Don’t get me wrong, immortals are all simple and unpretentious!

Xue Wudi was naked and sitting in the pool, with his mouth open and his eyes straight!

At the same time, Li Wudao withdrew his thoughts abruptly and screamed.

After the deathly silence passed, a heart-rending roar resounded throughout the Blood Slaughter Sect!

"what!!!"

The blood in the blood pool carries the blood of the Blood Slaughter Sect for generations. Before dying, each generation of sect leader will release all the blood in the blood pool.

As a result, he made a cool move and completely wiped out the blood pool!

Blood Invincible's heart is bleeding, he is the sinner of the Blood Slaughter Sect!

"Sect Master, what happened?"

The sect master is screaming so miserably, so it’s okay to come in and show some care.

"Oh my god! Why doesn't the sect leader wear clothes..."

Xue Wudi's eyes widened, and all the blood in the four disciples who were sending warmth was drained from their bodies, and they fell straight down.

The sect leader didn’t say, “It’s just that you saw ‘things’ that you shouldn’t have seen.”

He held Xuetu with both hands, his eyes bulged with blood, and his consciousness was poured into it crazily.

"boom!"

Wherever one enters the eye, there is a bloody space.

A palm-sized little blood-colored man was swimming in the sea of ​​blood. His spherical head had no facial features, and only a drop of purple blood condensed between his eyebrows.

"This...this is...the sword spirit..."

Blood Massacre actually opened up spiritual intelligence!

Xue Wudi was suddenly overjoyed. He did not have the ability to erase the mark of recognition for the time being, but as long as he mastered the sword spirit, he could make the magic weapon recognize his master again.

This sword spirit has just opened its intelligence, like a newborn baby.

As long as you fool it properly, it's not impossible to make it recognize its owner again.

Xue Wudi brewed his emotions for a while and communicated with the other party in a tone as affectionate as possible.

"My good son...you finally woke up!"

"I'm your father!"

The little blood man responded with a milky voice, but the content was not polite at all.

"dad……"

Xue Wudi admitted that this was the most humiliating moment in his life. Fortunately, no one could see it, so it didn't happen.

As long as he can trick Xue Butu Dao into recognizing him as his master, he will have no problem becoming his grandson!

The little blood man floating on the sea of ​​​​blood had his hands on his hips and his round head turned towards the direction of the blood invincible consciousness.

"What a big boy!"

"I can bear it, I can bear it!!" Xue Wudi shouted crazily in his heart.

"Dad, the purple color between your eyebrows affects your overall appearance. Why don't you wipe it off..." The strange man began to follow the temptation.

The little blood man touched the ridge between his eyebrows, "Isn't he handsome?"

"Not handsome!"

Xue Wudi answered decisively.

"Listen to me!"

The little blood man's execution ability was extraordinary. He just did what he was told. Not long after, he fell into a pool of blood. He held his head in his hands and kept rolling around. He also cursed: "Son, you dare to cheat me, it hurts!"

Blood Invincible: "..."

In the soul space, Li Wudao looked at all this with a complicated expression, "The tone of this little thing's words sounds so familiar."

What he didn't know was that the reason why Xuetu was able to unlock his spiritual wisdom was entirely based on the drop of blood essence that he recognized as his master.

In today's terms, the little blood man's bad-mouthed problem is all inherited in his genes.

"Dad, I was wrong!"

While Li Wudao was deep in thought, a thought penetrated into his consciousness.

"Fuck..."

Li Wudao was a little confused. He had never even held the hand of a woman (not counting female ghosts), and now he had a big son!

"Don't call me daddy, I don't have a dad like you..."

His mind was a little confused, and Li Dashian's thinking had slipped.

The little bloody man covering his head was filled with questions. What does daddy mean?

Li Wudao reacted with a grin on his face, "Why did you call me daddy?"

"My life is given by you...!"

The little bloody man was in so much pain, but his logic was not confusing.

Staring at the purple blood droplets on the little thing's forehead, Li Wudao said thoughtfully, "Then you were still peaceful just now..."

"Don't take advantage of me, bastard, just to tease that idiot!"

Before he finished speaking, the little blood man understood what his father meant and learned to answer quickly.

"But you did it!" Li Wudao wasn't stupid either.

"Uh..." Xiao Xueren's face turned into an "embarrassing" shape, "I'm just curious, just try..."

It didn't tell the truth. The weapon spirits all have their own arrogance, so how can they easily accept others as their masters?

Although the little blood man has just opened his spiritual intelligence, he is very thief.

"Dad, I know I was wrong. I will never dare to do it again. Stop now. I promise to be good in the future..."

It was almost longing, but he was embarrassed...

"It's not that we don't believe you, the problem is that dad doesn't know how to make you not feel pain!" That's what Li Daxian thought, but he didn't say it out loud.

Dad, don’t you want to lose face?

When he was confused, Li Wudao looked at the arm of his soul body, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

There, at some point, a black mark appeared, a bit like the current tattoo, with the rough outline of a butcher's knife.

"Fortunately, it's tattooed on my soul..."

Li Daxian is not a social person, so he still stays away from tattoos. What's more, a Pipi shrimp tattoo is more eye-catching than such an ugly knife.

Seeing the purple current pulsating on the tattoo, Li Wudao's mind was opened.

He just moved his mind, and the purple current disappeared instantly. At the same time, the little bloody man stopped covering his head.

"Thank you dad! Thank you dad!"

The sound of milk sounds so milky, so strange for a rare person...

"Dad, how about... try again..."

Seeing that Daoling no longer covered his head, Xue Wudi asked tentatively.

"Another day, Dad is tired, please step aside first!"

The little blood man put on airs again.

Xue Wudi wanted to say a few more words in plain words, but he felt the sea of ​​blood twist for a while, and his consciousness felt like acupuncture pain, and he was "invited" out forcibly.

The little blood man put his hands on his hips and said, "This old cabbage still wants to trick me, bah!"

"Ahem!" Dad coughed twice, and Dao Ling lowered his hands quietly, like a naughty child who had made a mistake, waiting for me to teach him.

"You don't have a name yet!" Li Wudao was very keen on giving people names.

"Think about it. My name is the Ancient Fierce Sword. Hey, do you think you are domineering?" The sword spirit couldn't help but put his hands on his hips again.

"That won't work!" Immortal Li refused directly, "You are my eldest son, how can you be named 'Shang'?"

"The surname is Shanggu..." Dao Ling also explained.

"Not domineering at all!" Li Wudao rubbed his chin, thinking deeply. After a long time, he thought of a good name.

"You are a Dao spirit, and you are so young, so let's call you Li Xiaodao. How about that?!"

"Thank you dad..."

Li Xiaodao's face was expressionless, and he was picking at his little feet randomly. He wanted to struggle again, "What if I grow up? This name..."

"When you grow up, I'll call you Li Dadao." Li Wudao didn't think there was anything wrong, "Huh? Can you still grow up?"

Li Xiaodao: "..."

The two of them had a good exchange, filling Li Wudao's knowledge gaps, "You said, you can become bigger and stronger by sucking blood?"