Ling tripod

"Zixuan, your mother is dead and now you are alone. His Majesty has given an order. If you are willing to come to him again, he will recognize you as his brother!"

One of the three young men in brocade clothes spoke to the young man in purple clothes.

"I am a born emperor, and the throne is mine. Even if I die, I will not surrender to him!"

Zixuan had a sharp look in his eyes and exuded the aura of an emperor.

The three teenagers felt the aura and subconsciously took a few steps back.

"In this case, you only have one chance to die!"

One of the three young men in brocade clothes spoke, and then, people in black clothes appeared from all over the street, hundreds of them.

All the men in black shot directly towards Zixuan.

"Mother, my child is incompetent and I will definitely not let you die so unjustly in the next life."

At this moment, Zixuan closed his eyes.

The next moment, a voice sounded in his ears:

"Is this your way to be an emperor?"

Who is it?

Zixuan opened his eyes, but found that everyone around him was frozen there, unable to move at all.

In front of his eyes, a young man in his twenties suddenly walked over. This young man made Zixuan feel unprecedented pressure. He even felt like he wanted to worship him.

"Yes, the emperor does not worship heaven and earth, but achieves the throne by himself!"

Yan looked at Zixuan and smiled lightly.

"Young man Zixuan, I would like to pay my respects to my master and ask him to help me achieve my great cause!"

At this moment, Zixuan knelt down directly in front of Yan and spoke.

Yan said: "I won't teach you how to practice, but I will give you a drop of blood and a chance to start over. Whether you can achieve the goal of becoming an emperor depends on yourself!"

"Thank you Master, if you can give me a chance to start over, I will definitely overturn everything and achieve the position of emperor!"

When Zixuan heard this, he immediately said with great joy.

"Of course, the way of an emperor cannot be trapped in this small human world. When you become the emperor of the world, are you willing to give up everything and follow me to cultivate the way of a true emperor?"

Yan spoke again.

"Disciple, I am willing!"

Upon hearing this, Zixuan nodded immediately.

"You are not my disciple now. When you become the emperor of the world, you will be my real disciple. This is the entrance test!"

After Yan finished speaking, a drop of purple blood flew out of his hand and went directly into Zixuan's eyebrows.

This is purple blood. The fourth generation ancient killed the ancient purple demon and got the purple blood. The fifth generation ancient defeated the fourth generation ancient and took its purple blood. The sixth generation ancient defeated the fifth generation ancient and took the purple blood again. Yan became the seventh generation ancient and finally became The owner of this purple blood.

The young man absorbed this drop of purple blood, and his pupils instantly turned purple, and his long black hair turned into purple.

"Okay, this ancient purple demon is the Demon of Emperor Xiu, and you are indeed the right person!"

Yan saw this scene and smiled. Then in the void, a spiral nest appeared and said to the young man: "I will take you there! When do you think it will be?"

"Disciple thinks of the time when he was eight years old!"

Zixuan said.

"Okay, when I was eight years old!"

Yan took Zixuan into the spiral nest, which was a void passage. They traveled through five years and arrived at the time when Zixuan was eight years old. At that time, he was still the prince and his mother was still alive.

Yan left, all this was an arrangement, and Zixuan had to solve the rest by himself.

After enlightening Zixuan, Yan felt that his cultivation bottleneck was slightly loosened, and his whole heart was filled with joy.

"It seems that understanding lies in teaching, teaching others, and understanding yourself!"

Yan's eyes lit up, and he immediately left this interface and this area, heading endlessly towards the next place to find the person who was destined to him.

On top of a star in this starry sky.

There are not many cultivators on this star, but there are more mortals. The mortals here are like pigs and dogs, being slaughtered by the cultivators, with no hope of life.

Yan came here and frowned slightly.

But he didn't take action. Survival of the fittest is the essence of the operation of all things.

The reason why these people were enslaved was because of the blood lost in their hearts. Otherwise, how could a few immortal cultivators be unable to defeat thousands of mortals joining forces.

The mortals above this star make Yan very disappointed. The people here have lost the meaning of survival.

However, just when Yan wanted to leave, his eyes fell on one place.

Here, a girl about eleven or twelve years old holds a short knife in her hand, her eyes full of fighting intent. Behind him is a dying old man lying on the ground.

In front of him was an immortal cultivator. Although her cultivation level was only at the lowest stage of Qi training, killing her was still child's play.

"Don't hurt him!"

The girl held a short knife in both hands, pointing at the immortal cultivator in front of her and roaring.

The cultivator originally had a teasing look on his face, but when he saw the look in the girl's eyes, his whole body was excited. What kind of fighting spirit was this?

The cultivator quickly reacted and took action immediately.

The girl, no matter how willing she was to fight, how could she be the cultivator's opponent? In the end, she saw a flying sword heading towards her head.

She no longer had the strength to dodge, she did not close her eyes, her eyes were wide open, and there was still a fighting spirit that could not be concealed.

At this moment, the flying sword suddenly stopped, stopping just an inch in front of her eyebrows.

The girl was a little confused and looked around. Everyone was still.

At this moment, a figure appeared in front of him.

"Who are you?"

The girl had a wary look on her face.

Yan spoke softly: "I will give you the means, but do you dare to kill all the cultivators here?"

"I dare!"

The girl yelled with fierceness in her eyes.

"war!"

Yan opened his mouth, and immediately, the word "war" came out directly.

The word "war" contained endless fighting spirit. This fighting spirit roared in the girl's mind. She seemed to have found an outlet for the fighting spirit in her heart.

Yan waved his hand and a spear flew out, and the girl caught it.

Then Yan waved his hand again, and everything started moving again.

"war!"

The girl opened her mouth and stabbed out the spear in her hand, piercing the head of the cultivator in front of her.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The girl yelled, and then the spear turned into countless spear shadows. As she walked, each cultivator had no time to react and was killed by her.

She obviously has no cultivation, but relies on understanding the murderous intention to completely torture many cultivators.

Eventually, all the cultivators died.

All around, it was still again.

"Master, please accept my disciple's bow!"

Tears fell from the girl's eyes and she fell to her knees.

"I am not your master yet. I will pass on you a drop of blood and a will to fight. If you can kill all the cultivators on this star with one person's power, you will have passed the test and can join my sect!" Are you willing?"

Yan looked at the girl.

"Disciple, I am willing!"

The girl nodded immediately.

Yan smiled slightly, pointed his finger, and a drop of blood and a ray of light flew out, and then they all fell into the girl's eyebrows, and the girl immediately burst out with boundless fighting spirit.

This blood is the blood of the ancient war emperor. It was originally obtained by the five generations of ancient demons, but now it is integrated here.

"Warriors, fight to the end of the world without being destroyed, you can do it for yourself!"

Yan spoke to the girl and left immediately.

At this moment, Yan felt that his bottleneck was loosened again. With a smile on his face, he looked for his next destined person.

On a broken continent, there are many mortal kingdoms, one of which is extremely prosperous.

In the corner of the street, there is a little beggar. The little beggar has a smile on his face, and does not feel at all depressed about being a beggar.

There were dozens of beggars surrounding it.

The little beggar laughed and said: "Haha, let me tell you, recently I have taken a liking to the second young lady of Prince Ning's Mansion. That second young lady is so handsome. You have never seen her. I tell you, I will one day... I will sleep with all the ladies inside these gates!”

There were many beggars around, and they all looked up to the little beggar with great admiration. They would never dare to think about such a thing.

"It's that little beggar, catch him, he's the one who stole the lady's intimate clothes!"

At this moment, someone shouted in the distance, and dozens of warriors were seen coming with long swords in their hands.

Many beggars dispersed in a hurry. When the little beggar wanted to run away, he was already surrounded by many warriors.

"Boy, what else do you want to say before you die?"

The leader was extremely disgusted with this beggar and said coldly.

The little beggar said with regret on his face: "Oh, it's a pity, it's a pity. If I could sleep with a few more girls before I die, then I would be satisfied. Your little family will be great!"

The leader's face turned red with anger: "Kill him!"

However, just when the little beggar thought he was going to die, he found that there was no sound around him!

Looking up again, everyone around him was actually being restrained.

And in front of him, a young man appeared.

The little beggar immediately knelt down and worshiped: "Old god, accept me as your disciple!"

"What kind of person do you want to be?"

Yan asked.

"I want to be a woman who can sleep with everyone in the world. No, I want to be the strongest person in the world, and everyone will respect me!"

The little beggar suddenly realized something was wrong and immediately changed his words.

"You want to have countless wives and concubines. This is not possible, but before that, you have to hide it in your heart. When you are strong enough, you will naturally achieve it. When you become a saint, everything will be possible. I will give you a drop of blood. With a noble intention, you can become the strongest person on this star, and you can become my disciple!"

ps: Have you thought about this result?

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