The self of the heavens has billions of clones

Chapter 103 Chicken Charm

"Little thing, it's better not to resist, just obediently become my experimental product, okay?
Maybe I can help you purify your blood, and help you not be restricted by the upper blood clan, and you may become the prince of the blood clan.

At that time, you will be the authority of the blood clan. Whatever you say is right, become my servant. Wouldn't it be good for me to help you sit on the seat of the blood clan prince? "

Walon's words are like the fallen devil in hell, the devil who is best at deceiving people!
This sentence also hit his lifeblood. The title of the blood clan is not just talking about it. The control of the upper blood clan over the lower blood clan has reached an extremely harsh level.

As long as you are of a high-level bloodline, even if your strength is low, you can control the lower-level bloodlines at will.

The bloodline of the blood family determines the life of a blood family member.

Improving the bloodline is the biggest temptation for the bloodline, let alone a genius with a low-level bloodline!
Since ancient times, mediocrity has never been bewitched, but those who are bewitched are relying on their own little advantages, and then they are pretentious, and if they are fooled a little, they become a knife in their hands.

Eh!

This is the so-called unwillingness but incompetence, the brain is still very stupid, only the value as a chess piece exists on this chessboard!
The matter is already clear, this blood race has, no, maybe he himself is willing to enter this scam.

With one hand, a talisman snake in his hand bit him with one bite. After the talisman snake bit him, driven by the force of the rules, the talisman snake sealed everything about him, his muscles, bones, blood, his body. The soul of will finally became a red glass-like bead.

As soon as Wa Long stretched out his hand, the beads bounced off the ground and landed directly on his hand. Now Wa Long can grasp the power of the Chicken Charm.

Manipulating the gravitational attraction and repulsion of some things at will, the experience of practicing qi in martial arts for many years gave him a proficient control over power.

Valon saw that it was getting late, opened the window of the corridor, and jumped.

Although it's hundreds of meters high, it's nothing to supernatural beings, not to mention that Wa Long is an expert in manipulating gravity, and the power of the chicken charm made him fearless of the gravity brought by the fall.

Walong landed smoothly from a height of hundreds of meters without even stirring up a trace of dust. Walong began to walk towards the underground water pipe.

Valon doesn't want to drag on any longer. The Twelve Talismans are his focus. Only by mastering the Twelve Talismans can he rely on the power of the Twelve Talismans to use the Eight Miraculous Skills in this world to steal the origin of the world, and then subdue the Eight Demons .

In a sense, the Eight Demons are part of the origin of the world, and so are the Twelve Talismans, but I don't know how they were obtained by the Holy Lord.

If you want to subdue the eight demons, you must rely on the origin of the world, because they also belong to the origin of the world, and only by relying on the origin of the world can they be suppressed.

Otherwise, low-level power cannot cover high-level power. Only power at the same level, or power at a higher level, can cause damage to low-level or even the same level of power.

Valon has not forgotten the purpose of coming here. To control his own obsessive power, to control his own power, the twelve talismans are the best way to control his power.

In addition, you can use the eight demons to create a gossip formation in your body to wipe out your mana, restrain the growth of mana, and purify your mana.

This is also a very good method for myself, but the Eight Demons are not characters to be trifled with. If they don't get along well, they will backfire on themselves.

Once they make trouble in their own body, it will be a big trouble, so they must have enough power to control them, and then use the gossip array to seal them to fulfill themselves.

And sufficient power is the twelve spells as the cornerstone, the eight miraculous skills as the backbone, and then the application of other powers can be used to establish the gossip array that seals the eight demons.

That's why Valon didn't want to stay in New York for too long. After the four big bastards were dealt with, it was time for him to go back and seize the talisman.

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Valon entered the dark sewer.

The sewer was pitch black, and the entire sewer was silent. The sound of Valon's footsteps was so vectorial that the sewer was filled with the sound of his footsteps. At the same time, there was occasionally the sound of sewage flowing.

Wallon began to focus on finding those important positions he had marked.

"Ow!"

What Valon found was a big mouse. This mouse seemed to have entered the decaying period of old age. His blood was already passing away. Although he could feel that he was trying hard to seal his acupoints, life and death The power of it will not be within its control.

If he could really control the power of life and death, what Walong could do now was to run as far as he could. Monsters of that level were definitely not something he could deal with now.

Look for someone who can resist the power of life and death. If you don't have the combat power of a god, don't even think about it, run away! ! !
If you run slowly, it will be cold!
Although Walong is a bit proud, unrepentant and a little vengeful, his brain is definitely easy to use, and he will understand what it means to be a hero who knows the current affairs.

Sometimes when facing an enemy you can't beat, you have to let go of all self-esteem, otherwise...
Needless to say about the following things, sometimes face is very important, and sometimes face is worthless.

Especially when facing some people, your face is really worthless, you have to give up if you have to give up!

However, the rat with decaying vitality and blood in front of him didn't need the power of a spell, and could directly rely on the power of the golden bell to beat him to death.

Valon made up his mind and punched down.

The surrounding air condensed, and then there was an explosion sound instantly, and everything around it began to shatter under the pressure of the powerful fist.

Although the mouse's energy and blood have declined, it has spent its entire life struggling between death and death. The long-term battle has given him a strong perception of the threat of death.

The mouse rolled on the ground, directly dodging the fatal blow, but with just the wind of the northern fist, the skin on the mouse's back seemed to be scraped off by a knife.

The entire back was bloody, and the white spine bones could be seen.

Now it was just rubbed by the wind of the punch, and then it looked like this. You can imagine what it would be like if this punch hit it completely...

(End of this chapter)