Emperor Leiwu

Chapter 1222 It's Not What I Expected

"Unexpectedly, in order to protect you, your clan elders actually let you be the holy son."

At this moment, the woman in purple next to the youth said.

When she said this, she looked at the blood shadow with a hint of disdain.

"The clan elder made me a holy son, although it is to protect me, but it is also because I have cultivated, and the clan's blood demon yang is absolutely perfect."

Seeing the look of disdain in the opponent's eyes, Xueying said coldly.

He naturally knew that the two of them were angry because they couldn't kill him.

"Really? If that's the case, we'll have to learn from it."

At this point, the cold young man said to the back of the competition platform: "The competition platform has been built, please!"

Looking behind Bidoutai, Chu Shaoyang frowned.

The fighting platform is in the middle, although you can watch the fighting from anywhere, but at the back, it obviously means to lower your status.

But Chu Shaoyang didn't care, and under the leadership of Xueying, a group of six people walked over.

After sitting down behind the fighting platform, he found that on his left and right sides, there were people from the Sky Demon Race and the Troll Race.

The Holy Son and Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Demon Clan were covered in black robes, making it impossible to see their faces clearly.

The Holy Son and Holy Maiden of the troll tribe are a tall young man and an ugly woman.

In fact, the woman is not ugly, because her figure is too tall, which makes people look awkward.

Seeing Chu Shaoyang and others get off, an old man in gray came out from the side.

"Now that everyone is here, let me tell you about the rules of Shengbi this time."

"First of all, let me introduce myself. This old man is the Great Elder of the Ancient Demon Clan, Gu Feng."

"The rules of the competition are very simple. Saintesses compete with saints, and saints compete with saints, until the opponent admits defeat."

"Everyone's cultivation is at the emperor level, I think everyone should have no objections?"

Looking at the crowd, the gray-clothed old man looked around and then fixed his eyes on Luo Yao.

Because he has discovered that Luo Yao's cultivation level is the lowest among them.

Luo Yao was about to speak, but was stopped by Xueying.

He looked up at the gray-clothed old man, and asked, "There shouldn't be any price to pay for winning or losing, right?"

"No, it's just that if you lose, you will lose face."

Seeing the blood shadow asking, the old man in gray smiled lightly.

"Well, we have no objections."

"Since there is no opinion, let's start!"

Saying that, the old man in gray turned and left.

Seeing the old man in gray leave, the stern young man stood up.

"This holy competition is held by our Ancient Demon Clan, so let me take the lead."

As he spoke, he jumped and landed on the fighting platform.

At the moment, he looked at Xueying and the other two holy sons.

"Which Holy Son is willing to come up and teach?"

However, as his voice sounded, neither Xueying nor the other two holy sons spoke.

"Why, are the three planning to admit defeat?"

Seeing that the three of them were silent, the stern young man said with a smile.

"It's not about admitting defeat, but for such a comparison, I feel it's meaningless."

At this moment, the Holy Son of the Heavenly Demon Clan said, "Why don't we play something meaningful and take something out as a bet, how about?"

"Okay, but we have to see what the other two mean."

Saying that, the stern young man looked at Blood Shadow and the holy son of the troll clan.

"I have no opinion."

Seeing his gaze, the holy son of the troll clan shook his head and said.

"I have no opinion, but it's just a bet between us men. As for whether they want to bet, that's their business, and I can't make the decision."

They are naturally the four saints in Xueying's mouth.

He knew that Luo Yao's cultivation was the lowest among the four, so he didn't dare to easily make decisions for the other party.

"Naturally, it's just the four of us, so I don't know how you want to bet?"

Hearing this, the stern young man asked.

While saying this, he quietly winked at the Holy Son of the Heavenly Demon Race.

His behavior seemed to be secretive, but Chu Shaoyang clearly saw it.

In fact, ever since the Holy Son of the Demon Race proposed to make a bet that day, he guessed that the three major Demon Races had probably united long ago.

The purpose is to get his Blood-devouring Demon Knife away.

Since Blood Shadow couldn't be killed, let him lose the Blood-devouring Demon Knife.

The abacus of the three major demon races is not to be said to be silent.

It's just that I'm afraid their ideas will come to nothing, although the blood shadow is only at the eighth level of the emperor's realm.

But the one who really controlled him was Chu Shaoyang, a powerful man in the Heavenly Exalted Realm.

"Let's each take out one of the most precious things, and if whoever loses, give the thing to the other party, how about it?"

Hearing the cold young man's question, the holy son of the Heavenly Demon clan spoke.

"can."

Hearing this, the holy son of the troll tribe replied.

With that said, the three of them prepared to fetch things.

Seeing this scene, Chu Shaoyang smiled coldly.

If he guessed correctly, no matter what he took out, the three of them would not be satisfied.

"This is the Heavenly Demon Spirit Bead of my Heavenly Demon Clan. When practicing, hold this bead in your hand, and the speed of cultivation will increase tenfold."

Put an egg-sized crystal bead that exudes devilish energy on the table, said the Holy Son of the Heavenly Demon Clan.

"It's the Heavenly Demon Spirit Orb, Your Excellency is really willing!"

Seeing the Heavenly Demon Son take out the Heavenly Demon Spirit Orb, the stern young man said in surprise.

Immediately he took out a pill bottle.

"This is the ancient spirit liquid of my ancient demon race. Although it is of little use to our demon race, for human warriors, if refined in the Heavenly Exalted Realm, it can at least improve their cultivation by two levels."

After taking out the elixir bottle, the stern young man glanced at Chu Shaoyang intentionally or unintentionally.

His thing seems useless to demon warriors, but his purpose is not to give it to everyone, but to attract blood shadows.

Because they all know that Blood Shadow has a very powerful demon slave, and the other party definitely wants to get this thing.

"This is the troll heritage blood of my troll clan. Refining this blood will allow us to possess supernatural powers of our troll clan."

Seeing the stern young man take out the ancient spirit liquid, the holy son of the troll tribe also took out a bottle of elixir.

It's just that what he contained in it was not spiritual fluid, but blood.

When the three of them took out the things, they looked at the blood shadow.

Seeing this, Xueying reached out to touch the Qiankun bag on his waist, and was about to take something, but the three of them frowned, and opened their mouths immediately.

"As far as I know, the Blood Demon Clan doesn't have any treasures, right?"

"That's right, brother Xueying can't just come out with something to fool us?"

"Our things are all the treasures of the family, Brother Xueying, it's best to get some precious things out."

Xueying touching the Qiankun bag was a fake move, because he knew that all three of them hoped that he would take out the Blood-devouring Demon Knife as a bet.

"What do you mean three?"

Looking up at the three of them, Xue Ying said, "Then according to the three of you, what should I take to be considered a precious thing?"

Seeing the eyes of the blood shadow, the stern young man smiled faintly, glanced at the Holy Son of the Sky Demon Tribe and the Holy Son of the Troll Tribe, and then spoke with a smile.

"I think the blood-devouring knife on Brother Xueying's body is very precious, why not take it out as a bet?"

"It's not what I expected."

Hearing this, the corner of Chu Shaoyang's mouth twitched into a sneer.

(End of this chapter)