Supreme Space Puppet Master

Chapter 39 Blood Bull

"If you want to get the old man's inheritance, it's not enough just to have a teacher. The old man's inheritance is in this ancient battlefield. Whether you can get it depends on your chance. Disciples, go, when the God Realm is rebuilt, It's the day we meet again, master and apprentice!" Fuxi's voice seemed to come from the sky, and then slowly disappeared.

Fuxi fell in that battle between gods and demons, and now only a sliver of spiritual consciousness is stored in Tianwai Village. If he wants to earn a chance for Fuxi, the only way out is to rebuild the God Realm.

Jiang Xiaoli and Lian Xi looked at each other, and there was a flash of determination in their eyes.

To be honest, the burden of rebuilding the God Realm was too heavy for Lian Xi, a Golden Core cultivator, not to mention Jiang Xiaoli, a small Qi refiner.

Fuxi's consciousness was at the end of his strength, and he fell into a deep sleep after saying the last sentence.

The setting sun was crying with blood, limbs and arms were broken everywhere, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Jiang Xiaoli couldn't help feeling depressed.

Seeing Jiang Xiaoli's heavy expression, Lian Xi also knew that Jiang Xiaoli was in a bad mood at the moment, she moved her lips as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she only uttered two words: "Let's go."

"Ah, what?" Jiang Xiaoli didn't recover.

Lian Xi stepped up and said, "Inheritance."

Jiang Xiaoli raised his eyebrows and chased after him: "Junior Brother, wait for Senior Sister!"

Lian Xi paused, thinking about it, the junior should be the junior, it's better for the little girl to make a fuss, the heavy expression on his face made him feel very uncomfortable.

Lian Xi herself didn't realize when the little girl behind her, whom she had only seen twice, began to affect his emotions.

Lian Xi sacrificed the flying sword and said to Jiang Xiaoli, "Come up."

Lian Xi flew with Jiang Xiaoli Yujian, but he didn't fly very high, as if he was looking for something.

Jiang Xiaoli said: "Junior Brother, are you looking for Master's body?"

Lian Xi nodded and said, "If I guess correctly, Master's inheritance is on his body."

"Look, what is that!" Jiang Xiaoli exclaimed.

Lian Xi heard the words and looked towards the place Jiang Xiaoli was pointing at. In a huge deep pit, there was a giant snake hovering, but the giant snake had a human head.

Snake body and human head!

Lian Xi led Jiang Xiaoli to land in front of the giant snake. Jiang Xiaoli looked up and saw the giant snake's huge body coiled up. Jiang Xiaoli could clearly see the face on the giant snake's head. It was clearly Master. She closed her eyes peacefully, as if she was just asleep.

A white shadow floated from the giant snake, Jiang Xiaoli exclaimed: "Master!"

Bai Ying disappeared in the blink of an eye, but saw the giant snake move suddenly, slowly raised its body, its eyes were cold.

Lian Xi stood in front of Jiang Xiaoli and said, "This is not Master."

"Why not?" This is clearly the master!
Lian Xi said: "Master has already fallen, and the body has been in this ancient battlefield for thousands of years. It has been soaked in the hostility of this battlefield for too long, and it is no longer Master."

Jiang Xiaoli also understood that the master's body had cultivated self-awareness and lived on hostility, so it had long been demonized.

"Hahaha, my son is quite knowledgeable." False Fuxi smiled coldly and said, "Unfortunately, it's too late."

Fake Fuxi flicked his long tail, and there was a gust of wind, and bloodstains were drawn on Jiang Xiaoli's body instantly. When Fake Fuxi smelled it, his eyes glowed green, and he praised: "Smell, it's really fragrant!"

It's the smell of divine blood!
"You actually have Fuxi's imprint on your body. Old Fuxi asked you to come." False Fuxi said affirmatively, but then said with disdain: "Why, old Fuxi can't hold on now, if not, how could the two An ant came to accept the inheritance, Fuxi seems to be unable to do it, hahahaha, from now on, this old man will be Fuxi, and this old man will be Qingdi!"

Jiang Xiaoli clutched his wound, hearing that his heart felt weird, the false Fuxi was using his master's body, complaining about his master, no matter how he looked at it, he felt uncomfortable.

Jiang Xiaoli said: "Stop wishful thinking, daydreaming, how can a person who occupies someone else's body be compared to my master!"

"Master? You called him affectionate." The false Fuxi stared at Jiang Xiaoli without anger, and said with a smile, "No matter how powerful Fuxi is, he can only stay in Tianwai Village now? Don't worry, I will be the first to swallow it." You. Seeing that you are the inheritors chosen by the old man, this old man will give you a good time, hahahaha!" Such a rich divine blood, with Fuxi's supernatural power on his body, is undoubtedly a great tonic for him thing.

False Fuxi is Fuxi's physical body. After tens of thousands of years of cultivation, it has formed an independent consciousness. It lives on Fuxi's body and uses Fuxi's abilities. How could it be willing to hand over Fuxi's inheritance to others? That's impossible.

For him, passing the inheritance to others is tantamount to obliterating him!

Jiang Xiaoli sneered: "But it's not the same for you, it's hard to stay in this ancient battlefield, the wind and rain every day."

Jiang Xiaoli's words completely angered the false Fuxi, just as Jiang Xiaoli said, although the false Fuxi had cultivated self-awareness long ago, he was known by that hateful old man Fuxi the moment he first appeared in the world.

Fuxi disregarded the pain of tearing his soul, forcibly tore off a wisp of consciousness, put it on the body and suppressed him.

That trace of soul was the flashing white shadow that Jiang Xiaoli and Lian Xi had just seen.

But in the last few hundred years, the fake Fuxi can feel that the suppression from Fuxi has become weaker and weaker, and the time he can appear is getting longer and longer.

When the false Fuxi got angry, the sky and the earth changed color. The ancient battlefield was already full of strong evil spirits, but now it was even more Yinfeng.

Jiang Xiaoli's and Lian Xi's eyes flashed a look of heavyness at the same time. Although the false Fuxi was arrogant, he was really right in one sentence.

No matter how bad the fake Fuxi is, he is still a god. No matter how strong Lian Xi and Jiang Xiaoli are, they are still immortals, and they are still human in essence.

Both Jiang Xiaoli and Lian Xi understood that this was almost an impossible battle.

However, it is necessary to fight!

If you don't fight, you die!
Lian Xi stood in front of Jiang Xiaoli, parrying the fake Fuxi's fierce killing move, Jiang Xiaoli sacrificed eight puppet tigers behind Lian Xi, and the eight puppet tigers rushed forward with a howl, biting forcefully. False Fuxi's snake body, unfortunately, Fuxi's body is not tofu, it can be gnawed casually.

False Fuxi swung his tail with a dragon, Lian Xi and the eight puppet tigers were instantly overturned by false Fuxi, Lian Xi spit out a mouthful of blood, Jiang Xiaoli was not much better.

False Fuxi sniffed the scent of blood mixed in the air, and smiled even more happily.

Rare and rare, I haven't drank fresh divine blood for a long time, how could I expect to meet two of them today!
Hahaha, even Tiandao thinks that he is worthy of being Emperor Qing, doesn't he!
Hahaha!
He decided not to kill them!

The God Realm was destroyed and the gods disappeared. If he ate them both in one go, where would he go to find fresh divine blood in the future?

It was he who was confused.

He should turn them into blood cows!
(End of this chapter)