Demon’s Diary

He was swallowed up by the space cracks torn apart by the mother of the worm, caught up in the space turbulence, had been in a dizzy state, and did not know how long he had been drifting, only vaguely remembered that octopus on the chest had automated into silver armor to protect the whole body from harm, while relying on the terrible resilience of the celestial fairy blood in his body and the sword ball guard, which did not cut the bones into pieces in the space storm.

In the light of the current situation, he appears to have been transferred over a small island.

I don't know where this place is yet, but it's definitely not near the two ridges anymore, but looking at the surrounding environment, it should still be in the human world.

However, as long as he was able to escape the hunt of that bloodthirsty ancestor, he was extremely fortunate.

He turned his hand and took out a medication to heal the wounds. A warm stream flowed through his body. With the blood of the fairy, his wounds recovered rapidly.

After another moment of rest, his mental strength recovered a little, and he stood up suddenly, patting a sword bag between his waist, putting away the missing gold balls on the nearby ground, at the same time with one hand a little eyebrow, dissipating the immense god, easily covering the entire island.

Here, the natural energy of heaven and earth is considerably thinner than that of the Jomtien mainland, but because of this, this small island, only a few dozen miles in size, is basically free of demonic beasts and is a very safe place.

“Huh!”

Liu Ming's face moved and there was a very familiar coloured broken arm lying on the ground beside a stone outside a dozen brothers.

He recognized at first sight that this arm was the body of the blood ancestor.

Liu Ming just turned his mind and understood what was going on.

He implicitly remembered hearing a scream from behind when a space storm broke out. It appears that the blood ancestor was also caught in a spatially turbulent crack, which cut off an arm and conveyed it here.

He was pleased that the index finger of that arm was wearing an inky green gemstone ring, which, from the faint fluctuations it emitted, was supposed to be the blood ancestor's storage ring.

Liu Ming pressed to hold the excitement in his heart, walked to the side of the blood ancestor's arm, leaned down to remove the storage ring, carefully weighed, carefully put away, then sat down on the knee of the original site, took out a medicine to restore the power and swallowed it down, and each hand held another fine spirit stone, slowly running the power.

He, at this moment, is nearly exhausted in his body, and must answer some questions before he can talk about anything else.

The island is quiet and uninterrupted.

After spending most of the day, Liu Ming recovered a little magic and eagerly removed the blood ancestor's storage ring.

I thought there would be a restraint on the storage ring, it would take a lot of effort to open it. I didn't know that he had only slightly tasted it with his powers, but if there was no god on it, I could easily erase it.

It seems that this blood ancestor is either badly injured or too far away from here, and the power of injunction has diminished.

Liu Ming penetrated the storage ring, and a moment later, a strange divine colour appeared on his face.

Waving, a bunch of things fell on the ground.

But it is a pile of spiritual stones of varying sizes, about 78 million, in addition to which there is only one seemingly dilapidated blood-red book.

He picked up the scripture, his eyes swept away, and on the cover of the broken scripture, he rarely saw the four ancient big words: the Blood River True Scripture!

He hasn't heard of it, but by name, it should be a Dictionary of Blood Taoism.

Liu Ming's face showed disappointing divine color. I thought this was Blood Ancestor, a powerful storage ring. It would give him a surprise. I didn't expect it to be this little something.

Where did he know that blood ancestors had been imprisoned at the bottom of the river for countless years, had just been released by the mother of the worm, and the dandruff, pharmacopoeia, etc. on his body had long been destroyed by him in these infinite years or when he broke out of the seal, so little spirit stone and a cultivation dictionary remained.

Liu sighed and took the spirit stone into the Sumiyami. Then he found a shaded tray to sit on his knees and looked at the book carefully.

This blood river meridian should be the cultivation technique of blood ancestors, he is still somewhat interested in the cultivation technique of Tongxuan Power.

And as the blood ancestors resented him, if he did not encounter it carefully in the future, he would certainly not let himself go.

Before he advanced the heavenly elephant, he did not expect to be able to confront Tongxuan. He only hoped to learn some features of the other party's method through this blood river, and to encounter blood ancestors in the future, which would increase the chances of escape.

Liu Ming looked at it word for word and quickly looked at the Blood River.

The first half of the book consists of eighteen chapters, detailing the complete cultivation method of the blood river from the period of the spiritual disciple to the passage of the Xuan Realm. This method is somewhat contrary to heaven. From the beginning of the spiritual disciple, it is necessary to draw the blood of living people, to the beginning of the crystallization period, and more so requires a large amount of the blood of monks.

Thus, this blood ancestor was repaired to Tongxuan, and it is not known how many living corpses to walk all the way to the present day.

Looking at the documented power and power descriptions, it is also a terrible abnormality.

However, studying the weakness of this method is not a one-and-a-half thing. Liu Ming took a rough look at the second half of the book.

In the second half of the scriptures, more than a dozen powerful blood secrets, powerful, make Liu Ming look very heartbeat.

However, most of these surgeries need to be based on the true scripture of the blood river, and are bloodier than the previous cultivation of kung fu, and most need to sacrifice many living spirits, some even high-order brothers' blood as a medium, with the end of the evil gate.

This made Liu Ming couldn't help but shake his head.

But it's not entirely unproductive after frowning and seeing the whole river.

At the end of the book, he found a secret technique that seemed useful to him, called the Great Spirit of Blood Act, which did not require external forces or the foundation of the true scripture of the blood river to practise.

Liu Ming hastily read it carefully. After a short half day, he woke up a few moments later.

According to the scriptures, this blood-spirited method is obviously a forbidden technique that can instantaneously enhance physical strength by burning one's own fine blood, and the amplification effect is not small, and can enhance about 30% of the power.

However, according to the scriptures, every time a blood spirit law is applied, it causes great harm to the body, because the secret technique is to burn the body's fine blood, and after the application, the body is weakened for a long period of time due to the depletion of the fine blood.

Liu Ming's face showed an uncontrollable ecstasy!

He is now strong in flesh, far beyond the same order of true dam body repair, if it can be strengthened by 30%, by flesh and body strength alone, it is also estimated to be able to spell astronomical master.

Despite some after-effects of this bloodshed, it is still of great value to him.

In the next few days, Liu Ming sat quietly on the island and practiced. Six or seven days later, his injuries healed and his powers recovered.

After being struck by the blood ancestors into a seriously injured coma scorpion, after several days of cultivation, he also woke up. Liu Ming refined the arm of the blood ancestors with the fire of Gendan into pure energy, and instilled it into the scorpion.

Tong Xuan's arms contain surprising energy. Not only did the scorpion's wounds heal immediately, but his body's magic surged dramatically, almost reaching the mid-term peak of Jindan, making Liu Ming feel a little comforted at the same time.

Now that the magic power has returned, Liu Ming has no intention of staying on the island.

On that day, he turned into a black light and swept in some direction.

Shortly afterwards, the frontal curtains were all clear blue waters, and the waves of waves made a noise, giving it a long-lasting feeling of refreshment.

Liu Ming flew towards the distance, and his mind spread to explore everything around him.

The sea appears to be calm, and the demon beasts in the sea are mostly the strength of the spiritual period, and even the condensate period is rare.

When Liu Ming saw this, he could not help but conjecture that he might have been transferred to a remote part of the Jomtien mainland.

After flying for almost half a day, Liu Ming's eyes suddenly flashed a bright glint and his figure suddenly stopped in the air.

A fierce collision of powers broke out over the sea dozens of miles ahead. It was just a dozen monks split into two groups and were fighting each other.

Both sides in the struggle were spiritual cultivators, one of whom was seven or eight human monks, headed by a late spiritual monk with a green knife.

On the other hand, Hershey is a group of heterogeneous people with scales, and the number is also six or seven, cultivated to the highest is a great and full silver robe strong man of the Apostle period, holding a silver three-strand fork with a long length, and fighting with the people's golden clothes big man.

Though the upper body of a strong silver robe is a human figure, the lower body has been transformed into a silver fishtail. Each time, a huge wave is raised above the surface of the sea, forcing the robe to practice retreat.

Dahan the gown was already weak to the other party, and at this moment, he fought over the sea, and was at a disadvantage. If the magic instrument was not sharp in his hand, it would not have lasted.

The remaining heterosexuals have also morphed into half-man and half-fish forms, retreating from the practice of killing slightly more ethnic brothers than they do.

“Sea Race! ”

Liu Ming's pupils suddenly contracted.

This half-man half-fish heterogeneous, in his memory, has only the battle shape of the sea in the canopy of the Yunchuan continent.

Is this the Cantersea?

Liu Ming ecstatically thought, mindful of the electric turning room, single-handedly pinched the spiritual pressure emitted on the body to the early level of condensation, the guest wrapped a black gas, and lasered towards the front.

A moment later, he arrived near the surface of the feud.

Only then did the bishops of the two communities realize the arrival of Liu Ming. Without an appointment, they separately withdrew, and looked at Liu Ming with alarm.

At this time, Liu Ming's black gas dissipated and revealed his true face.

Dahan the Golden Robe and other ethnic monks saw it clearly, and suddenly showed great joy on the face.

“Condensate stage human race! ”

The Silver Robe Haitians and others suddenly shocked and changed their expressions of fear.

(Heh, Volume 5 is finally over and Forgotten to Write Volume 6!