Chapter 737: Heavenly Pillar Meeting

"Bloodthirst"

"Shakti"

Seeing the middle-aged man in the big red robe, like a groom official, Emperor Shakti immediately stood up and said in a deep voice. Opposite its head-on. He began to carefully examine the blood devouring on the other side.

A big red robe was worn on his body, so that the breath it exuded was filled with a rich murderous aura, the breeze blew, as if the blood waves were rolling, and the gaze emanating from his eyes was unusually sharp, and he was looked at at it, as if he had the illusion of being pierced. Makes the skin sore. If the mind is a little worse, you can't even lift your head in front of it. The heart is cold, and the combat power is out of ten, and even three percent can't play it.

I couldn't help but secretly admire in my heart: what a peerless general.

With just one glance, Emperor Shakti could see that the blood devouring in front of him was definitely not a hero, because he didn't have the kind of domineering spirit in his heart at all. Some of them are a kind of killing intent and war intent to kill the world. Such a temperament is only suitable for being a peerless general, not an immortal hero.

"You may be seated"

Shakti stretched out his hand to the Blooddevouring and beckoned him to sit down across from him.

Blooddevouring sat down, and he also had a trace of impression in his heart of Emperor Shakti, with a majestic body that was not angry and self-assured, with a flat expression on his face, and there seemed to be two deep vortices in his eyes. There are endless secrets hidden. But I couldn't see any mystery, and I couldn't help but draw an impression in my heart: unfathomable

"This wine is a three-thousand-year-old monkey wine, the wine is pure, in other places, it can not be drunk, the blood devouring brother is not as good as tasting one or two, this plate of real dragon soup, in the land of exile, although the cooking technique is not top, but this real dragon soup, here, presumably this is the only one. Please" Emperor Shakti smiled indifferently and talked about it, signaling for the blood to be tasted.

The blood devouring was not pretentious, picked up the ivory chopsticks in front of him, stretched out to the real dragon soup, and clamped it to the location where the real dragon reverse scales were, and a piece of fresh and tender real dragon meat was clamped. Smelling the strange fragrance, he couldn't help but move his index finger, picked up the wine glass with his left hand, and looked at the amber-like spirit wine in the glass.

While secretly being slightly surprised by Emperor Shakti's generosity, he was unceremonious in his mouth, taking a bite of dragon meat and a glass of spiritual wine, and swallowing it directly.

And after drinking the spirit wine, the blood-devouring eyes slowly closed.

Regarding the situation of blood devouring, Emperor Shakti just smiled indifferently, took a glass of spirit wine to himself, and tasted it slowly, while tasting it, his eyes fell on the face of blood devouring without a trace.

It's also strange to say, after this piece of dragon meat, after a glass of wine.

The blood devouring seemed to fall into a mysterious state, his eyes were closed, and slowly, on his face, a faint expression began to change. It's as if you're already in a dream.

The look on his face is surprise at one time, intoxication at one time, affectionate at one time, nostalgia at one time, and almost all the flavors of life can be seen on his face.

Shakti just smiled as if he had gained something.

Quietly waiting.

In the blink of an eye, a quarter of an hour passed quietly.

"Whew"

Blood Devouring slowly opened his eyes, in his eyes, still with a touch of deep nostalgia, without hesitation in his hand, with a thunderous momentum stretched out to the real dragon soup, a chopstick caught a large piece of dragon meat, sent it into the mouth, didn't even need to chew, swallowed it directly into the stomach, and then, closed his eyes, as if he wanted to immerse himself in the previous dream again.

But in the blink of an eye, it opened up again.

His eyes looked at Emperor Shakti with a hint of fierceness, and he asked, "What kind of dragon meat is this?"

"The tree of reincarnation of the Holy Spirit hangs on the true fruit, a dream and a reincarnation. It seems that Brother Blooddevouring should have realized something just now. Emperor Shakti smiled indifferently and raised his glass to the blood devourer.

"Reincarnation Holy Spirit Tree, no wonder ......" The moment he heard this, his pupils involuntarily dilated violently, and his face was suddenly shocked, and he had obviously heard of the Reincarnation Holy Spirit Tree.

Emperor Shakti put down the wine glass, looked at the Blood Devourer, his face was full, revealing a cautious look, his eyes shimmered, and said: "I have tasted the wine, tasted the delicacies, speaking of which, the younger brother also lived in the Baiyue tribe, but unfortunately, I was not fortunate to meet the Blood Devouring Brother at that time. But the name of Brother Bloody Devourer is like thunder, and Brother Bloody Devouring can support a living space for my demon clan in this place of exile, this merit really makes me admire. This cup, to you. ”

Refill the wine, raise a glass to it, and drink it all.

The blood devouring also drank with it

"I am a demon clan, no matter how high my cultivation is, this will never change, and within my ability, I can only protect one side. Blood's gaze became extremely sharp, and it fell directly on Emperor Shakti's face, naturally revealing a kind of momentum, and said in a deep voice: "I know very well that I am not a good leader, and I don't have the aura of a domineering party, but even if you call yourself the Demon Emperor, if you don't have the ability, you don't want me to hand over the 100,000 lives of the Baiyue tribe to you." ”

In his words, he has bluntly pointed out the true purpose of the Tianzhu Mountain meeting of Emperor Shakti. He even made no secret of it, if you don't have the ability, then don't fight the idea of the Baiyue tribe. On the contrary, there is also a kind in the words, if your ability can be recognized by me, then it is not impossible to entrust the Baiyue tribe to him.

He doesn't have that kind of power himself**.

Emperor Shakti didn't panic at all because of this, and he seemed to be unmoved by the oncoming fierce momentum, as if he was ignoring it, he cared about the Baiyue tribe without pretending, but what he valued more was the blood devouring itself.

Picking up the wine glass, with an unfathomable look, he didn't say anything about the affairs of the Baiyue tribe, but directly changed the topic, as if inadvertently: "I heard that Brother Blood Devouring has a wife named Lingzhi. ”

"Yes" Blooddevour, although he was a little surprised, Emperor Shakti did not discuss the affairs of the tribe with him as he imagined, but instead asked about his own family affairs. frowned slightly, but between the eyebrows, a look of remembrance flashed.

"I heard that Lingzhi suffered a heavy blow in a fierce battle with the Demon Capital that year, and finally fell. For this reason, the Blood Devouring Brother is almost insane. Shakti spat out a word again.

"Not bad" Blood Devouring couldn't grasp the Emperor's intentions, and he couldn't help but feel a little unhappy in his heart when he suddenly mentioned Lingzhi. When it comes to Ganoderma lucidum, it is no less than revealing his scars.

"I heard that Brother Blooddevouring has been looking for a way to create a Nine Shadows Heavenly Coffin that can gather yin and condense the soul for your lady, so as to make Lingzhi reborn and rejuvenate her soul again. Emperor Shakti was unhurried, as if he didn't seem to see the blood devourer's increasingly gloomy face, and said indifferently.

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

Blood Devourer took a deep breath, two stunning rays of light burst out of his eyes, and said in a deep voice. Although he was a little annoyed in his heart, he did not lose his bearings, and as the emperor of Shakti, it was impossible for him to come specifically to expose his scars. I am afraid that there is a deep meaning in the words that I said.

"In contrast, Brother Blooddevouring has searched for various methods in the Exiled Land, but they can't really restore the soul of Lingzhi. However, if others can't do it, I don't necessarily have it. Shakti seemed to spit out a sentence casually.

"What?"

The essence light in the blood devouring eyes directly burst out several feet away, and the whole body stood up from the stool violently. His eyes were fixed on Emperor Shakti's face, and he said excitedly, "Do you have a way to save Lingzhi?" Although he tried his best to suppress it, he still couldn't hide the trembling in his voice.

"I have an altar of blood to summon the return of heroic spirits. Seeing that the blood devouring was so excited, the emperor already had no less than ninety percent certainty in his heart. As long as there are flaws, it is not a seamless egg.

"I have a spirit wine, a soul wine, that can regenerate the soul of the remnant. ”

"I have soul nourishing wine, which can nourish the broken soul and heal it. ”

"I know the method of refining the soul flag, the spirit flag is refined, and when you wave it, you can perform the secret art of soul summoning and gather the remnant souls scattered between heaven and earth. ”

Emperor Shakti spat out one sentence after another, like a giant hammer, directly hitting the heart of the blood devourer, and at the same time, the light in his hand flashed, and a jade Dionysian treasure appeared in his hand, throwing it towards the blood devourer without hesitation.

The blood devourer took it, opened it quickly, and suddenly, among the one hundred and eight kinds of wine recipes on the Bacchus Treasure Book, he really saw several kinds of spirit wine mentioned in the mouth of Emperor Shakti. Moreover, among them, the soul wine is a spirit wine in the heavenly rank. When brewed, it is a treasure. There is a description of the spirit wine on it, and it is exactly the same as what was said before. There is no exaggeration, there is really a magical power to resurrect the soul.

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Blooddevouring closed the treasure, took a deep breath, looked at Emperor Shakti without hesitation, and said cautiously: "As long as you can save Lingzhi, I can promise you anything, even if it is for me to die, I will not frown." Save Lingzhi, my bloody life is yours. ”

You can't even want your own life, it can be seen that its deep love for Lingzhi has reached a situation that ordinary people can't imagine, this is a kind of love that can sacrifice your life for the other party.

Beneath the outside of its killing, there is also a fiery heart that ordinary people can't match

"Follow me, and jointly create the prosperous chapter of my demon clan" Emperor Shakti stood up, stretched out his right hand, and held it in front of him.

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With a wave of his hand, he clapped his hands heavily with Emperor Shakti.

"Okay, I'm going to see Lingzhi come back to life first. If you can fulfill your promise, then we husband and wife will swear allegiance to you to the death. Help you create a prosperous era of demons. Blooddevouring said cautiously. Every word, every sentence, carries a strange firmness.

With that, he turned and left.

Seeing the blood devouring disappear, Emperor Shakti stood in the pavilion, looked up at the void, his face showed a strong confidence, and suddenly said, "Rat Big"

Click

As the voice fell, a hole suddenly cracked in the ground outside the pavilion, and the rat quickly rushed out of the ground, stood respectfully outside, and responded: "The subordinates are here." ”

"Immediately begin searching for the Revenant Grass throughout the Exiled Lands, and find out where the Revenant Grass is located in the shortest possible time. Even if you can't pick it, you have to report it immediately. ”

[Khan, there was a problem with the network today, and I haven't been able to log in.] I had no choice but to run an Internet café. ]