"Night burial, you can convict!" Bai Xiaochun had just finished speaking, and a cold hum came from the Song family ancestor on the stone platform. The sound of words exploded like a sky thunder, echoing the cave, making Bai Xiaochun's mind roar and deafening.
The cultivation base in the body was trembling, as if to be shattered by the sound, Bai Xiaochun's face was pale, and he felt that the ancestor of the Song family at this moment seemed to have turned into a sea of anger, and he was a lone boat in the sea of anger, at any time. Overwhelmed by destruction.
He almost couldn't hold back, he wanted to use his thoughts to suppress the opponent's cultivation level. Fortunately, this impulse was suppressed. Thinking of Song Junwan's words before, Bai Xiaochun couldn't tell whether it was true or false. He could recall the bit by bit with the other party, and Bai Xiaochun gritted his teeth. , Under the majesty of the ancestor of the Song family, he forcibly raised his head and looked directly at the ancestor of the Song family.
"What's the crime of night burial!" Bai Xiaochun said word by word, revealing a sense of iron and coldness, and the blood on his body was even more released, and even his voice became cold.
"Centre blood sons can only be produced between Song Junwan and Du Xuemei, no matter what the accident, other people become blood sons, they must return their identities!"
"You have obtained an identity that shouldn't belong to you. If the old man wants to take it back, you can be convinced." Song Family Patriarch said lightly.
"My night burial is even more loyal to the sect, and I have made countless contributions. If I can't get the identity of a bloody son, I won't get it. If I get it, the ancestors will accept it. I can't resist the night burial, but I... Dissatisfied!" Bai Xiaochun was nervous, but saw some clues. If the other party really wants to take away his blood status, he doesn't need to talk so much nonsense, just kill him.
But now that I have said so much, it is obvious that this Song family ancestor is not trying to take away his identity, and the most important thing, the identity of the blood, is probably not so easy to take away, even if I die and want to be born. The next blood, I am afraid that it will not be possible in a short time.
Otherwise, it is impossible for Zhongfeng to have no blood in these years.
Thinking of this, Bai Xiaochun appeared more determined on the surface.
The ancestor of the Song family glanced at Bai Xiaochun and snorted coldly.
"That girl, Jun Wan, knows the old man's preferences and has taught you a lot of things."
Bai Xiaochun blinked without saying a word.
"Night burial, you are willing to worship the old man as your adoptive father and become my adoptive son!" The ancestor of the Song family flicked his sleeve and stood up from the stone platform.
Bai Xiaochun was shocked by the direct words of the Song family ancestor. When he raised his head, he looked at the Song family ancestor. Although there is a huge difference in cultivation and age between the two, Bai Xiaochun still sees the Song family ancestor. When I said this, I didn't have any malice, but I really valued myself.
His heart was suddenly moved and complicated. After a moment of silence, he held his fist and bowed deeply to the ancestor of the Song family.
"Meet the foster father at night funeral!"
The ancestor of the Song family’s original serious face showed a slight smile at this moment, and there was an appreciation that Bai Xiaochun could not see in his eyes. In fact, it was not particularly important to him who became a blood son. The important thing is... The Song family is close, and it must have its own backbone.
The blood son, that is the facade of the Blood Stream Sect, mastering the power of one peak is the generation who will play an extremely important role in the future war. Such people are what the Blood Stream Sect needs.
And here in the night burial, he had paid attention to it a long time ago, whether it was xinxing or means, it satisfied him, especially the Dan Dao, it was amazing, and he admired it very much.
The only dissatisfaction with him is that the foundation of night burials is not enough. The foundation of all roads is a weakness in his opinion, which will affect the future development of night burials.
"The war is imminent, if you can make a war, the old man will come forward to discuss with several other people, for you to change against the sky, reshape the spirit sea, although you can not make one step to the sky, you can still use the common path to consolidate alchemy, you are still somewhat sure. ."
"Once you have formed a pill, you will be a bloodbath. Which step you can take in the future depends on your personal good fortune, but with your luck, it may really be possible to walk your own path." Song family ancestors His expression eased and his tone became softer. With a wave of his right hand, a fist-sized, purple lantern flew out of his cuff and floated in front of Bai Xiaochun.
"As the old man's son, this thing will give you self-defense. This is the old man's magic weapon, which can release blood and fire and burn everything. It is comparable to the power of a normal pill."
Bai Xiaochun looked at the purple lantern in front of him, and could see that it must be the beloved thing of the ancestors of the Song family. It was often warmed in his hands and emitted a soft light. It was a thing of extraordinary quality, and even the kind of fierceness that came to his face. Feeling, Bai Xiaochun seemed to be facing a raging fire.
And the other party can give this thing to himself, obviously he really regards himself as a righteous son.
Thinking of this, Bai Xiaochun was delighted with the treasure, but at the same time it became more complicated.
"Thank you foster father!" Bai Xiaochun lowered his head and said softly.
"As a blood son, you can open up a cave in Zufeng, and come and go here, and you are an old man's righteous son. You are allowed to visit the old man at any time. If you don't understand something, the old man will answer for you." Song When the ancestor said this, the smile on his face became more obvious, and his eyes showed encouragement.
"Go down, seven days later, hold the blood son to ascend the throne, tell the world, night burial...become the blood son of the middle peak of my blood stream sect!"
Bai Xiaochun was a little dazed. He didn't expect to survive this matter so easily. Even the words and feelings of the ancestors of the Song family really valued him here, until Bai Xiaochun left the ancestors of the Song family and returned. After arriving at the center, sitting in his own cave mansion, he felt that all this was like a dream.
First, Xianxuemei was actually Du Lingfei, and then he became not only a blood son, but also a blood demon, and the ancestor of the Song family accepted himself as a righteous son. All this made Bai Xiaochun feel... The Blood Stream Sect was really too good to him. Okay, it has made him feel sad.
When feeling in Bai Xiaochun's heart, the night was late, Bai Xiaochun's expression changed. When he raised his head, he looked outside the Dongfu, and soon there was a voice, respectful, coming from outside the Dongfu.
"Venerable Night Burial, see you from the fortune teller."
Outside the cave, the god fortune stood there with a flattering face, and spoke with caution and respectfulness. After seeing Bai Xiaochun became a blood son, he was uneasy. When he thought of the past festivals, he felt that his back was chilly.
He didn't dare to delay, and when he noticed that Bai Xiaochun came back, he didn't hesitate to prepare a big gift, and he hurried over to visit.
Bai Xiaochun was thinking about his mind, but was interrupted by the fortune teller, very upset, and said coldly.
"What's the matter!"
The voice came out of the cave and fell into the ears of the god fortune. His heart jumped, and he cried secretly, wondering that the other party's tone was not good. He was about to settle accounts with his autumn queen, and he couldn't help but think of countless ways to clean up himself, no matter what To put yourself in a blood prison or to send yourself to the battlefield, there are too many methods that can put yourself to death.
Especially as the elder of Zhongfeng, he couldn't escape and betrayed. At this moment, the more he thought about it, the more he panicked, struggling between life and death, and finally gritted his teeth and knelt outside Bai Xiaochun's cave.
"I beg the blood son for mercy, the adults do not remember the villain's past, I was not sensible before, and ask the blood subnet to open up, I would like to send an ancient magical charm that I accidentally obtained in the early years, and ask the blood son to calm down his anger." With the pain in the flesh, he took out a piece of cyan talisman paper.
This talisman exudes ancient fluctuations. As soon as he took it out, even if Bai Xiaochun was in the cave, he immediately noticed it. He moved slightly in his heart, got up and walked out of the cave. When he came to the face of the fortune teller, he took the rune and looked at it. After a few eyes, I was shocked.
This ancient divine power talisman, the method of its refining has been lost, and it can rapidly increase the physical power of a person in a short period of time. The stronger the physical body, the stronger the power gained after use.
For Bai Xiaochun, once used, its combat power will rise to an astonishing level.
Bai Xiaochun glanced at the god fortune teller, put the rune into the storage bag, and coughed dryly.
"Everyone is the same door, you don't need to be like this, I have forgotten the previous things." As he said, he patted the shoulder of the god operator.
The fortune teller was originally nervous and panicked about life and death. Hearing Bai Xiaochun's words at this moment, he was immediately moved. The kind of survival from desperation, and the other party's such magnanimous behavior made him feel grateful.
So he made repeated attempts and vowed to bury the horse at night. After seeing Bai Xiaochun's satisfied smile with encouragement, the fortune teller was even more moved, and then he left.
Bai Xiaochun blinked and realized that with his current position, he felt that with his current position, he could reap several times the rewards as long as he released some kindness. (To be continued.)