The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

Slowly, the blood demon's voice became smaller and smaller.

Yan Chichun's hands moved rapidly, drawing complex trajectories in the air.

Using some of the methods mastered in the previous life, he planted an imperceptible soul imprint on the blood demon's soul.

Regarding the inscriptions on the "Blood Sea Monument", especially the part about the "Blood Demon Ancestor".

Yan Chichun knew it very well, and his understanding was even greater than that of Diu Qianchou.

Before Yan Chichun was reborn, the Blood Demon Ancestor did return from the sea of ​​blood and reappeared in the world.

But it did not take charge of the blood alliance and massacre people in all directions as predicted on the monument.

How to say it specifically.

If it weren’t for the Blood Demon Ancestor who insisted on interfering in Yan Chichun’s path of revenge.

Yan Chichun would not use his trump card in the end and would destroy the Blood Demon Ancestor completely.

However, that earth-shaking battle also left Yan Chichun seriously injured. He secluded himself from the world for nearly ten years to recuperate before reappearing in public.

But it was this crucial battle that enabled Yan Chichun to completely gain a foothold in the Blood Alliance and become a true giant of the magic world that was feared by the five regions.

"I hope it will go as expected and won't take too much effort on my part."

With the injection of the last bit of spiritual energy.

Yan Chichun slowly finished his training and closed his eyes to perceive.

Sink into a meditative state to confirm whether the mark just planted is stable and correct.

She carefully sensed the changes in the blood demon's soul, not missing any slight fluctuation.

Make sure that this mark is like spider silk, deeply integrated into it and not easily touched by external forces.

"You, what did you do to me..."

The blood demon's voice was extremely weak, and it intuitively felt that Yan Chichun had tampered with its soul.

But after self-examination, there was no clue.

It doesn't feel that.

This crazy woman extracted its soul just to carry out a cruel and inhumane torture.

After such a long period of decomposition and reassembly, the other party must have left something on it!

"Want to know?" Yan Chichun smiled sweetly, showing her beautiful and charming side.

But in the eyes of the blood demon, this smile was like an evil ghost crawling out of the abyss, making the demon's soul tremble.

Now, the blood demon no longer cares about life or death. It just wants to end it all quickly so that it can sleep forever.

Completely put an end to this fucking monster life.

When he was in the ruined temple, Di Qianchou actually had similar thoughts...

"Nonsense! Even if I die, I have to die knowingly, right?"

The blood demon complained weakly.

Die Qianchou and Shanzhu secretly gave the Blood Demon a thumbs up, thinking that this guy was really brave. He even dared to speak to an adult in such a tone. Was he really "a newborn monster is not afraid of a swallow" or was he just too young?

"Okay, it's okay to tell you."

There was a hint of smile on Yan Chichun's lips.

She stretched out her slender white jade finger and lightly touched the blood demon's soul, which was bloated like a ball of liquid.

The latter closed his eyes peacefully after a while.

Falling into a deep sleep...

"Now, you are my demon."

"See you next time, don't let me down."

After doing this, Yan Chichun stuffed the blood demon's soul back into the original blood mist.

She subconsciously turned her head and looked at Diu Qianchou, who was clinging tightly to the wild boar and was horrified.

After a little hesitation, I decided to let these two poor guys go this time.

After a moment, Yan Chichun used the Blood Evil Heavenly Demon Art, and merged the blood evil energy that fed back to the magic art into the original blood mist, speeding up the blood demon's recovery.

When she felt it was almost time, she stopped her magic and threw a fully formed human head to Die Qianchou.

Die Qianchou hurriedly caught Mo Xingren's head.

He was very envious of Yan Chichun, who could stop his magic at any time. He remembered that this gentleman had said that he would help him become stronger...

"Take this little demon back and place it on the scorched earth where you fought during the day."

Yan Chichun did not explain why, and Di Qianchou did not dare to ask any more questions.

He just had to do whatever orders he was given... unless he wanted to die.

"Sir." Die Qianchou hesitated for a moment and said tentatively, "In my body..."

"I know what you want to ask." Yan Chichun closed his eyes and said nonchalantly, "You can achieve what you have today, thanks to the help of the Blood Evil Heavenly Demon Art. In other words, you rely too much on this magic art."

"If I stop your magic now, without a replacement, it won't be long before your cultivation level drops back to the third realm or lower, and you'll have to start training all over again."

She narrowed her eyes slightly, glanced at the hesitant Di Qianchou, and said in an indifferent and cold tone:

"I don't have that much time to give you. Breaking through to the Other Shore Realm is the final test I give you."

"By then, everything you have ever dreamed of will be within your reach."

"Hmm?"

The wild boar nudged Die Qianchou, who was in deep thought, with its nose.

"That spiritual practitioner?"

Die Qianchou asked cautiously.

According to his current thinking, if he could capture the spiritual practitioner, without endangering his life, he should have a chance to ascend to the other side by crossing the Divine Bridge.

"I advise you not to harbor any illusions about her." Yan Chichun looked up at the stars without turning his head. "Otherwise, even I can't protect you."

"Okay..." Die Qianchou carried the head, bowed and prepared to leave.

"and many more."

"Sir, do you have any further instructions?"

Yan Chichun took a deep breath, jumped down from the big banyan tree, and sighed softly, "Come here."

Die Qianchou and the wild boar looked at each other.

The wild boar raised its hoof and rubbed his pants, gave him a look that told him to take care of himself, and quietly retreated to the back.

"Um, little piggy... come over here too."

The wild boar seemed to be struck by lightning and froze in place. It shook its head and groaned, refusing to get close to Yan Chichun at all.

"You saw what happened to this guy."

Die Qianchou patted the wild boar's round head and said with sympathy:

"Don't worry, I carry cumin with me. Even if I die, I will let you leave with a fragrant smell."

"Hmph!!!"

Yan Chichun's face was filled with black lines. How did these two guys communicate?

The wild boar followed Die Qianchou reluctantly.

Come closer together.

Yan Chichun first tapped the wild boar's head with his finger and said, "When one person does something, it's inevitable that he will make mistakes."

"You are spiritually strong. I will give you this opportunity. From now on... you will assist him."

Then Yan Chichun asked Die Qianchou to sit on the ground and said lightly: "Your face is really not decent."

"Although I can't restore you to your original state, I can try my best to cover up the flaws."

She slowly opened her five fingers, and tiny silk threads were wrapped around them.

"Close your eyes, it will be over soon."

Die Qianchou closed his eyes honestly.

However, his heart was in turmoil. If he guessed correctly, Yan Chichun would most likely use the unique skill of the Sky Spider Hall - the Centipede Silk Hand!