Arad's crooked savior

The eight factions in the demon world are well-known in detail, and they are powerful enough to become a powerful faction. The success rate of the transplantation of the Dark Eye of the Kaxiu Sect is extremely low. If they fight, they will explode and die, and their souls will be blown away.

The second promised ring of domination has extremely strong backlash side effects, and the user always bears the resentment of the dominated.

Although contract magic has no side effects, it emphasizes reaching empathy with the summoned beast and requires very high talent.

In other words, there are a series of cultivation factions such as elements, dark magic, mind energy, etc. Basically, talent and hard work are indispensable. Step by step, you can climb to higher places and see a broader scenery.

However, the fighting spirit of the Ghost Clan is an ability to rapidly advance in realm at the expense of others, which is an incredible perversion.

Raising slaves is like raising a group of food that can be eaten at any time, using other people's bones to create your own path to heaven.

If it were the peace-loving elves, or humans with higher sanity limits, they should be able to limit the side effects of the fighting spirit secret method in time, and ban and burn it from the very beginning.

But the Ghost Tribe is a race similar to the macho men of the universe. They have an extremely war-loving character, have a bad temper, are fond of fighting, value physical fitness, and the secret method of fighting qi that they can practice quickly is tailor-made for them.

If you don’t use it and others do, the gap will widen.

The convergence of various factors resulted in the tragedy of the Talma Empire. Cannibalism was commonplace, and powerful people even took the lead in cannibalism. The stable society gradually collapsed.

The most powerful ones were also betrayed by their relatives and tried to replace them... The former glorious empire was burned to the ground.

An excellent emperor should be both internal and external, wise and far-sighted, but that era was rotten to the core from top to bottom.

Now, nothing has changed.

"Casillas, promise me that you will become the future emperor of Aiken and reverse the desperate situation of the ghost clan. The race that kills each other cannot see a further future. We are turning into beasts."

The old man's slightly turbid eyes are as bright as the sun at this moment. Internal friction can still keep the fire, but once a foreign enemy invades, it will be a mass extinction of the sky and the earth.

Moreover, the practice of fighting spirit will cause the already weird bodies of the ghost clan to become even more distorted and mutated. For example, Drazan and Sasha look like terrifying evil spirits emerging from hell.

The original physical characteristics of the ghosts and shadows were just a tall body and horns on their heads, but now they are about to degenerate into ferocious beasts.

As long as Casillas agrees to become that emperor, he is willing to reproduce the fatal sword for reference.

"I'm not interested, and I can't do it." The fourth uncle admitted readily, and he was very self-aware. The Ghost Clan was extremely ill and couldn't find a good medicine.

Just wait until a powerful race similar to the space demons invades Aiken, and it will be like a tsunami rushing towards the sand castle, destroying everything.

War in the Eternal Land... Civil War in the Eternal Land.

Casillas believed that he was just a reckless swordsman, not a state-level talent.

Maybe Held, who was wearing the mask of tears, had a hundred ways to solve the problem, but he really had no solution. He had no solution at all. It was really difficult for him to use his brain.

How can a swordsman, who is ignorant and illiterate, use his pen to deal with such tiny things?

Casillas was raised as a fighting ghost when he was a child, that is, as a slave.

If Yasin, his master at the time, had not allowed him to study with him, he would have been killed as a fighting ghost before he awakened the power of the apostle, not to mention whether he could read or write.

"Ahem, as an outsider, I shouldn't make blind suggestions, but reality does have a very clear reference example..." Ye Lin breathed softly, soothing his mind, and experiencing the demise of a civilization was very emotional for him. improvement.

Including Siatt and others, they are also very touched. The Talma Empire, which was once glorious in the past, has now smashed its plaques, trampled on the city walls, melted exquisite works of art into swords of war, and turned the books that accumulated civilization into Fire in the furnace.

"Lord Sodros, how do you feel?" Feng Ying was very respectful. The other party was a senior and had given her some pointers.

"Maybe it's because I've experienced several times when countries were shattered, so I don't have much of a feeling about it," Soderos replied.

More than two thousand years ago, when he was famous in the mainland for his swordsmanship, the dark elves had just been cursed by Venus, Aragorn, the Lord of the Holy Spirit, was still alive, and the Xuzu had just been purified of the light in the sky by the first-generation witch.

"You have a way, and I'd like to hear the details." The fourth uncle was a little moved. Although he was not suitable for the old man's decisive sword, he could still be of help to him.

Before he truly faced his inner demons, he desperately tried to seize every opportunity to become stronger. Even a glimmer of understanding would be helpful.

"Heaven, Dragon King Bakar, magic blocking order!"

Bakar cut off the magical civilization in the heavens, and those who disobeyed the order died. Then, in the desperate situation, a technological civilization was born, which is now brilliant.

Is the Ghost Clan really fearless? I'm afraid not necessarily. It's just because their situation is too comfortable. Civil war has been going on for thousands of years, and there is no real crisis of annihilation.

Great men with far-sighted vision can see the wind and waves at the end of their sight. They have a majestic figure and a heart for the world, but they feel that their fate is over and they only lament. They only hope that those who come after will inherit this heart.

Casillas stroked his sword in silence for a long time, until he figured something out, he nodded and said: "In the future, I will set out to challenge an enemy that is almost impossible to win. If I can come back alive, I promise you, Try to change the situation of the Ghost Clan."

Modifying the shortcomings of the Dou Qi secret method is also a feasible way, but there is still a long way to go.

"good."

The ghost clan who rushed into the old royal capital are still plundering wantonly, secret techniques, weapons and armor...

Yimi Wu's disguised doll had long since exhausted its energy and shattered. Xiao Su and You Xia revealed their true faces. Many ghosts wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to eat a "small snack" and tear their delicate skin.

They were all numb, their faces were cold and expressionless, and their breath was cold. This was a bloody baptism.

This blood moon night in Aiken will be several times longer than an ordinary night. Until the morning light rises, at least a quarter of the ghost clan will be buried in the yellow sand and will not be remembered by time.

The future moon will no longer be a blood moon, but it will still be incomplete.

"Have you ever known that in the past, this yellow sand sky was filled with thousands of beautiful buildings, bustling with traffic, and extremely prosperous." The old man sighed, and suddenly tears burst into his face.

Ye Lin looked on, and in a sense, the other person was the same type of person as Held, that is, he couldn't let go of the "past".

Betrayal, despair, caring for the world, but the world collapses before your eyes... Many complex emotions are mixed together, and the moon is broken with a decisive sword.

However, the old man knew in his heart that the real evil was not the fighting spirit, but the war-loving bloodline of the Ghost Shadow Clan, the greedy heart, and the never-ending desire.

A sword light was so violent that it shone brightly in the blood-red night sky. It was majestic and boundless, crossing the starry sky. While it oppressed the world, it also attracted the covetousness of many ghosts and shadow clans, who came like a tide.

Casillas looked at the rusty long sword that had changed again. The old man had disappeared. Where he originally sat cross-legged, there was nothing left except the sword.

"Give me that sword!" At the door, a red-skinned giant stretched out his hand coldly. There was a pair of huge horns on his head. His aura was savage. His weapon was a giant sword with a thick blade, about three feet long, and it was still dripping. Blood.

He seemed calm, but there was a trace of violence hidden deep in his eyes. The ghosts and shadows who just went to steal the secret method of the Ghost King's fighting spirit all died under the giant blade.

Ghost King Drazan possesses a very special secret method of fighting spirit. Through continuous cultivation and killing of fighting ghosts, he now has a high-level terrifying state of origin, which is indistinguishable from the leaders of the major forces in the demon world.

As long as he kills Sasha and Yasin on the night of the red moon, he will easily reach the top and find a way to finally surpass.

The appearance of the Ghost King Drazan made all the fanatical Ghost Shadow Clan stop in their tracks and become afraid to move forward because the opponent's reputation was too fierce.

"Ah……"

Casillas put away the rusty sword, and then slowly grasped the hilts of the two swords at his waist with his rough hands, his attitude was self-evident.

There was actually an unknown guy who was not afraid of death who dared to challenge the Ghost King head-on. The gathered ghosts and shadow clan were shocked and unbelievable.

Mainly because Casillas is not well-known in Aiken. In his brilliant battle in Aiken, that was the night when he and Yassin met at Faol Ridge, no one knew who would win and who would lose.

After about three breaths, one sword strike, and the effort of picking up something, Casillas kicked the extremely ugly head of the Ghost King Drazan at random, wiping away the blood on the steel blade without any intention of absorbing the Ghost King's fighting spirit. Let it dissipate.

"Ye Lin, let's go."