The villain, she raised the darling of heaven

"Although this is an outsider, she can find a large number of blood curse stones, which shows that she has a strong relationship with the curse god."

"As for refining incense... I am a dying person, and it is useless to ask for Xiangdan."

Ding Jing raised his head sharply.

The high priest wants to give out the Xiangdan?

Then her cultivation...

"The High Priest..."

Su Jingqiu raised her hand to signal to everyone not to say more.

"The tribe needs a new high priest. Before I die, I can train a high priest for the Blood Curse Clan. I will die without regret."

Everyone was silent, and there was a low weeping sound from the crowd, which was very sad for a while.

Su Jingqiu suddenly covered her arms, the veins on her forehead popped out, her teeth chattered, and she half knelt on the ground.

Everyone immediately surrounded her to support her.

"Quick, hurry up and get the incense..."

"No need, Ding Jing came in, Shen Yu, merge with Xiangdan immediately." Su Jingqiu staggered up, and caressed everyone away.

Ding Jing looked sad, couldn't bear to look at that hunched figure any more, and lowered his head silently.

Shen Yu followed Su Jingqiu into the inner room and shut everyone out.

"Get ready, Ding Jing, the young priest will fall into a coma after fusing with Xiangdan, and I will take care of you temporarily."

"Yes--"

Without any scruples, Shen Yu arranged several seventh-order formations for gathering soul power inside and outside, and handed over a dozen unowned storage bags filled with soul stones to Ding Jing.

"If the soul stone is gone, destroy this bag."

If it wasn't for this person's lack of soul power, he wouldn't need to be so troublesome, just like Xiao Bai.

Now Ding Jing completely regards Shen Yu as the high priest and let her send him around.

Shen Yu sat opposite Su Jingqiu.

As soon as the pink incense pill came out, the whole space was filled with a special fragrance, and Ding Jing could only feel that the cultivation base in his body was ready to move.

The high priest is worthy of being a high priest.

My heart is more respectful.

Bright and small beads flew from Su Jingqiu's forehead to Shen Yu's.

At the moment Xiang Dan entered her body, Shen Yu felt the golden lotus in her body spinning fast, and her soul power was ten times faster than before.

The soul stones that originally covered the room turned into nothingness at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ding Jing was dumbfounded, and when he came back to his senses, he smashed the storage bag non-stop.

The densely packed fifth-level soul stones once again covered the ground, shining softly.

Fortunately, after Xiangdan was completely integrated into the body, Shen Yu's absorption of soul power slowed down.

It's just that Su Jingqiu was terribly old, her skin was like dead leaves, her whole body was wrinkled, her bones protruded, like a mummified corpse, she fell to the ground motionless.

Ding Jing put down the things in his hands, and quickly helped Su Jingqiu up.

"High Priest?"

"High Priest?"

Su Jingqiu closed her eyes tightly, like a dead person, although she was still breathing weakly, she couldn't move.

Without Shen Yu's soul consciousness, she is just a body without a soul.

Dan Ding Jing didn't know, he hugged her to the bed and put her away, and gave her a steady stream of fragrance, but it was all in vain.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Su Jingqiu's whole body was taken over by toxins, turning dark purple and black.

Ding Jing felt uncomfortable, but he had no choice but to take the high priest out again for fear of disturbing the young priest.

"Come on, come on, come on—"

"The high priest is dead... come quickly..."

"Hurry up and get the incense—"

The whole ancient tribe was in a mess.

An older man calmly arranged for everyone: "Ding Jing, go back and guard the young priest."

The high priest is helpless, and the young priest is even more helpless.

"Yes--"

"Lin Sanxing, Gai Li and Cheng Haoran, hurry up and ask the curse god to leave for the high priest."

"Yes--"

"Li Wusi, Zhao Qiong, Suning, Zhang Shan, prepare for the incense."

"..."

The entire ancient tribe fell into panic and chaos, and people panicked.

"At most ten years, the young priest can wake up, and then he will bless us again. As long as we are sincere, we believe that the curse god will not blame us."

"Yes, hurry up to meet the curse god and pray for the young priest."

"Everyone, don't be confused. The God of Curses is merciful, and there will be no trouble. The young priest will convey blessings for us."

"We also have a young priest personally chosen by the high priest..."

The ancient blood curse clan held a grand ceremony to bury the dead Su Jingqiu.

In the place of the Blood Curse Clan, there are a total of 210 five standing plaques, each with a Blood Curse Stone in front of it.

At the top of all the stands is a statue of a god.

Ding Jing stayed inside day after day, doing nothing, just staring at those rocks he had never seen before, with several bags in his hand.

He didn't know what these stones were for, he only knew that the young priest's safety was in his hands, and the whole clan couldn't do without the young priest, so he couldn't be distracted.

…………

In the chaotic fight, a touch of whiteness was revealed.

The massacre of thousands of people is the only way to obtain the position of Holy Son, and Shen Jue is one of them.

He straightened his back, with a cold and murderous air, the swaying sunlight fell on his face, his sharp and delicate facial features were extremely aggressive, and the tear moles under the corners of his eyes shone with a coquettish cold light.

"Aren't you a disciple of Xuan Cang Palace? I've met Di Guanqing before. I don't look like you."

The person behind him held a black sword and stood among the corpses, speaking outright without knowing what he was afraid of.

In his opinion, they are in the same realm and have also experienced fighting, and the other party should also have little soul power left like him.

Shen Jue raised his eyes, squinted his eyes slightly, the corners of his raised eyes were bent into nice arcs, the corners of his lips curled up, and he smiled like a crescent moon. His expression was exactly the same as that of Shen Yu back then.

The hand under the sleeve robe held a blue sword, and a large swath of thick blood dripped down the sword.

He thought he had killed everyone who knew Di Guanqing, but he missed one.

It's good to come out by yourself, so as to save trouble in the future.

A hoarse and deep male voice suddenly sounded in the man's mind.

"Otherwise, how do you think the former Holy Son of Xuan Cang Palace died?"

The man's pupils narrowed sharply.

The former Holy Son was killed by him...

Shen Jue's white hand was stained with blood, and it was extraordinarily coquettish. When he grabbed the hilt of his sword and cut his throat with his elbow, it seemed as if he could do it smoothly.

Xiaobai got out of the man's ear and climbed onto Shen Jue's shoulder.

Shen Jue picked out all the storage bags from the sea of ​​corpses, as if he had done it thousands of times.

As long as all these people are killed, the position of the Holy Son will be his.

Shen Jue didn't think that Ah Yu just asked him to go to Xuan Cang Palace to make a compromise and be an ordinary disciple.

Ah Yu is not such a person.

In order to prevent anyone from dying, Shen Jue burned all the corpses with a black flame.

There are four left, we have to find them.

Shen Jue spread out his soul consciousness, not letting go of one place, and the black flames burned the places he passed, and disappeared into the sky after a while.

In the dark, the four dragged their seriously injured bodies and kept fleeing.

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared in the distance, getting closer and closer.

At last the man came before them.

The only thing visible under the black robe was the pair of eyes that were staring at them, cloudy and dim, with no speck of light in the pupils, unlike the eyes that a living person should have.

At this moment, they finally regretted running for the position of Holy Son. If they could do it all over again, they would be willing to be ordinary disciples.

But no matter what they thought, Shen Jue would never let them go.