I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Chapter 634: The general election of the Holy Son of the Blood Race (second update)

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The center of the Black Marsh Land, this place is different from the extremely dangerous Black Earth Continent outside.

This place is different from what many people imagined. It is said to be the scariest and worst place by outsiders, but it is like a fairyland that makes people linger and forget to return.

On this piece of fairy land, white cranes are flying every now and then, singing joyfully in the blue sky. Thousands of feet of sacred mountains rise from the ground, straight into the sky, and the aura turns into ripples and keeps stirring. A lot of rare and precious spirit beasts haunted the sacred mountain, and all kinds of spiritual flowers and elixir bloomed on the earth, shining with brilliance, and adorning the earth with colorful colors. Countless waterfalls are like silver dragons, flowing down from the sacred mountain, shaking the sky.

The vitality here is lingering like white silk, brilliant and elegant. The rays of light are flowing in the sky, beautiful and magnificent.

Anyone who comes to this place will be shocked by the fairy scene in front of them. It is completely unbelievable that such a holy and magnificent scene will appear on such a harsh land.

On the top of the tallest sacred mountain, there are no sharp peaks here, but only peaks that have been cut into flat ground by a heavenly sword. In the center of the peak, there is a statue that is hundreds of feet high and the whole body is red and glazed.

The statue is a man who is as elegant as jade and looks like a scholar.

He holds a book in his right hand, but holds a skull in his left hand, which is rather weird.

However, it's just such a slightly weird man with a terrifying background.

Because he is the ancestor of the blood clan, the most supreme existence of the blood clan.

At this moment, in front of the statue of the ancestor of the blood clan, there are thirty-six existences with extremely terrifying auras.

They are all blond-haired and red-eyed, wearing red robes, with solemn faces.

And only those great powers who have stepped into the Void Returning Realm are qualified to stand on the top of the mountain.

Around the top of the sacred mountain, there are huge boulders suspended, they are like small flat lands, and there are hundreds of thousands of strong blood clansmen in black robes standing on them.

Once this force is dispatched, it can even flatten any first-class force on the mainland.

Today, most of the top powerhouses in the land of Kurosawa gather here because a sacred ceremony will be held here to determine the candidate for the Holy Son of the Blood Race!

The saint son of the blood clan has a very honorable status in the blood clan, and his status can even be equal to that of the blood clan, and the authority and resources he possesses can even exceed the blood clan's power of unity.

There is no other reason, just because it is the heir to the power appointed by the blood ancestor!

Standing beside the Blood Ancestor Statue, Emperor Yiden stared deeply at the thirty-six Blood Race Holy Son candidates in front of him. There seemed to be an endless sea of blood churning behind him.

Those with weaker strength will fall into madness as if being swallowed by all demons just by making eye contact with him.

Therefore, except for the thirty-six vampire-returning powers, the hundreds of thousands of vampires standing on the suspended stone will subconsciously avoid the eyes of Emperor Yiden.

"Hey, tell me, which one will win this election of the Holy Son?" a black-robed vampire said in a low voice.

"Who else, of course, is the son of Emperor Yiden! He is a super power at the peak of returning to the void. It is said that the higher the realm, the more appreciated the bloodline is by the blood ancestors, so the candidate for the blood clan saint son this time, It must be **." A black-robed blood woman looked at a handsome man on the top of the mountain with fanaticism, and said without thinking.

The other man next to her disagreed with the woman's statement: "If you really want to compare realms, ** can't rank first. Ada is a veteran strongman at the peak of returning to the void. It's half a step away. Her hope of obtaining the Holy Son is greater than that of **!"

"Hmph! What do you know, the **** blood is obviously more pure!"

"Who said just now that the higher the realm, the more the blood is appreciated by the blood ancestors? Why is it involved in the pure blood now?"

"Exactly! Could it be that you have tried it?"

"This appearance, I'm afraid it has been tasted."

"Ha ha ha ha… "

"You...!" The woman was teased by the others, and she gritted her teeth angrily.

This place was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.

There are actually similar discussions in other places, but the main objects are all concentrated on Eden and Ada.

The two of them are the strongest among the candidates, regardless of their cultivation level or their bloodlines, so they have also become the focus of attention.

Emperor Yiden also turned his gaze to his son, and his gaze passed by.

The seemingly casual gaze, but the expectation in the heart is full, if ** is really recognized by the blood ancestor, then it will be a matter of time to stand side by side with him, and it may even surpass him.

At that time, a father and a son, with two swords combined, will be able to push the blood race to a new peak, and it will become a good story that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Emperor Iden was a little excited when he thought about it. He had been waiting for this day for a long time.

**In fact, he is even more excited. His only opponent now is Ada. Although Ada's realm is higher than him, but he has a good father!

His father's bloodline is extremely pure, and even has the bloodline of the blood ancestor, so his bloodline will not be bad, at least he is on the side of the blood ancestor, let alone have the bonus of family affection from descendants, right? This has an inherent advantage over Ada! So, his odds of winning are the highest!

As for the Void Returning Powers of other blood races? Haha... just to run with you.

Their purpose here is to set off his strength and highlight his peak status among the many strong!

Among the thirty-six blood clan powerhouses, three of them are very familiar to An Lin.

They are Cocosti, Myron, Tabor.

Ke Kesti looked bored, her red crystal eyes looked at the sky, and her mind was wandering.

If it were her in the past, she might look at her with admiration. After all, she is so amazing and beautiful among the blood clan, which makes people yearn for it.

But now, her body is not as attractive to her as a drop of her master's blood.

Her mind is full of masters now...

Holy Blood.

Eh... I don't know when I will see the master again...

Ke Kesti's beautiful face is full of melancholy, and her beautiful eyes are full of autumn water. People who don't know her think she is suffering from lovesickness, but in fact, she is suffering from blood addiction.

If it weren't for the ceremony for the confirmation of the Holy Son by the blood clan, it is a ceremony that every top power of the blood clan who does not have a special task must participate, so she wouldn't come here to join in the fun.

Myron and Tabor were equally upset. They had already heard the news that their master was coming to the land of Black Marsh, and they were already high-spirited. They were thinking of exchanging military exploits for holy blood, so they didn't come here to waste time.

Above the sky, the chain of a certain law was suddenly broken.

Boom!

An extremely huge blood-colored vortex began to cover the entire sky, infinitely deep, causing people to sink.

All the vampires, no matter the strong black-robed vampire or the mighty red-robed vampire, were all breathless, as if their entire minds were about to be sucked by the bloody vortex in the sky.

A Dao Dao expert shrouded in the divine light of Dao appeared from the vortex and nodded to Emperor Yiden.

Emperor Yiden nodded with a smile, waved one hand, and said loudly: "The election of the Holy Son of the Blood Race begins now!"

(end of this chapter)