A shocking roar suddenly sounded. Just when the blood evil ancestor was about to succeed, a sudden change occurred in mid-air, as if the sky was torn apart, and a black crack dozens of feet long appeared above everyone's heads. For a moment, the power of heaven and earth was overwhelming.
The pressure came, and the natural force around the crack began to boil and surge.
Everyone was frightened by the power of this crack. Even the Blood Evil Ancestor was afraid to avoid it. In his panic, he ignored the boy and dodged to avoid the crack and flew away.
A figure leisurely stepped out of the black crack, as if the violent surge of the power of heaven and earth around him seemed like drizzle to him.
The visitor was none other than Jiaming, and his magic power had returned to its peak. Before he came, he had cast a spell to make his pupils appear purple again, restoring him to his demonic appearance.
The Blood Evil Ancestor did not retreat. After seeing this person clearly, although he was horrified, he did not dare to say anything. He lurked aside, and in his heart he only asked that the great god who came, no matter who he was, leave quickly!
"Huh?" Jiaming swept his consciousness and found that there were only a group of low-level monks around, and the highest one was only a demon king. "Come here!" He said unceremoniously to the monk with the highest level in the distance.
shouted.
"Yes, yes!" The Blood Evil Ancestor trembled all over, knowing that he would never be able to escape under this level of men, so he could only bite the bullet and go forward to worship.
Everyone else was paralyzed by this scene, and no one dared to say a word. There is no doubt that the person who stepped out of this crack must have a cultivation level above the legendary realm! Monks of this level are rare in the sixth level of the demon world.
See you soon!
"May I ask if you have any advice, senior?" This blood evil ancestor was now extremely respectful. He had collected the blood mist all over his body and revealed his true body. He was an old man who was over sixty years old, with fair hair and a childlike face.
"Where is this place?" Jiaming asked calmly. Although he noticed that the people in front of him seemed to be fighting, he was too lazy to pay attention to anything.
"Senior, this is the northwest wilderness of the sixth level of the Demon Realm." It turned out that he was just passing by. The Blood Evil Ancestor felt relieved and quickly replied, "I don't know where I'm going, senior. I'm willing to help lead you!"
"It doesn't matter, I have my own arrangements." After saying that, Jiaming put his hands behind his back and prepared to leave. Knowing which floor he was on, the rest would be easy to handle.
This Saint, the Blood Evil Patriarch, was almost scared out of his wits. Not only was he like this, but these two words also sounded like a thunderbolt in everyone's ears.
A strong man in the Demonic Saint Realm, half-stepping into the immortal god! Even the ninth level, the largest and most profound level in the Demonic Realm, may not have many such powerful beings, but he actually saw it on the sixth level? Everyone present
They were all dumbfounded.
"Demon Saint Tianzun!" This Holy Son of Bai Ze was actually the first to wake up. When Jiaming was about to leave, he knelt down with a "plop" and said, "Please Heaven Lord, save my Bai Ze clan! This junior is the Holy Son of this clan and is willing to lead this clan."
Serve the Heavenly Lord as your lord, and serve you for generations!" In his opinion, being able to serve the Heavenly Lord of the Demonic Sanctuary as the lord is infinitely better than the calamity of genocide, not to mention that he would fall into the hands of the Blood Evil Ancestor.
His furnace and cauldron are for him to collect and nourish, but he is afraid that he will suffer all the humiliation and die.
"Oh?" Jiaming stopped and glanced at the child. Several other monks from the Baize tribe also immediately reacted and knelt down to pray together.
"Tianzun, don't be angry! This kid dares to delay the Tianzun on his way, and the younger generation will definitely punish him!" Blood Evil Ancestor never expected that this holy son would dare to stop the Tianzun in front of him! He screamed in fright.
Jiaming glanced at everyone indifferently, ignored the blood evil ancestor, and directly spoke to the holy son: "Tell me, tell me, what's going on?"
The Holy Son had a look of surprise on his face. He was originally a dead horse and a living doctor, so he didn't expect much, but he didn't expect that the Heavenly Lord was actually willing to listen to him! The boy immediately spoke and told Jiaming about the Baize clan.
The Baize Saint Clan is originally a small family on the sixth floor. Its strength can only be considered average, and the highest level of cultivation in the family is only at the level of Demon General. However, because there were powerful people in the family in ancient times, they signed a contract with the Baize Saint Beast.
Through the blood contract of the alliance, if there is a disaster of annihilation, the holy beast will come to the rescue. This holy beast is also a strong man equivalent to the level of the Demon Saint Domain, so even though the family's current strength is average, the Baize family is living a stable life.
Son, no one dares to bully you.
The blood contract with the Holy Beast of Baize is the key to the survival of this clan, so the Holy Clan of Baize has a very important inheritance method to inherit the blood contract, which is the inheritance of the Holy Son. Every few hundred years, when the older generation of the Holy Son is enthroned,
An inheritance ceremony will be held. The ceremony is divided into two steps. First, the magic power of the previous Holy Son is passed on to the new Holy Son. This magic power is the key to activating the blood inheritance. Only the inherited magic power can activate the blood contract.
The second step of the ceremony is to pass on the blood contract.
This blood-evil ancestor somehow fell in love with the Baize clan, and spent a lot of money to bribe some elders of the Baize Saint clan. He actually learned all this, and perfectly grasped the opportunity, when the handover ceremony of this year had just completed the magic inheritance.
, he took action to ruin the ceremony and kill the previous Holy Son. Although he was also trapped in the magic circle, the formation set up by the demon general could not defeat him, so the scene just now occurred.
"Collect Yuanyang?" Jiaming looked at the blood evil ancestor with interest.
"This... is caused by the younger generation's skills. I hope the seniors can make it happen!" The Blood Evil Ancestor was uneasy. Does the powerful man of the Demonic Saint Realm really want to condescend to take care of this matter?
In the demon world, monks are always preying on the weak. If they are not as skilled as others, they will be slaughtered by others. This is understandable. There is no reason to explain it. The blood evil ancestor is not afraid of what they say.
"It's interesting. I happen to be short of someone to serve you, so I'll keep you here! But..." Jiajun said calmly, "You're the only one left here."
"Thank you Tianzun for your success, Holy Son, you must remember it! As long as the Holy Son is there, the Holy race will survive!" The boy was still stunned, not understanding what Jiaming meant, but the middle-aged man spoke first. After saying this, he raised his two fingers and raised his four giant swords.
The sword was thrust towards him, and he committed suicide on the spot before anyone could react.
"Uncle!" The boy wailed when he saw this. The other three Baize tribesmen looked at each other without saying a word, and then they showed their magic weapons and committed suicide at the same time. The tragic situation in front of them made the holy son unable to cry.
He knelt on the ground and twitched with his mouth open, tears falling heavily.
When the blood evil ancestor saw this, his face turned pale, and he quickly said: "The Heavenly Lord wants to stay, how dare I disobey, I will leave now!" After saying that, he quickly stepped back, turned around and flew up, not caring about those red-armored monks.
, he ran away first.
Just when he had just flown about a hundred feet away, there was a sudden scream, and his whole body exploded in the air. The blood evil ancestor finally turned into a ball of blood and mud, with no body left. The group of red-armored monks who were still stunned on the ground did not come either.
After reacting, they exploded one by one, and blood mist flew all over the sky.
"This sage told me to leave him alone." Jiaming slowly put down the hand he had just raised.