The leader of the Blood God Sect felt the increasingly intense demonic energy and the purple mist rising. He shook like chaff and said flatteringly:
"Master Demon Lord, look, what else do you want to know? I will tell you everything you know.
I just ask you to spare this villain’s life. "
Zhao Wujiang looked down at the leader of the Blood God Sect and said calmly:
"How many people have you imbibed while practicing the spiritual art?"
"More than a hundred..." Xiao Chen's voice was trembling, and he explained:
"Master Demon Lord, these more than a hundred are all mortals. No one will come to seek revenge if they die. If they seek revenge, they will just kill them.
At the same time, it will not attract the attention of other practitioners. Lord Demon Lord, you can just practice here.
I, the little man, will clear the surroundings for you. "
As soon as Xiao Chen finished speaking, the purple mist fox tail swayed behind Zhao Wujiang. A fox tail stretched out, as flexible as human five fingers, wrapped around Xiao Chen's neck, and lifted Xiao Chen up.
"Sir...Sir, please..." Xiao Chen's cheeks turned red, his eyes were bloodshot and red, and saliva kept dripping from his mouth, begging for mercy with difficulty.
The purple mist fox tail was like a fish swimming in a river, constantly swaying, guarding Zhao Wujiang.
Zhao Wujiang smiled gently. He no longer had the stupidity he had when he first came to this world as the silly son of the village chief's family. He also lost the gentleness and jade that he had from the beginning to the end. There was now a hint of indifference and a hint of demonic treachery.
The fox's tail was like a hand, strangling Xiao Chen tighter and tighter. Blood began to pour from Xiao Chen's mouth and nose. His eyes were filled with begging and resentment. He kept kicking his feet, trying to struggle away, but it was all in vain.
His breath became increasingly confused and sluggish. After three breaths, he had no breath and his limbs were hanging down limply.
This morning, he was still looking forward to the future. As long as he devoured these villagers and successfully practiced the cornerstone of the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique, he, Xiao Chen, would surely reach a high position in the future.
But in just one day, he received his so-called retribution, being strangled to death by a big demon.
Foxtail did not let go of Xiao Chen, but kept tearing Xiao Chen's clothes apart, groping for Xiao Chen's personal belongings.
Zhao Wujiang was calm and gentle, just savoring his current power.
The leader of the Blood God Sect thought he was a demon, and when he used his power, purple mist filled his body, and the demonic aura was everywhere. Now six fox tails grew out of the purple mist, swaying behind him.
With a thought in his mind, these six tails, just like his arms, showed his powerful cultivation with dexterity.
This feeling was so wonderful that Zhao Wujiang didn't know how to describe it.
He thought back to the past and extrapolated his current state.
The purple mist is tinged with red, and there is also a hint of coquettish grass green, this color is particularly familiar.
Demon pill!
The demon pill given by Linlang!
He suddenly thought that the aura of purple mist demonic energy was exactly the same as the demonic elixir that High Priest Linlang kissed him.
With a thought in his mind, he tried to take back the demonic energy.
The next moment, the six fox tails dissipated like clouds and quickly rushed towards his body.
Only then did he feel the difference.
At first, he thought that when he came to this world, his soul merged into a new body. The soul and body needed to adapt, so he felt an indescribable sense of incompatibility.
Now he discovered that this was not the case.
He, Zhao Wujiang, has no flesh and blood.
The current state is nothing more than a body constructed by the soul based on the demonic elixir and demonic energy.
In order to verify his idea, Zhao Wujiang once again tried to control the demonic energy.
Immediately afterwards, his body began to mist, and purple mist particles floated out from his cheeks, which quickly disappeared, as if a piece was slowly missing.
He didn't know why, but he liked this feeling a little, and had a sense of déjà vu.
After a breath, the secret room of the Blood God Sect's Beast Taming Hall was already filled with purple mist and filled with evil energy.
After another breath, the purple mist shrank and turned into Zhao Wujiang's figure.
Zhao Wujiang snapped his fingers.
A thin layer of lavender mist covered his cheeks, and his original face began to change. In an instant, he turned into the appearance of the previous leader of the Blood God Sect.
"Demons are indeed changeable."
Zhao Wujiang felt this wonderful feeling, but soon, he frowned.
