The Lord who use immortals as food

The brilliant golden eyes shrouded him in an instant, and the whole world seemed to have turned into a cliff. Pei Ye was suddenly about to fall, but the next moment the rope formed from the quail's head held him tightly, and Pei Ye was stretched back again. In the real world, the bright golden eyes of the Son of God are still in front of you.

The mountain feather had penetrated its forehead and emerged from the back of its head, but it seemed to be just a skin injury worth noting, causing no impact at all.

——When Mingming Liuli came straight for the first time, those tentacles suddenly stood in the way!

Pei Ye identified this spot, so why did it seem like he was being fooled when he actually thrust his sword into it?

However, the golden eyes of the Son of God remained calm and indifferent, without any hint of ridicule.

Pei Ye didn't have time to think about why this happened. His body, which had already given all his strength to the last sword, had no room for change at this time. The help was still blocked behind him. After he couldn't eat his mind, a dragon shadow roared from behind, fiercely Hitting the boy's back.

The sound of cracking bones was like a handful of wheat straw being crushed into pieces in the hand. The boy fell to the ground like a sack. Within two breaths, a small pool of dark red blood dripped on the ground.

Being restrained first and then supported by Bengxue, the body was already seriously injured, and the Son of God's final blow did not spare any force. For the five-life cultivator, this was a serious injury that was close to death.

Pei Ye lay paralyzed on the ground, panting, trying to seal the bleeding wound with the remaining zhenqi, but his body almost exploded under the blow, and there were already more wounds than zhenqi.

This is how a fight between the weak and the strong takes place. He must use all his strength to raise the bet, but he has no control over whether the result in the dice cup is high or low.

Once you make a wrong bet, there are no second chances.

Pei Ye has experienced many life-and-death battles, and he has won every time. But at this time, the consequences of losing showed its real fangs to him for the first time - he, Pei Ye, never had one more life than others.

Liuli struggled to break free, but was strangled tightly to death.

Those broken tentacles have begun to be repaired again, the scales are reborn one by one, and the flesh and blood are replenished. The Son of God had looked at Li Mingqing indifferently, and in the white mist behind him, the shadow of the dragon was meandering.

Its breath has not weakened in the slightest.

It seems that this body will not be damaged at all, or it actually has its own limits, but Pei Ye can no longer organize a second attack like this.

There is no chance to organize a second time.

Facing such an enemy, the Quail-headed Snow Sword was completely useless, and Black Chi was equally powerless. And their most reliable reliance on this trip, Zhan Xin Liuli, also lost his due control in the sudden remote teleportation.

With a roar, the tentacle pierced down again, and the forced wind first crushed the pool of blood beneath him into a large piece of miserable flowers.

Pei Lieyi lay on the ground, suffocating, and the tip was pointed directly at his throat.

Pei Ye gritted his teeth and looked directly at it. Chi fire burst out from the void again, but neither the person nor Chi could squeeze out any more profound energy.

The bright light of the heat wave blocked the dragon shadow, and was shattered to pieces in the next moment.

The heavy shadow shattered him within a fraction of a second. Pei Ye tried his best to stand up with his sword, but Hei Chi had already swooped up, intending to use Chi's body to withstand the blow.

On the other side, this uncontrollable thing has set its sights on the girl in green who is holding a sword in front of the stage.

Li Pingqing's pale face was like a piece of ice covered with snow.

When the barrier of the scaly wall was dispersed, the young man was hitting the ground. Shan Yu's hand was messy and he was broken and collapsed in a pool of blood. This scene hit her brain like a hammer.

She had never seen the boy look like this.

He is always omnipotent

Li Mingqing didn't think about it anymore. This was not the time to indulge her emotions. She tightly restrained the fear in her heart about this scene, tried hard to order her clenched heart and lungs to start functioning again, and stared at the thing behind the wall with her eyes. .

There must be a way

She had seen many things in Yi Zhai, but she never had time to sort them out. Yi Chengxin said that she wanted to enter the secret realm of Zizhu to assassinate the Son of God - why should she?

". Open your eyes and look at each other. Within three breaths, you will enter the realm of gods, and you can use swords and candles to poison your heart."

Li Mingqing's heart and lungs suddenly suffocated. On the high platform, the plain golden eyes were cast towards her.

[Quail Head] can indeed block this gaze, but the result of the blockage is Pei Ye today.

"Sword, candle, heart poison".

Is the "Telepathy Candle" really a weapon?

It is clearly a thaumaturgy aimed at people's hearts. How can it work against such an emotionless thing? ?

If it is true, Yi Danjun also masters this technique. Since she no longer believes in Xianjun, why doesn't she use this technique to kill the Son of God?

Why didn't the servants of the imperial edict refuse to let [Quail Head] in?

Are these messages from Yi Chengxin true or false?

Countless thoughts passed through the girl's mind in an instant, and this information had been lingering in her mind since she entered the bamboo forest.

Pei Ye was dealing with Huansilou, and Black Cat was creating opportunities for her. She was the only one who truly faced everything head-on and saw the details, big and small.

She should know better.

However, until this moment, everything was still shrouded in fog, but the situation was already approaching.

Li Mingqing clutched the hilt of the sword tightly, and various things were swirling in her mind. She eagerly wanted to penetrate them and grasp the final hinge, but she could not see its shape clearly.

The young man's look of being just one final blow away from death made her almost collapse.

However, the thing he feared the most finally arrived - in fact, only three or two breaths later, the unpretentious dragon shadow swooped down towards the dying young man.

As this scene reflected on her pupils, Li Mingqing felt that everything suddenly became unreal, her heart and lungs clenched tightly, and all the anxious thoughts in her mind instantly dissipated. She climbed onto the throne of the Son of God with her sword regardless of risk.

Jiao Ying didn't stop her, but looked at her with his golden eyes.

So for the first time, Li Mingqing saw this face so close and so clearly.

The fine scales, sharp lines, thin lips, cold eyebrows and all these weird things couldn't completely replace the inherent airs of this face.

Li Mingqing's pupils slowly dilated, and this touch of familiarity hit her heartstrings hard. Her body and mind seemed to be suddenly penetrated by an icicle. The girl's voice was hoarse and she blurted out: "Yi-Dan-Jun!!"

The Son of God's movements suddenly froze.

At this moment, Li Mingqing felt exhausted all over. She let go of her sword and gritted her teeth, staring straight at those plain golden eyes!

In an instant, the world changes.

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Yi Danjun never died.

This turns out to be the [Edict]. Of course this is the [Edict].

Li Mingqing has been thinking about what the so-called "Lingzhao Divine Son" is. It can exist in the offerings of the Dragonborn, or it can be a channel for the Immortal Lord to convey his will, but it should also have its own origin.

How does it appear? How to die? And is it possible to live forever?

If every thirty years, the Son of God becomes "unconscious", then for thousands of years, haven't the Dragonborns lost their [Edict] due to some kind of accident?

If the Son of God had no food at that time, would he die or what? How can the dragonborn find a replacement again?

Now everything is answered.

It turns out that there is no such thing as a "Son of God" in the world. It is just what a Son of Zhao looks like after he ascends the throne and takes charge of the "Edict Map" and suffers thirty years of erosion.

Of course it can be "knowledgeable", so it listens to the immortal king's edict and engraves it on the altar. When the servants who receive the edict come to take it, it will not hurt them.

But human consciousness will always be gradually worn away by such a high will. For Zhaozi, who has been trained since childhood, this time is thirty years.

It was not the son of Lingzhao who brought the secret realm of purple bamboo, but this ancient purple bamboo forest that regulated everything for the descendants of Fengzhao dragons today.

It is ethereal and cold, just like a real fairyland. Gao Miao's will is everywhere like mist. Anyone who enters it will have their five senses confused and their minds crazy. Even if they have the power of [Quail Head], they are always in the middle between reality and illusion. , unable to penetrate its origin.

But the Immortal Lord’s secret edict will ring here.

If you want to listen to the immortal edict, you must first enter the purple forest. The dragon descendants wrote the unique mystical art of the heart, "The Candle of the Heart", just to enter this bamboo forest like a pilgrim.

You must first have a strong "candle sword" before you can enter and maintain your mind, and then you can sit on the throne for thirty years under the erosion of the immortal will. If the mind is not calm, the candle and the sword will not be extinguished.

Therefore, there must be enough fatal "heart poison" before the next imperial edict can leave the possibility of killing him.

Yi Chengxin said, "The Immortal Lord passes down the edict, and the person who listens is the [Son of God]." They have not obtained any more information about this mysterious "edict", but at this time the girl can already put it into A suitable location - it is the core of this purple bamboo forest. Only those who are in charge of it can listen to the edict passed down by the Immortal Lord.

It is not that one can become a Son of God after living in the Purple Bamboo Forest for a long time - whether one is in charge of the imperial edict or not is the most essential difference between a [Godly Son who listens to the Imperial Edict] and a servant who obeys the Imperial Edict.

Such a creature, Yang Zhaoren, is the first.

After she managed everything in the Yi family, she entered the bamboo forest and ascended the throne, thus establishing a connection with the immortal king's will. And just this connection caused her body to transform into rose blood and black scales, and her consciousness was gradually annihilated by complete indifference - or assimilated - and became the current [Lingzhao Divine Son].

[Lingzhao Divine Son] is the product of the unconscious will. It only has the instinct of survival and strength, and does not bear responsibilities for anyone. Of course, Zhushijiao cannot let it block the road to Lingzhao.

At this time, it is necessary to [pass the imperial edict], and what is passed on is the "imperial edict".

The next imperial edict who comes to pass the imperial edict does not need to drive this body off the throne, she only needs to replace the consciousness within it.

"[Chaozi]: Yang Zhaoren

[Candle Sword]: Taiyi.

[Heart Poison]: Love, the night when the seal is removed from the clothes. "

The imperial edicts are not mentally refined, nor can they serve the Immortal Lord wholeheartedly. They must be emotionally intact people, and must have human scars deep in their hearts.

Before entering the country, Zhaozi would carve his heart poison on the altar, so every time the edict was passed on, the new Zhaozi would follow the guidance of this heart poison and wipe out the consciousness of his closest relatives with his own hands. For the next thirty years, Years later, I will take over this fate myself.

This goes on and on.

Thirty years ago, the Son of God swallowed the flesh and blood of Lord Yidan, and Lord Yidan took over the body of the Son of God.

If [Son of God] is this invincible monster body, then over the past thirty years, Yi Danjun has been its new consciousness.

So when another thirty years come, Yi Chengxin will follow the records on the altar and use the "Heart Candle" to detonate the heart poison and erase the eldest sister's consciousness.

Only this time, what she wants to do is not what Yi Danjun did, but what Yang Zhaoren did back then.

She will not dedicate her body to become the new Son of God, but will erase her consciousness, take away the "Edict", leave here by marrying far away, and take root again in another place where no one pays attention.

This is the sharp conflict between the servants of the imperial edict and Yi Chengxin.

[Quail Head] can purify the soul and guard the spiritual consciousness. Is it because of its protection that the imperial edict can temporarily hold the imperial edict without being infected?

Li Mingqing thought of the mysterious and beautiful drawing that the young man showed him. The thing that attracted them so far has not shown the slightest trace. She doesn't know where it will be, but there is nothing more for her to think about at this time. It's time.

There would be nothing wrong with at least killing this thing first, and there wouldn't be anything wrong with at least stopping its tentacles that stabbed the boy first.

Everything else will be left to the boy and the kitten.

Li Mingqing met the pair of golden eyes facing each other without hesitation, and fell into the illusion of its heart candle.

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In front of Pei Ye.

The tentacle that shot straight down in front of him suddenly had a messy trajectory. Pei Ye struggled to avoid it, and it crashed onto the ground beside him. Hei Chi coiled his body to block the flying rocks for him.

But the young man was already on the edge of the high platform when he suddenly collapsed. He turned over and fell into the air, falling directly onto the high platform.

Before landing, Hei Chi held him up first.

"What's going on?" Pei Ye gasped for blood. He immediately raised his head and looked at the girl in green who had climbed onto the high platform. In front of the sky full of dragon shadows, she looked extremely small and fragile, but she carried this huge monster with her. Fell into silence.

"She just said this thing is Yi Danjun." Hei Chi supported him to stand up, "She used the telepathic candle to enter its state of mind."

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The girl blurted out both uncontrollably and intentionally, because when the three words "Yi Danjun" were passed into the ears, the person who only listened to the girl's narration of the incident had the key to roughly connect the things.

"Can the Telepathic Candle defeat it?" Pei Ye's voice was hoarse.

Hei Chi was silent for a moment: "She has not yet mastered the Candle Sword. She can only rely on the altar texts to find it, and her mood has long been exhausted."

Pei Ye gritted his teeth and tried to control his thoughts. He still remembered Liuli's sword directed straight to the forehead, which completely woke up the dragon shadow in the sky - what was it afraid of?

But at this moment, some old-fashioned breath came from his nose. He turned his head, and his eyes were shocked by where he fell.

This is the back side of the high platform. There are no purple bamboos growing on it, and no white stones paving the ground. Instead, it is a huge circular space.

A huge, regular, and abrupt circle, like a shape cut out of a painting.