After the four warriors left the Wanguju Hall, Ming Haotian was still sitting at the top, lowering his eyebrows in deep thought.
"These two things can never be done by the same person. He has not attained the Great Dao, so there is no way he has the magical power to transform into a god. Is there anyone in the Immortal and Demon Continent who has also learned the bloodthirsty method?"
Ming Haotian's murmur reached Situ Hao's ears, and his mind was moved, and he immediately thought a lot.
The reason why I learned this extremely evil and bloodthirsty method was because I relied on Gongsun Ruolin. If there is really another person who is killing people with the bloodthirsty method, this person must be Gongsun Ruolin.
Could it be that Gongsun Ruolin is from the northwest frontier?
Ming Haotian's murmurs fell, the hall became calm again, and he fell into deep thought.
Situ Hao also fell into deep thought at this time.
"Nearly a month has passed since his last appearance. Has he really fallen into the hands of others? Or has he been killed?"
The murmurings started again, and Situ Hao could hear endless depression and sadness in his own words.
Situ Hao looked up and realized that the old man who was originally sitting upright was now slumped on the chair above him and no longer had any heroic spirit.
At this time, he was more like an old man next door who was in frail health.
"It seems that the leader of the Burning Immortal Sect has already understood that the technique I used to drain people's blood is a bloodthirsty technique. At this time, he thought that I might have been caught or killed, and he had no chance to learn from me.
This kind of expression can only be seen after obtaining the bloodthirsty magic here. In the Fairy and Demon Continent, the pursuit of secrets of skills has really reached a crazy level."
Situ Hao looked at the old man's extremely gloomy expression, and while he was thinking secretly in his heart, he actually felt that the dignified leader of the Burning Immortal Sect in front of him was so pitiful.
According to common sense, if Ming Haotian can become the leader of the largest sect in the Demonic Way, his own martial arts has definitely reached a high level, so why does he still value the bloodthirsty magic so much?
Looking at his appearance, his hair is white, his expression is full of vicissitudes of life, and he is extremely depressed. Could it be that he has encountered a bottleneck in his training and cannot practice martial arts to become a demon and enter the realm of immortality?
In this case, it is understandable that he wants to possess the bloodthirsty magic.
"Oh, I really hope nothing happens to you." Ming Haotian sighed with great desolation and said in a tone of great hope.
"A set of bloodthirsty magic won't turn a generation of demonic heroes into this, right?" Situ Hao became even more confused.
"Compared to your pedantic father, you are hundreds and thousands of times better than him... Sigh..." After muttering to himself, Ming Haotian let out another long sigh.
Ming Haotian's behavior became increasingly difficult for Situ Hao to understand.
Pedantic dad?
This is obviously talking about his father.
What on earth did he do that could make a giant demon lord speak so highly of him?
Moreover, this was not the first time he heard someone commenting on his father like this.
Not only that, the people who commented on his father in this way were all from the Burning Immortal Sect.
What is the connection between father and the Burning Immortal Sect?
Just when these doubts flashed through Situ Hao's mind, Ming Haotian stood up and walked towards the door.
When he came to the white cat transformed by Situ Hao, he actually stopped and stared at the white cat with a pair of dull eyes: "Oh, being a cat is better than being a human!"
With a sigh, Ming Haotian turned around and walked out of the hall.
Situ Hao looked at Ming Haotian's back. The moment he walked out of the hall, his waist and liver straightened up. In an instant, he became the heroic demon lord again.