A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Millions of slaves and the Horned Demon Emperor's army gathered at the Firestone Emperor's Palace, and were then commanded by the Flame Stream Emperor's son. They used the teleportation array to kill near the Demon Vine World where the Cangkong Emperor's son was.

The war in the Star Territory was about to break out, and the small magic stone world was quiet for a while.

Most of the Jindan and Nascent Soul experts have been recruited away, as have the foundation building backbones. The rest are old and weak, and they can't cause chaos even if they want to.

"Those nine people are not weak in strength. They have influenced and controlled king-level experts in such a short period of time."

"Compared to that, I'm lagging behind."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

The little demon he possesses is named Huateng. He is an ordinary one among the skeleton blood vine demons. He has the fifth level of Qi training. The luster of his skull is dim. The symbiotic vines in his body are slightly withered and yellow, and the vitality is weak. A pink flower The flowers hung weakly, and the blood holes in the pupils were not so vivid.

This is a very ordinary skeleton-blooded vine demon.

There is nothing surprising about talent, qualifications, or family background.

However, there is one special thing about her.

After bidding farewell to the tribal army on the expedition, the blood-skeleton vine demon returned home, picked up a pot of blood wine, and came to a cave dug into the rocks.

The dilapidated door of the cave was opened, revealing an old skeleton lying on the ground and sleeping soundly, surrounded by the smell of cheap mortal beast blood and wine.

The sign of age among the Skeleton Blood Vine Demon clan is the vines wrapped around the skull. The fewer green leaves on the vines and the more wrinkles on the vines, the older they are.

This old skeleton is probably forty or fifty years old, and is already approaching the lifespan limit of the ordinary skeleton blood vine demon in the small world of magic stone.

Just like human monks who are in their forties or fifties, under the rule of the Demon Rock Clan, living to this age is already considered a gift.

"...Grandpa Bai...Grandpa Bai..."

Huateng pushed the old skeleton and said coquettishly: "Teach me the Bone Refining Art again...and again..."

This old skeleton is his uncle.

Many years ago, when Hua Teng's father used his thigh bone to imbue Hua Teng's life, the old skeleton blood vine demon was watching from the sidelines. He also injected spirit into Hua Teng's bones and used his own vitality to improve him under difficult conditions. Some qualifications of flower vines.

"Flower vine……"

"Don't make any noise..."

The old skeleton's sleepy eyes seemed to be asleep, but he didn't want to wake up at all. He slapped the hand pushed by the flower vine and continued to sleep soundly, snoring like thunder.

"whee!"

Huateng had already expected it and was not in a hurry. He took out the blood wine he brought and opened the lid.

A strong smell of blood spread outwards.

This is the specialty of the Skeleton Blood Vine Demon Clan. Blood wine is made from the blood of living creatures, mixed with thousands of elixirs, and then naturally fermented using the secret techniques of the Skeleton Blood Vine Demon Clan. It has the effect of strengthening the soul and forging bones. It has quite a reputation in the surrounding areas and is one of the tributes designated by the Demonic Rock Clan.

The quality of blood wine is closely related to the blood of living creatures, the level of elixir, and the brewed skeleton blood vine demon.

According to legend, the blood wine brewed by the ancestor of the Skeleton Blood Vine Demon was deeply loved by a certain king. As a result, the Skeleton Blood Vine Demon clan became rich and gave birth to powerful generals.

Although the blood wine of Huateng cannot be compared with that kind of divine object, it is also in the category of spiritual wine.

The thunderous snoring of the skeleton-blooded old vine demon suddenly stopped.

The two withered yellow wrinkled vines on the cheek bones and nostrils were moving back and forth. After repeated confirmation, it seemed that they couldn't imagine it and thought it was in a dream.

"Whose blood spirit wine belongs to..."

Huateng pretended to be surprised.

"Blood spirit wine!"

The old skeleton woke up in an instant. He was a little angry at first, but after seeing the blood spirit wine, he suddenly became elated and took it over: "Girl of Flower Vine, it's better for you to remember me, an old thing who is about to die."

"My uncle said nonsense, how could you die?"

"You still want to live a hundred years. I heard before that there was an old man named Gu Li who lived for a hundred years. You should be able to do the same."

Huateng let the old skeleton take away the blood spirit wine and said coquettishly.

"Hahaha!"

"A hundred years old, okay, okay, then live to be a hundred years old."

The old skeleton laughed.

To Huateng's surprise, the old skeleton did not impatiently drink most of the bottle of Blood Spirit Wine, but carefully received it in his arms, seemingly intending to save it for later.

"How are you doing with the Little Flower Vine Bone Refining Art?"

The old skeleton asked with concern: "Don't underestimate this bone refining technique. Your uncle got it by chance when he was young. He can live to this day, unlike other skeleton blood vine demons who died at the age of forty. It all depends on this book.”

"It's a pity that your father is as stupid as a pig and just can't learn..."

"Uncle, I'm almost done!"

Huateng said proudly.

Between the grandfather and the grandson, one taught and the other asked, and soon several hours passed.

Huateng was a little reluctant to say goodbye, but when the time came, she had to return to the cave, use her own life essence to refine blood wine, and say goodbye reluctantly.

With the girl's departure, the old skeleton's grotto returned to its former cold and dead silence.

"well,"

"Hua Teng is a good girl."

The old skeleton sighed, took out the precious blood spirit wine that he might not taste even once in ten years, and stared at it in a daze.

He knew that this was Huateng's savings that he had accumulated over the years, just to let himself, an old man who was about to die, enjoy it before he died.

It's a pity that this bottle of blood wine is made from human blood, or the blood of a human girl in the Qi training period. Although Huateng was not killed by Huateng, she made it with her own hands.

The old skeleton looked at it for a while, then buried the blood spirit wine in the ground and ignored it.

He rummaged through boxes and found a bottle of cheap blood wine, drank it all in one gulp, and fell into a deep sleep again.

"You,"

At this time, a gentle voice appeared in the cave, with curiosity.

"Why don't you drink this bottle of blood wine?"

"You are a slave with a poor background, and you are madly running for your life. A monk who is recuperating should not let go of any spiritual energy. Blood monks are always so greedy."

This voice echoed in the cave.

"Who?!"

The old skeleton was suddenly awakened and was at a loss.

"Who?"

"Of course it is our Blood River King, the first pride of the human race..."

The voice was soft and uncertain, without any emotion, and said lightly.

The old skeleton's pupils shrank.

This naming and shattering made him no longer have any luck, and he was once again found by a powerful enemy.

Whoosh!

In an instant, without any nonsense, the old skeleton burned his blood and used his most powerful escape method, disappearing in an instant. He was extremely decisive and refused to waste even one ten-thousandth of a breath.

Clang!

A gentle sword sound echoed in the ears, the lingering sound was crisp and pleasant.

In the ears of the old skeleton, it was like the collapse of the sky and the fall of the sun. The soul was suppressed in an instant, the body was stiff, and it fell out of the space. All blood escape spells were useless.

"What is this?"

The old skeleton lost his voice.

Just a sound wave suppressed him completely and made him lose the power to resist. This was beyond his understanding.

Boundless despair appeared in his heart.

Even when facing the king of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, he was not so powerless. At least he still had the power to resist.

No answer came from the other side.

He seemed to be stunned, and the sword light that was about to be cut was slowly retracted.

For a long time.

"You are at the peak of the Spiritual Transformation after all, how can you be so weak? You are not much stronger than the initial stage of the Spiritual Transformation."

"How lacking is your inheritance?"

Jiang Ding sighed slightly.