"Brother, save me..."
In the dream, it was still that voice. But Jiang Ming was immune to it now. In fact, he was sleeping extremely soundly.
Ignoring that cry for help. A soft and cute loli voice calling you brother by your ear. You'd have to grin in your dream.
The next day, Jiang Ming got up early to practice cultivating qi. He sat in the courtyard and breathed in the blue smoke floating in the air in the morning.
According to Chong Heihu, that was the residual moonlight. And the evening glow at night was the essence of the sun. Although the Misty Qi Absorbing Method was not a top-notch method, it was also an authentic cultivation method of the Three Teachings.
Before long, the residual moonlight between heaven and earth disappeared. Jiang Ming also ended his cultivation.
At the dining table, the father and son silently drank porridge and ate buns. At another table were Uncle Fu and Zheng Lun and the others. They were eating with loud noises.
Jiang's father put down his bowl and waited for Jiang Ming to finish eating. Then he said, "Come on. Follow me."
A wave of excitement surged in his heart. Real demon king's blood! Invincible at the same rank. Did he actually have the treatment of the protagonist?
Following his father, he came to the secret room again. But there was also a bucket of demon blood beside it at some point. The blood red was mixed with a little silver. And there was also a fragrance. It seemed to be sandalwood?
Jiang's father's face was solemn. "Father doesn't know how the real blood of the demon king will be different from ordinary demon blood. So father doesn't know what changes will happen later. If you regret now, there is this bucket of demon blood of the six-armed white ape as an option."
"What rank is this six-armed white ape?" Jiang Ming asked.
"Sixth rank."
"I choose the real blood of the demon king."
The timid starve to death. The bold are stuffed to death. There was a chance to be invincible at the same rank and stand on the same starting point as those top geniuses in the world. How could he let it go?
Even if there was a risk of life.
"Good. You are really my son. Riches and honor are found in danger. It's not in vain that I braved the wind and dew outside for several months to get this thing."
Patting the bucket of six-armed white ape blood, Jiang's father didn't say anything. Just one word. Strip!
Jiang Ming took off his clothes and pants. After moving his body, he slowly immersed himself in the blood pool.
In an instant, a tearing feeling exploded instantly. Jiang Ming directly let out screams. After all, there were only the father and son. There was no need to pretend to be a tough guy.
That feeling was like being skinned with a small knife. Damn it. Last time when he saw Chong Heihu and Zheng Lun washing their marrow without making a sound, he thought it was nothing. But he didn't expect it to be so painful!
Then a rumbling sound like a great river surging came from Jiang Ming's body.
"This is washing the marrow with demon blood. Hold on." Jiang's father reminded from the side.
Jiang Ming was in so much pain at this moment that he couldn't hear clearly at all. But fortunately, although he was screaming, he was also determined. He directly immersed himself in the blood pool without any blind spots at 360 degrees.
The gurgling demon blood like mercury instantly poured into Jiang Ming's nine orifices.
"Roar -"
A terrifying roar sounded in Jiang Ming's mind. At the same time, accompanied by endless killing intent. Jiang Ming suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a blood-red color.
He was possessed!
Seeing this, although Jiang's father's expression didn't change, he seemed to have expected it. He quickly picked up the six-armed white ape blood on the side and poured it down with a gurgling sound.
This six-armed white ape was very intelligent. It had listened to a high monk's lectures for decades. It even shed its demon nature and comprehended a bit of Zen meaning. In terms of value, it was not comparable to ordinary sixth-rank demon blood at all.
Sure enough, under the neutralization of the six-armed white ape's demon blood, Jiang Ming's demon nature was suppressed.
Seeing this, Jiang's father finally breathed a sigh of relief.
And after Jiang Ming regained consciousness, he was also filled with fear. Just now, he seemed to have fallen into a sea of blood. Countless corpses were floating and sinking in it. There were demons, humans, and some terrifying and strange creatures. They should all have been killed by the owner of this demon blood.
That boundless and crazy killing intent was not something he could resist. He was instantly lost in it. Fortunately, his father was awesome and poured that bucket of white ape blood in time.
But Jiang Ming overlooked that there was a huge difference between the third rank and the sixth rank.
After two hours of calmness, Jiang Ming's marrow washing hadn't ended yet. But Jiang's father secretly thought it was not good. The longer the time, naturally the more benefits he could get. But the effect of the six-armed white ape blood was almost gone!
But at this moment, it was 根本 impossible to interrupt. Otherwise, Jiang Ming would either die or be disabled.
Jiang Ming didn't know this at the moment. After the pain passed, there was a burst of comfort. That feeling was like changing an old creaking bearing to a titanium alloy one smeared with oil. Enjoying smoothness.
At the same time, there appeared countless blood-red patterns all over Jiang Ming's body. They were densely packed like big tendons and wrapped around him.
A piece of information entered Jiang Ming's mind. Bloodline supernatural power - Blood God's Wrath!
Be happy when seeing blood. Be angry when smelling blood. A million corpses lie. Blood flows and floats the oars.
As long as he saw blood, whether it was the enemy's or his own, Jiang Ming could obtain endless energy. He would never be tired. Even become stronger and stronger as he fought. As for those enhancements such as strength, speed, and perception, they were all incidental.
Of course, it was best to be the enemy's. Otherwise, if his own blood flowed dry, he would also be finished.
This kind of supernatural power was simply a godly skill on the battlefield. One person could be worth a million troops. Jiang Ming's mouth was almost split open.
But just as the saying goes, misfortune lies within fortune. And fortune lies within misfortune. Before long after being happy, the killing intent in the real demon king's blood eroded again. The blood patterns on Jiang Ming's body emitted a bright red light. His eyes were constantly struggling between clarity and chaos.
"Hold on. It's almost over..." Jiang's father stared at his son tightly and clenched his fists.
The rumbling sound was gradually weakening. This meant that Jiang Ming's marrow washing was also coming to an end.
But at this moment, the situation was extremely critical. He couldn't hold on anymore!
"Ah roar!" Jiang Ming let out a roar that didn't sound like a human voice. Only to see the demon blood in the pool quickly drying up. And the blood patterns on his body became even more vivid.
Not good!
Jiang's father's heart trembled. His son was possessed.
And Jiang Ming who was possessed at this moment had only one thought in his heart. Kill, kill, kill. Kill all living beings!
Looking up and seeing Jiang's father, the blood patterns on his body kept flashing. Jiang Ming rushed out and punched his father.
Bang!
Although Jiang Ming successfully washed his marrow with the real demon king's blood and was also possessed. It could be said that he was ten times stronger when he was 黑化. Much stronger than those ordinary ninth-rank warriors. In his current state, if Zheng Lun and Chong Heihu didn't use supernatural powers and spells, he could beat them alone.
But Father Jiang Shi was already an eighth-rank warrior. The protective true qi he had cultivated over the years was extremely thick and almost wrapped his whole body. Jiang Ming's seemingly fierce attack didn't have much effect.
The internal energy couldn't penetrate. Instead, it even shook his hands so that the flesh split open and oozed out streams of blood.
Father-son duel.
But while Jiang's father dealt with his son's tireless attacks, he was thinking of a countermeasure. If there was really no other way, he could only wait for him to exhaust his strength and then ask someone to treat him.
But he didn't know the awesomeness of Jiang Ming's bloodline supernatural power at all.
At this moment, Jiang Ming who was unconscious. The blood on his hand instantly triggered Blood God's Wrath. The blood-red patterns were like big tendons intertwined, making him even more ferocious.
Endless strength continuously emerged from Jiang Ming's body.
If they fought like this, I'm afraid that in the end, either Jiang's father would die from exhaustion or Jiang Ming would die from bleeding.
After fighting for half an hour, Jiang Shi also noticed that something was wrong. Why was this kid getting more and more energetic as he fought? How much internal energy could a newly ranked person have to squander.
For this abnormal phenomenon, he could only think of one result. Bloodline supernatural power!
This... I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
And drops of sweat began to ooze from Jiang's father's forehead. The longer it was delayed, the deeper the degree of being possessed. At that time, I'm afraid it would really be impossible to save him. He could only capture this kid first.
Only a loud bang was heard. The powerful true qi continuously pressed towards Jiang Ming. Jiang's father's big hand quickly grabbed Jiang Ming. Suddenly, a huge force hit him and smashed him out.
"Whoa, what great strength!"
The father and son fought a few more rounds. But Jiang's father couldn't capture Jiang Ming.
This kid's speed, strength, and reaction were almost the same as his now. Except for the protective true qi, it could be said that Jiang Ming was not much different from an eighth-rank warrior. Therefore, he could only protect himself and 根本 couldn't capture Jiang Ming without getting injured.
He could only be ruthless!
Just at this moment, a force suddenly emerged from Jiang Ming's body. His face was a mixture of purple and green. A wisp of blue smoke and purple glow sprayed out from his seven orifices. At the same time, there was also a cloud of blood mist.
The bright red blood patterns on his body dimmed. And Jiang Ming's eyes gradually regained clarity.
"So tired..."
Jiang Ming only had time to say this before he fell to the ground with a bang.
Jiang's father quickly stepped forward to check. Seeing that he was just asleep, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was a narrow escape.