Great Demon King

Black Jade Devil City, Thalia District.

A broken small stone house with only a few simple and rough furniture----tables and chairs, except for one iron pot. On the stone bed, there was a raging linen, and there was no woman who had lost her vitality.

The **** spirit walked into the room with a silent voice. When she reached the front of her mother's stone bed, she slammed a sigh of relief. After a few words, she slammed her head and looked up. Looking back at Han Shuo, she said, "Master, I want to I buried my mother!"

Nodded, Han Shuo didn't say anything more. He took out a few black "black stone coins" from the space ring and placed them on the cracked table in the middle of the room.

No matter which plane you are in, it takes a lot of money to bury a dead person. The Abyss is no exception. The reason why Xueling left home was to get some money to bury his mother. He did not expect to encounter some "old friends" who were hostile to him on the road. He was almost killed directly.

This poor and white boy, if not met Han Shuo, is estimated to wait for her mother's body to rot, and may not be able to earn enough money to bury her. For this newly-recognized master, there is not much hypocrisy in the blood spirit. I looked at Han Shuo’s “black stone coin” placed on the stone table, but Mulu said: “Thank you for the master.*****”

In the abyss, "black stone coins" is the largest amount of circulating gold coins. One "black stone coin" can be exchanged for ten "blue stone coins" and exchanged for one hundred "yellow stone coins". Under normal circumstances, several "blue stone coins" "You can bury a dead person well, and Han Shuo put down a few "black stone coins", which is absolutely enough to waste the blood.

"Well, you should do your things first." Han Shuo nodded and looked at the three women who stood outside the door, and retreated indifferently.

"Well, as long as there is a black stone coin, it won't take long." Blood spirit replied, and Han Shuo did not. Also walked out of the door, to Han Shuo said: "Master, there are three teachers, you are here first, etc. I will go."

"Go." Han Shuo promised.

Holding those "black stone coins", the blood spirit quickly left. This young boy's desire for power has a pathological attachment. After obtaining the blood-based basic cultivation method, he has been thinking hard about the cultivation method. From his frowning expression, the body's blood is abnormal, Han Shuo saw this early.

"Han Shuo, this child, the willpower is very tough. Just, can he really become a powerful master as you would expect?" Jie Bier looked at the back of the blood spirit, his brow wrinkled . Asked about the opening.

"Yes, he said that he can't cultivate the strength of the eight elements, the power of the four laws. In the abyss, people who can't cultivate these twelve kinds of powers are indeed a waste, as such a person can also have a strong Strength?” Silf is also a stranger, who grew up in the abyss, obviously not very optimistic about this boy.

Smiling in an inscrutable manner, Han Shuo glanced at the three women. Dao: "The strength of the eight elements, the power of the four laws, is not the path of cultivation for all. Some people are gifted. When they are born, they are destined to be different from ordinary people. If this blood spirit does not meet me, it may only be mediocre for a lifetime. However, since he is fortunate enough to meet me, and in the future will be above the many powerful, it is a matter of course."

To Han Shuo said this, the three women looked stunned and ignored. Jiebier grinned and said: "I believe in you. **** Oh, there are indeed many magical places on your body. This blood spirit, perhaps only meets you, can really get out of the way."

Han Shuo is quite satisfied with this apprentice, and there is nothing wrong with it. He stayed here with three women. Watching the **** spirits busy busy with the West, using the vast amount of money for his mother's funeral.

Originally Han Shuo and Jie Bier three women. He also planned to help the blood spirit to bury the old man together, but he was rejected by the **** rumors. He insisted on one person to do the work of his mother's loss. From this point of view, this blood spirit is indeed a dutiful son.

The abyss of the abyss did not have much cumbersome etiquette for the burial of the deceased. Through the "black stone coins", even half a day was not used, and the blood spirit handled the proper handling of his mother's funeral. After all things were done, after crying for a while, the mood returned to a calm blood and returned to the small stone house.

"Master, thank you!" Blood Spirit once again bowed to Han Shuo with a great gift, bowed down with respect and respect. \\\

"Get up, don't be so polite in the future." Han Shuo replied indifferently. After the **** body stood up, the gods moved around him and frowned. "On the cultivation of blood nerves, you have If you don't know clearly, you must ask me clearly. If you don't fully understand it, don't take it seriously. The cultivation of magical power is very dangerous. If you are not careful, you may fall into a land of annihilation. I don't want to just take you. When you accept it, you will face the loss of your apprenticeship."

This **** character is tough, but some of them are silent. Han Shuo observed it for so long, and found that his persistence is not small, but he does not seem to like to ask others, according to Han Shuo’s **** nerves in his soul. One person silently realized that he had even begun to practice some simple methods.

Xueling is not the same as Han Shuo. In the early days of Han Shuo’s mind, there was Chu’s understanding of the magical powers, and Han Shuo’s brand was in the **** mind. It’s just the **** nerves of cultivation. This blood nerve Han Shuo has not cultivated. Naturally, it is impossible to pour into the minds of the spirits of cultivation. Therefore, he is afraid that he will retreat and explore alone and will cultivate problems. ^^

Han Shuo said this, Blood Spirit reveals a rather unpleasant expression, saying: "It turned out to be like this, um, Master, I do have many places that are not clear."

"This kind of martial arts is completely different from the twelve kinds of power you know. If you only rely on the cultivation method, you can practice without any hindrance. That is incredible. Let's talk, what is the problem, the master will explain to you in detail. "Han Shuo smiles, magic practice to this realm, plus a lot of memories from Chu Yu, Han Shuo even if he does not cultivate blood, can also help him solve some of the problems in cultivation.

The blood nerves are just like the magical powers of the gods. They are nothing but authentic. However, the blood nerves and the sacred gods can make great progress in a short period of time, especially the blood spirit or the blood spirit, so the progress is naturally more rapid. However, even if Blood Spirit cultivates blood nerves to the extreme, it becomes a so-called Gorefiend, and it is still difficult to surpass Han Shuo’s cultivation of Tian Mo Da Avenue in the future.

With Han Shuo’s reminder, Xueling no longer explores alone, and seeks answers from some of the cultivation problems that he does not understand. Han Shuo is now a master of style, and he is easy to answer questions about the blood spirit, and soon pointed out a clear path of cultivation for the blood spirit.

He is the most suitable person to practice blood and nerves. Under the guidance of Han Shuo, after understanding the cultivation method, he can really control the blood in the body and use the blood nerves to practice the body's strength.

Blood Spirit has been eager to gain strength. In fact, power has always been in his body. Blood is his power! However, he did not use this method of power, but he could not release it with strength. Now, according to the method of cultivation of blood nerves, when he runs the blood in his body, he is red and bloody.

Looking at the **** spirit that seemed to be caught in the cultivation of the wonderland, Han Shuo nodded secretly and satisfied with the understanding and efforts of this disciple. Did not disturb the blood spirit, Han Shuo gestured to the three women, walked out of this small stone house, in the relaxed words outside, pointing out some of the misunderstandings of Jie Bier's spiritual cultivation.

There is a strong man in the realm of Han Shuo, and the two girls, Hemanna and Silver, have begun to meditate on the spirit of Jie Bier, trying to understand the existence of this mysterious force in the brain, among which Silf This girl, on this road, has already felt the existence of spiritual power in advance, and Hemanna is also breaking the edge.

"Adult, the enemy's spy, is inside, I'm sure." The familiar voice suddenly jumped into Han Shuo's ear. After a while, the few young people who were scared and sweaty in front of Han Shuo, With a look of arrogance, the strong one with the level of demonic power, came to Han Shuo.

In front of this demon, the young people are sincere and fearful. They are obviously **** and are ready to use this demon to deal with Han Shuo. It is only here that they have just stood still, and the blood hears the sound and comes out from inside.

"Adults, they are!" When I saw Han Shuo, this young man was a bit timid. He just thought about the origins of the person next to him. He was full of anger and pointed to Han Shuo.

The young people who came with him were also head-high, because they found the backing, and they pointed out Han Shuo loudly, as if they had forgotten the previous wolverine.

"Apprentice, use the power you just realized, kill me these clowns!" Han Shuo sneered with disdain, looked back at the **** spirit, faintly told.

"Okay, Master!" The **** natural response, a corner of the mouth smacked a cruel smile, a pair of pupils became scarlet, step by step toward a few face-faced enemies. www.ptwxz.com