Wang Youfu, one of the protectors of the Blood God Sect, kept beating Zhao Wujiang.
Zhao Wujiang's smile grew brighter, his blocked cultivation became looser, and his whole body was surging with energy and blood.
"Okay, stop."
Xiao Chen's eyes became brighter and brighter as he saw that this giggling fool was being beaten so hard that his blood was surging. It was a good time to use the cornerstone of the Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Skill to devour him.
He hadn't seen such a person with such strong energy and blood for a long time.
Wang Youfu stopped, nodded and bowed, and he could clearly see the admiration for him in the eyes of the sect leader.
He often speculates on the thoughts of the sect master. He is extremely discerning and knows that the sect master probably wants to enjoy this idiot blood slave as soon as possible.
He dragged Zhao Wujiang toward the Beast Taming Hall and came to a bronze secret door.
Inside the secret door is a specially built secret room in the Beast Taming Palace. It is the place where the sect leader Xiao Chen practices his own secrets and devours blood slaves.
As for why he didn't devour it directly in the Beast Taming Hall, according to the sect leader Xiao Chen, he didn't want other blood slaves to see it. He was too afraid. Fear would affect the blood slaves' vitality.
Xiao Chen's mood became better and better.
In the past year, he has been fortunate enough to comprehend the cornerstone of the peerless magical power, the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Art. His subordinates are discerning and capable. Now he has found an extremely rare blood slave with strong vitality and blood. It is destined that he, Xiao Chen, will grow rapidly. Get up and dominate in the future.
He walked towards the bronze secret door of the secret room, which was slowly opened by his thoughts.
There was a "boom" sound, and I thought that this bronze secret door was not ordinary thick.
Wang Youfu lowered his head, with a flattering look on his face, and pushed Zhao Wujiang into the secret room. His movements were no longer as rough as when he beat Zhao Wujiang before, but more gentle.
It seemed that the person he pushed into the secret room was not a blood slave with strong blood, nor was he a fool.
But he, Wang Youfu, will be blessed with wealth and honor, and will be promoted to an elder.
Xiao Chen approached the secret door of the secret room with a smile on his eyebrows:
"After this sect leader has absorbed this blood slave, you will go to the elder of the Punishment Hall and receive a Foundation Establishment Pill."
"Thank you, sect master. Thank you, sect master."
Wang Youfu's expression became more and more flattering. He was so happy that he got the promise he wanted, and his heart was filled with excitement.
The other guardians not far away were so jealous that their eyes turned red.
Xiao Chen nodded and stepped into the secret room.
The bronze door of the secret room closed with a bang, and Xiao Chen's smile spread more and more on his face. He walked to the blood slave who was standing there stupidly, and comforted his prey:
"Don't be afraid, this sect leader is kind-hearted and will not let you feel too much pain."
In the secret room of the Beast Taming Hall, the oil lamps on the wall flickered, and the bright and dark lights reflected on the faces of the two people.
Xiao Chen had a proud smile on his face. He licked his lips and looked at Zhao Wujiang as if he were looking at his prey.
Zhao Wujiang also had a smile on his face, his eyes no longer became deeper and deeper, and his smile gradually stopped being stupid, but returned to a gentle and jade-like expression. He looked at the leader of the Blood God Sect as if he were looking at prey.
When Xiao Chen was about to use the lame star-absorbing method to suck Zhao Wujiang's flesh and blood, he felt a strong and clear suction force.
He suddenly became happy, thinking that he had suddenly understood the true meaning of the cornerstone spirit formula.
But soon, he discovered something was wrong.
He felt that all his cultivation and something extremely important in his body were flowing crazily towards the blood slave in front of him.
He was horrified in his heart, and wanted to mobilize his cultivation to prevent it from dissipating, but his body could not move, and only his plain white robe moved without any wind.
He saw that the blood slave he regarded as his prey had lost his stupidity and honesty, and his eyes had become extremely clear and deep. He smiled gently at him and nodded in greeting. There seemed to be a kind of appreciation from the superior to the inferior, just like he had shown the protector before. Wang Youfu's appreciation was the same, but more pure and domineering.
He was terrified and could clearly feel that he was getting weaker and weaker.
He wanted to scream, but it seemed that even his voice was swallowed up by the person in front of him.
He could only watch helplessly as his cultivation level continued to be devoured.
