give it back to you?" The demon cultivator was startled, obviously not understanding what this sentence meant.

In his opinion, these auras are his things and are not given to him by anyone.

Every piece of spiritual energy was obtained by him fighting for it, so why would he give it back?

However, the demon cultivator realized that the Blood Slaughter God wanted to kill him, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink, "Then I will accompany him to the end!"

He believed that he, a monk in the integration stage, no matter how bad he was, should not be defeated by such a guy who only had bones left.

If the Blood Slaughter God wanted to kill him, he would kill the Blood Slaughter God before that happened.

He started to rush towards the skeleton, wanting to use his best physical skills to crush this strange skeleton.

However, every inch he moved forward, one more area of ​​his body turned into feathers.

By the time he wanted to stop, it was too late.

He looked down at the empty space below his shoulders, and finally a trace of fear appeared on his face.

And the bones in the river of blood have been covered with "new clothes".

A handsome man who looked about 30 years old stood up slowly from the river of blood.

Blood flowed from his body and turned into a scarlet robe.

The end of the man's black hair that reached his waist floated on the river of blood.

This man is the Blood Slaughter God, but unfortunately no one in the secret realm recognizes him.

Most of the people who can recognize him are old monsters who have lived in the world of cultivation for countless years.

That kind of old monster has no interest in coming to this small secret place - this is also the place that the Blood Slaughter God had planned from the beginning.

If an old monster interferes, his resurrection plan will be impossible to implement.

"The harvest this time is good." The Blood Slaughter God looked at his living body with satisfaction.

Several times before, his body had not been able to recover to this extent.

The terrible evil of Heaven's evil was beyond his imagination.

The blood-slaying god who was in the Mahayana stage at that time was full of expectations and wanted to become an immortal.

However, he never thought that this feathering would actually turn into feathers.

And he could not see the appearance of immortals at all in that supreme avenue.

There is only chaos and filthy malice in the avenue.

That was the malice that made even him tremble, even though he had to kill to prove his truth.

If you want to become a god, you must first integrate into the Great Dao and understand everything in the Dao of Heaven.

All of this naturally includes pure malice.

The Blood Slaughter God did not become an immortal in the end. On the contrary, he died.

It's just that the distorted phenomenon prevented him from completely falling, leaving him with a chance of resurrection.

And it was that experience that made the Blood Slaughter God understand that the limit of human beings is the "Mahayana period."