There are many powerful ghosts in the world, but the other party only focuses on Xia Huoniao, which should be because of its unique gregarious characteristics. The milk of Guhuo bird can turn a living baby into a crying ghost, and a drop of Guhuo bird blood on the clothes of a pregnant woman can make it difficult to give birth and turn into a bloody ghost. The voice of the crying ghost can cause hallucinations, and the bloody ghost is a vicious ghost with the ability to curse. It is not wrong that the Guhuo bird that can make the two appear in groups is listed by the Tiandao League as the top ten ghosts in the world.
This is also the reason why Qian Ren believes that this matter is related to the God of Yingxi. Among the ghosts and gods, he is the only one who targets the living in this way. The opponent's hand was extremely clean, all the ghosts he witnessed were gone, and there were no traces along the way. If it was someone else, there would be nothing to do, but it was not a problem for Qianren.
I saw that he swiped his True Qi on the tip of his fingernail against his middle finger, and there was a small wound on the fingertip. It was such a tiny wound that was almost invisible, but when it appeared, it seemed to have lifted the seal of some terrible thing. The surrounding air suddenly became cold, and even Zhuge Qingtian, who was a ghost, suddenly felt his heart palpitate. A thick black liquid dripped from the wound, and just after reaching the outside world, it rushed towards Zhuge Qingtian with lightning speed.
This speed was too fast, even though Zhuge Qingtian saw it, it was too late to react. Fortunately, Qian Ren knew that liquid would behave like this, and slapped it back to the ground with a backhand slap, and then saw that he was flat on the grass. The liquid that seemed rather aggrieved, threw Xia Huoniao's feather over and said, "I didn't tell you to eat him, go and find the owner of this feather."
Although the liquid coveted the ghosts and gods, no matter what the master said, he could only reluctantly swallow the feathers cleanly, then rounded himself up, turned into an ordinary bead size and rolled over with the breath.
Zhuge Qingtian did not expect that he would be able to see his emotions from a pile of black liquid, and immediately forgot the danger just now, and only asked curiously, "Master, what is this black little dumpling?"
"It's my demon blood, don't touch it, you will die."
Qian Ren didn't know much about his own identity. He only knew that he was different from others since he was a child. Everyone else's blood was red, but only he was black. Once injured, the blood would madly devour all living things around him. He has only been seriously injured twice so far, and the result is that the opponent's entire army was wiped out. Since then, no one has dared to fight him for life and death.
"Bi Qianren is the devil left by the devil, don't push him too hard, be careful to beat his son to come to the father." This statement has been widely circulated in the arena since then, and now all major sects believe it to be true , if it is not forced, never do it with him. Of course, in addition to this tension, he still scolded He Huan who brought Qian Ren to the world.
Now that nearly 800 years have passed since the death of the Demon Lord, Jianghu Zhengdao still can't believe that the great demon who almost wiped out the world has really disappeared. Even in the face of Qianren, he is very cautious. Wei, it's no wonder that the elders of the demon sect regarded him as the last straw for the devil's way.
Qianren also asked Master about his own life, but that person just smiled at him with a usual unrepentant attitude: "Isn't this very good? Take the demonic energy in your body as protection from your own father, Although it is a bit more domineering and cruel, it is still a kind of love."
Although it was just what He Huan said to comfort him, Qian Ren also knew that such a world-destroying demon couldn't have so-called love at all, but during the time when he suspected that his existence itself was wrong, this kind of comfort made him feel better. Some. Later, as his cultivation became more profound, his demonic energy gradually came under his control, and sometimes he seemed to be able to understand his words and react, so Qianren stopped investigating his origins, although this power made him destined to be unable to get close to anyone, At least let him survive in the world, as long as he adapts to this loneliness, he can live well in the end.
Qianren's demonic blood is extremely poisonous. Even a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage will die suddenly if it enters his body. Ordinary ghosts will be swallowed up if they touch it. Although Zhuge Qingtian has lost his memory, he has discovered it by instinct. The danger of this thing, but as long as he thinks that it is Qianren's blood, he is suddenly not afraid, but rather admiringly praised: "Master, I didn't expect your blood to be quite lively and lovely."
In his opinion, Qian Ren is so indifferent on weekdays, and blood should be very cold, but now that he is quite agile, he is naturally a little surprised. However, as Qian Ren, who is accustomed to other cultivators' panicked expressions when they see demonic blood, right This apprentice who is not afraid of death has only one comment, "Your aesthetics are really different."
Although the identity is undetermined, it is also true that the demonic energy in Qianren's body comes from the Demon Venerable, so it is easier to use this point than the magic weapon of the world. After a while, the demonic blood flew back silently, and smashed it directly at Zhuge Qingtian. The master pinched it expressionlessly, and the plan to devour ghosts and gods to make up for the master's body was once again aborted.
Zhuge Qingtian didn't know that the demon blood had regarded himself as a great supplement, and seeing it being held by Qianren and struggling, he went up to greet him with enthusiasm, "Yo, Xiao Hei, you're back!"
"Don't give the demon blood a name, it also saves face."
He warned him with some headaches, Qian Ren said in his heart, the person who was sent to the door and was eaten was Zhuge Qingtian. Fortunately, he was still obedient, so he didn't reach out to touch him if he told him not to touch it, otherwise the demon blood would go crazy. You may not be able to control it yourself.
The way of the devil blood is actually very simple, that is, it swallows all the useful things around it and gives it to its master. As for whether the master wants it or not, it doesn't care. He Huan was right to say that this was domineering love, although in Qian Ren's view, this ability to control is really troublesome.
At this moment, he glanced at the demon blood that was still eyeing Zhuge Qingtian, and Qian Ren finally opened his mouth and said the most effective threat that he had just experimented with recently.
Zhuge Qingtian swears that this is definitely the most bizarre threat he has ever heard in his life. However, with just such a sentence, the demon blood really no longer struggles. It just turns into a small ball and bounces in front of him to lead the way. It seems that he is very afraid of Qian Ren's self-injury. .
Maybe this is what is called true love.
Silently sighed in his heart at the instantly obedient demon blood, Zhuge Qingtian looked at Qian Ren curiously again, he had never heard of such a thing before, and he couldn't help asking: "Master, what are your organs? Aren't they all conscious? Shall I greet you with your whole body?"
The so-called one thing falls one thing, the demon blood that makes thousands of cultivators feel terrified is like a toy in Qian Ren's hands, but Qian Ren can't resist Zhuge Qingtian's bold idea, so he can only stare at the demon blood in front of him. Seriously thinking - is it too late to get the demon blood to eat him now
However, silence is always useless to Zhuge Qingtian. Seeing that Qianren didn't speak, he stepped forward to hold Master's hand, and asked in a kind voice, "Hello, Brother Hand, can I hold you if I want to? If you don't speak up, I'll take it as your agreement."
Seeing that this person covered his hands with such joy, he completely forgot that he was holding the devil blood just now, and Qian Ren once again realized what it means to be truly not afraid of death. It's just that no one has dared to approach him so close in these years. Although the hands of ghosts and gods are cold, they still feel soft to the touch of a young man. Qian Ren was stunned for a moment and told him to succeed. It is stipulated that the apprentice cannot molest the master."
Zhuge Qingtian is no longer the country boy he used to be when he first entered the city. Hearing this, he felt that his master was fooling himself, and was very skeptical: "Are you sure this is the rule of the demon sect?"
However, he still underestimated the reckless behavior of the demon cultivator. Qian Ren solved the problem with just one sentence, "The canon is set by me, and it will be there from today."
At this moment, Zhuge Qingtian's cognition of the Demon Sect finally reached a consensus with the Tiandao Alliance - it is really a willful and casual sect.
However, as an obedient apprentice, Zhuge Qingtian couldn't help but fall into deep distress in the face of this newly released canon. What should I do? He likes to provoke his master recently, and even if he is scolded and disciplined for this, he is very happy. A well-behaved and obedient apprentice, is it really okay to act like this? Is there something wrong
Although Qianren has a headache, he is not surprised by his behavior. Young people always like to do things different from others to prove that they are important. Because no one dares to touch Qianren, Zhuge Qingtian wants to be closer to him. So he is the most special one. Zhuge Qingtian, who is not very confident now, still needs these little specials to reassure himself, so Qian Ren also let him do his thing, thinking that after he becomes a powerful ghost, he will naturally learn to cherish his face, and then he will think of the childishness of today. I am afraid that I will regret it very much.
However, the Demon Guardian, who has never had an intimate relationship with anyone, has forgotten that his face is still the same as when he was young. Zhuge Qingtian, who has no idea about cultivators, can't take this face, which is most commonly called a big brother, as a elder. Therefore, he still doesn't understand how a man who is strong and reliable and who loves him is a desirable existence for the young man who has been treated coldly.
Although the two had their own thoughts, the demon blood completely ignored the complex emotions of human beings, and only took the master to the place where the food was, so they excitedly wanted to go in and have a feast, and then they were trampled by Qian Ren. On the ground, the only thing left is to continue to writhe in grievances.
Qianren never cared about the restlessness of the demon blood. At this time, he only looked at the surrounding environment and frowned slightly: "This is the other palace of the God of Welcome, are you sure you want to go in?"
The relationship between Zhuge Qingtian and Yingxi God is still unknown. Looking at the red palace wall, he was also a little scared, but in the end he firmly said: "As long as I am with you, I will not be afraid."
"Then go and see, what is this ghost trying to do?"
Hearing what he said, Qian Ren did not continue to persuade him. The fact that he should face must always be faced, so he picked up his apprentice and jumped over the palace wall, sneaking into the sphere of influence of ghosts and gods.
The author has something to say: Zhuge Qingtian: Master, my god! The whole body of the male god is perfect! I want to be hugged and held high by the male god!
Qianren: What a good boy who respects and loves his teacher.
He Huan: Wake up, my son doesn't want to be hugged and held high by you. During your rebellious period, you treat your master like a fool every day.
Why bother: You've done a good job, his poisonous tongue skills were completely trained by me!
Qian Ren: I'm really sorry that I still treat you as two fools.