Arad's unruly savior

Counting the Eight Sides of the Demon Realm, which are well-known factions that are powerful enough to become a major force, the success rate of transplanting the Eye of Darkness of the Kaxiu Sect is extremely low.

The second promised ring of domination has extremely strong backlash side effects, and the user bears the resentment of the dominated at all times.

Although contract magic has no side effects, it emphasizes empathy with summoned beasts, and requires very high talents.

In other words, a series of cultivation factions such as elements, dark magic, and mind energy, etc., are basically inseparable from talent and hard work. Step by step, you can climb to a higher place and see a wider landscape.

However, the Dou Qi of the Ghost Shadow Clan is an unbelievable perversion in exchange for the ability to rapidly advance in realm at the expense of others.

Raising slaves is like raising a group of food that can be eaten at any time, using other people's bones to forge one's own way to heaven.

If it was an elf who loved peace, or a human with a high upper limit of sanity, they should be able to limit the side effects of the secret method of fighting qi in time, and ban and burn it at the very beginning.

However, the Ghost Shadow Clan is a race similar to cosmic hunks, with an extremely war-loving personality, short-tempered, aggressive, valuing physical fitness, and the secret method of fighting qi that progresses quickly is tailor-made for them.

If you don't use it and others use it, the gap will widen.

The confluence of various factors created the tragedy of the Talma Empire. Cannibalism was common, and the powerful even took the lead in cannibalism. The stable society gradually collapsed.

The most powerful were also betrayed by their relatives and tried to replace them... The former glorious empire was burned.

An excellent emperor should be both internal and external, wise and far-sighted, but in that era, from top to bottom, it was rotten to the bone.

Now, nothing has changed.

"Cassilias, promise me that you will become the future emperor of Aiken and reverse the desperation of the ghost clan. The fratricidal race can't see a further future, and we are becoming beasts."

The old man's cloudy eyes are like the sun shining brightly at the moment, internal friction can still keep the fire, but once foreign enemies invade, it will be a mass extinction.

Moreover, the practice of grudge will cause the already weird bodies of the ghosts to become even more distorted and mutated. For example, the appearance of Drazen and Sasha is like a terrifying evil spirit drilled out of hell.

The physical characteristics of the original ghost clan were only tall and horned, but now they are about to degenerate into ferocious beasts.

As long as Casillas agrees to become that emperor, he is willing to reproduce the sword of death for reference.

"I'm not interested, and I can't do it." The fourth uncle admitted it readily, very self-aware, that the Ghost Shadow Clan is terminally ill and cannot find a good medicine.

Just wait until when a strong race similar to cosmic demons invades Aiken, it will be like a tsunami rushing towards the sandcastle, destroying it and leaving it clean.

Fighting against the Eternal Land... Civil War in the Eternal Land.

Casillas thinks that he is just a reckless swordsman, and he is not a talent for governing the country.

Maybe that Herder with the tear mask has a hundred ways to solve it, but he really has nothing to do, there is no way, the fact of using his brain is really difficult for him.

How does a swordsman who is very big and three thick and doesn't know much about writing handle these fine things with a pen.

Casillas was raised as a fighting ghost when he was a child, that is, as a slave.

If it wasn't for Yasin, the master at the time, and let him study with him, let alone be able to read and read, he would have been killed as a ghost fighter before he awakened the power of the apostle.

"Ahem, as an outsider, I shouldn't make suggestions blindly, but the reality does have a very clear reference example..." Ye Lin breathed lightly, soothing his mind, feeling the demise of a civilization, which was very moody for him improvement.

Including Hiate and the others, they are also very touched. The once glorious Talma Empire has now been smashed with plaques, trampled on the city walls, melted exquisite artworks into swords of war, and turned books that have accumulated civilization into Fire in the stove.

"Master Soderos, how do you feel?" Feng Ying was very respectful. The other party was a senior, and she also gave her some advice.

"Maybe because I have experienced the era of the disintegration of several countries, so I don't have much feeling." Soderos replied.

More than 2000 years ago, when he was famous in the mainland for his sword skills, the dark elves were cursed by Venus not long ago, Aragorn, the lord of the Holy Spirit, was still alive, and Xu Zu had just been purified by the first generation of witches to light up the sky.

"You have a way, and I would like to hear the details." The fourth uncle was a little moved. Although he was not suitable for the old man's sword to the death, it still helped him.

Before he really faced his inner demons, he desperately wanted to seize every opportunity to become stronger, even if it was just a little bit of understanding, it would be helpful.

"Heaven, Dragon King Bakar, magic ban order!"

Bakar cut off the magical civilization of the heavens, and those who disobeyed the order died, and then gave birth to a technological civilization in the desperate situation, which is now brilliant.

Is the Ghost Shadow Clan really fearless? I'm afraid not, it's just because their situation is too comfortable. Civil wars have been fought for thousands of years, and there is no real danger of extermination.

Great men with high vision can see the wind and waves at the end of their line of sight. They have a majestic figure and a heart for the world, but they have lost their lives, which only increases their lamentation. I only hope that the latecomers will inherit this heart.

Casillas stroked his sword in silence for a long time, until he figured out something, then nodded and said: "In the future, I will set off to challenge an enemy that is almost impossible to win. If I can come back alive, I promise you, Try to change the situation of the Ghost Clan."

It is also a feasible path to modify the flaws of the secret method of fighting qi, and there is a long way to go.

"it is good."

The ghosts and shadows who rushed into the old capital are still wantonly plundering, secret techniques, armor...

Yimiwu's disguise doll has long since run out of energy and shattered. Xiaosu and Youxia showed their true faces, and many ghosts wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to eat a "snack" and tear their delicate skin.

They were all killed, their little faces were cold, expressionless, and their breath was cold. This was a bloody baptism.

This night of blood moon in Aiken will be several times longer than normal nights, until the dawn rises, at least a quarter of the ghosts and shadows are buried in the yellow sand and will not be remembered by the years.

The future moon is no longer a blood moon, but still incomplete.

"Did you ever know that in the past, there were thousands of Qionglou towers in the yellow sand all over the sky, and there was a lot of traffic, bustling and extremely prosperous." The old man sighed, and suddenly burst into tears.

Yelin watched from the sidelines. In a sense, the other party and Herder were the same kind of people, that is, they couldn't let go of the "past".

Betrayal, despair, concern for the world, yet the world collapses in front of my eyes..., a mixture of many complex emotions, a sword to the death, and the moon is incomplete.

However, the old man knew in his heart that the real evil was not fighting spirit, but the war-thirsty blood of the Ghost Shadow Clan, the greedy heart, and the never-ending desire.

A beam of sword light was fierce and unparalleled, dazzled the blood-red night sky, magnificent and boundless, across the starry sky, while overwhelming the world, it also attracted the covetousness of many ghosts and shadows, flooding in like a tide.

Casillas looked at the rusty long sword that had changed again. The old man had disappeared, and there was nothing left except this sword where he sat cross-legged.

"Give me that sword!" At the door, a red-skinned giant stretched out his hand indifferently, with a pair of huge horns on top of his head, and his breath was barbaric. His weapon was a giant knife with a thick blade, about three feet long, still dripping Blood.

He seemed calm, but there was a hint of tyranny hidden in the depths of his eyes. The Ghost Shadow Clan who went to snatch the ghost king's secret method of fighting qi just now died under the giant blade.

Ghost King Drazen possesses a very special fighting spirit secret method. Through continuously raising and killing fighting ghosts, he now has an original high-level terror realm, which is indistinguishable from the leaders of the great forces in the demon world.

As long as he kills Sasha and Yassin on the night of the red moon, he will easily step to the top and find a way to eventually surpass.

The appearance of the ghost king Drazan made all the fanatical ghosts and shadows stop in their tracks, and they were afraid to move forward.

"Ah……"

Casillas put away the rusty sword, and then slowly grasped the hilts of the two swords at his waist with his rough hands, his attitude was self-evident.

It is unbelievable that there is an unknown guy who is not afraid of death who dares to challenge the ghost king head-on.

The main reason is that Casillas is not well-known in Aiken. His brilliant battle in Aiken, that is, the night he met Yassin in Faol Ridge, no one knows who will win.

After about three breaths, that is, a sword, plus the effort of picking up things, Casillas kicked the extremely ugly head of the ghost king Drazen at will, wiped off the blood on the steel blade, and had no intention of absorbing the ghost king's fighting spirit. Let it dissipate.

"Yelin, let's go."