Chapter 628 I Want to Leave a Legacy
Chapter 628 I Want to Leave a Legacy
After Qian fell down, he pointed to the houses nearby and said, "Each of you choose a house to live in and wait for me to call you."
After saying that, Qian Xianxing entered the main cave.
Ding Huan sighed, this bastard really wanted blood for food.
He laid down various poison rules without hesitation.
Now Ding Huan's poison law is no longer the single poison law as before. He has all kinds of powerful poison laws.
Here he not only laid out the poison laws of the Bone Devouring Dao and the Sinking Dao, but also laid out some obscure poison laws that were not easy to find.
Not only that, Ding Huan also left a mark of his divine mind on the other eight people.
As long as he dies, this mark will automatically dissipate. Even though Qian is now at the level of a Divine Lord, this guy's formation skills may not be stronger than his.
Just by looking at the protective formation outside Qianlei Mountain, one can tell that this protective formation is only a third-level divine formation, and it is a relatively poor third-level defensive divine formation at that. "Why do I feel something is weird?" An outer sect disciple finally discovered something was wrong.
Normally, when an outer disciple arrives, the first thing to do is to go through various formalities.
However, after they arrived, the peak master threw them here and went into the main cave himself.
The others started to talk about it, saying that this was indeed strange.
Ding Huan didn't stay here to talk nonsense, he entered the last room.
If this Qian chooses blood food, he must start from the first room.
If he guessed wrong, he could only blame it on bad luck.
If he guessed correctly, then he would not be able to save the other eight people.
After entering the house, Ding Huan did not do anything. Although he was sitting cross-legged on the mat, he was frantically arranging various poison rules.
Before the first day was over, Ding Huan's spiritual sense saw an outer disciple coming out of the first room and walking into Qian's cave.
Ding Huan breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that his judgment was correct. Qian started calling from the first room.
In less than an hour, Ding Huan felt the imprint of his spiritual power dissipate.
Ding Huan sighed inwardly. He had never joined a sect since he started practicing.
Even if you join a sect, it is the sect you founded yourself.
After arriving in the divine realm, he finally joined a sect, but ended up meeting a blood-eater.
Does this mean that he has no destiny with the sect?
The first day passed, and on the second day Ding Huan's divine sense swept over and saw the disciples in the second room entering Qian's cave.
Then, after another hour, the divine mark he had laid down dissipated.
On the third and fourth days, two people went in every day.
On the fifth and sixth days, another person went in.
However, Ding Huan sensed from the poison law of Shen Dao that he had set up that Qian was poisoned, and the poison was getting worse.
Ding Huan sneered in his heart, how dare you call him to eat blood?
On the seventh day, a voice came from Ding Huan's room: "Come in, today I will teach you the Qing Lei Dao method."
Ding Huan stood up and thought to himself, this guy can't even come up with a better excuse?
Entering Qian's cave, Ding Huan casually set up some magical array patterns outside.
The restriction of Qian's cave was on, and Ding Huan entered Qian's cave without any hesitation.
As soon as Ding Huan entered, Qian locked the restrictions of the cave.
In front of Qian, who was sitting cross-legged, there was a cushion, and outside the cushion was a blood-essence devouring divine formation.
"Sit on the futon." Qian said calmly.
Ding Huan's gaze fell on Qian. After devouring eight blood meals, this guy not only did not get better, but his Taoist charm also became obscure. The immortal look he had before was gone, replaced by a dying scene full of hostility.
This poison of Shen Dao is indeed powerful.
Ding Huan raised his hand and threw out dozens of battle flags, then looked at Qian who was staring at him and said, "Why did you call me here?"
"You———" Qiandu looked at Ding Huan in disbelief.
Then he flew into a rage. Even though he was seriously injured and his rhyme was not flowing smoothly, he was still a divine king.
Hearing Ding Huan's arrogant words, he raised his hand and grabbed Ding Huan without hesitation.
Ding Huan's domain stretched out, and under the domain, the law of poison instantly filled the entire space.
Qian, who had originally been corroded by the poison of the Shen Dao to the point where his Dao was in trouble, now felt the poison law in his body like a balloon filled with air.
Suddenly exploded.
In an instant, the terrifying poisonous law not only eroded all his great Dao rhyme, but also filled his sea of consciousness, meridians and dantian.
The poison of Shen Dao and Gu Shi Dao broke out at the same time. Not to mention that Qian was seriously injured, even if Qian was not injured at all, or even his cultivation was raised to a higher level, he would not be able to resist.
"Puff!" A stream of dirty blood spurted out of Qian, and his skin turned gray-brown.
"You poisoned me—" Qian's voice trembled, as if he still couldn't believe that he would be poisoned by an outer disciple.
Although he was seriously injured, he seemed to be fine on the surface, but in fact his injuries were getting worse.
Otherwise, he would not have asked Boya to find blood food for him.
After he was poisoned, he always thought that it was due to the injury, but it just broke out recently because he couldn't suppress it.
Now I know that he brought the poison himself.
Ding Huan kicked Qian and sent him flying, then he said, "What do you think?"
"Let me go this time, and I'm willing to agree to all your requests." Qian's voice trembled, hiding a strong unwillingness.
"Appoint me as the manager of Qianlei Mountain, and let the sect's inner sect deacon come to take charge of this matter." Ding Huan said lightly.
Hearing that Ding Huan agreed to let the sect's deacon come, Qian was ecstatic. As long as the deacon in charge of this area from the inner sect came, it meant that he would survive.
"Okay, I agree with you." Qian agreed with Ding Huan without hesitation.
In his heart, Ding Huan was already a dead man.
Ding Huan asked, "The inner door steward is here, do you know what to say?"
"I just said that I was seriously injured and I hope you can become the manager of Qianlei Mountain. I will hand Qianlei Mountain over to you from now on. I can even say that I have accepted you as my disciple."
Qian would spit out a mouthful of black blood with every word he uttered.
In order to gain Ding Huan's trust, he took the initiative to add some words to reassure Ding Huan.
Ding Huan snorted coldly: "The latter part is correct, but the first sentence is wrong. You are saying that you may die at any time and don't want Qianlei Mountain to lose its inheritance.
"Okay, I'll say that I'm seriously injured and could die at any time, and I don't want Qianlei Mountain to be left without a legacy. I'll take you in as my successor.
I hope Qianlei Mountain will flourish in your hands..."
How could Qian dare to disobey in the slightest?
Ding Huan pointed a finger at Qian's forehead and said, "I will plant something inside you. If you dare to say anything different than what I said just now, you will die a very ugly death. Do you understand?"
"I know, I will definitely say what I just said." Qian's murderous intent reached its peak.
He just didn't believe that Ding Huan could restrict how he spoke when there were outsiders here.
Ding Huan knew what this guy was thinking. If this guy could crack the Three Thousand Great Daos Heart-Searching Spell, he would admit defeat.
"Do you know my name?"
"I have no idea."
"Your uncle's surname is Ding and his given name is Huan. Do you remember that?"
"I've got it."
Ding Huan cleaned up the scene, and when Qian was lying on the bed, the black spot on his body had disappeared.
Not to mention being poisoned, now I can't even sense the slightest trace of poison.
Qian was unable to see that his body had already returned to its original state. He only knew that the poison in his body had not weakened much.
He believed that when the sect's deacon came, he would be able to discover that he was poisoned at the first moment.
The sect's deacon came very quickly, and not just one person, but two people came.
The internal affairs steward Yuan Feng and an ordinary outer disciple.
Ding Huan felt relieved when he saw these two people.
He was worried that a late-stage Divine Lord might be able to see through his methods.
As a late-stage celestial god, he believed that the other party could not see through his methods.
"Master Qianfeng, your injury—" The Heavenly God Deacon saw the weak Qian with Daoyun and immediately stepped forward to inquire.
In fact, when Qian called him, he was already mentally prepared.
If he wasn't seriously injured and about to die, how could Qian ask him, the internal affairs steward in charge of the funeral arrangements, to come over?
Ding Huan said quickly, "The Peak Master's injury has worsened, so I specially asked Deacon Yuan to come over to talk about something. Deacon Yuan, is there really no way to cure the Peak Master's injury? Where is the Sect Master? Can the Sect Master save the Peak Master?"
There was reluctance in his tone, which made Yuan Feng feel that Ding Huan was longing for Qian to recover soon.
Yuan Feng sighed. How could he not know Qiansun’s injuries?
But he didn't know that Qian's injury would worsen to this extent.
"The sect master is not in the sect now, and Master Qianfeng's injuries are worsening too quickly." Yuan Feng's tone was also somewhat weak.
"Peak Master, if you have anything to say, just tell Deacon Yuan. I believe you will get better, and when the Sect Master comes back, he will definitely help you heal your wounds." Ding Huan's eyes were a little red.
Qian was furious: "Deacon Yuan, hurry up--"
Qian just said the word "quickly", a stream of blood spurted out, and he felt his vitality quickly dissipating.
At this moment, Qian had a feeling that if he dared to say another wrong word, his life would immediately disappear.
At this moment, Qian's heart was filled with horror.
What method is this?
Isn’t Ding Huan an ordinary outer disciple?
How could there be such a method? Even the sect master might not have such a method, right?
"Peak Master, don't be impatient. Deacon Yuan is here, please speak slowly.
After you have finished explaining, Deacon Yuan and I will take you to the sect's healing hall. It will definitely be better for healing there than here."
Ding Huan hurried to comfort her.
Qian's heart is now filled with fear.
He couldn't speak according to his own wishes.
We can't stay here anymore, we must leave with Deacon Yuan.
"Deacon Yuan, I am seriously injured and I know I will not live long. I just hope that after I am gone, the inheritance of Qianlei Mountain can be preserved. I accepted Ding Huan as my disciple, and I just hope that Qianlei Mountain can be in Ding Huan's hands in the future--"
Qian could only say this much, and then streams of blood spurted out. He was horrified to find that his soul was also disintegrating crazily, and his vitality was disappearing even faster.
At this moment, he finally understood that Ding Huan had no intention of letting him finish his words, let alone letting him leave Qianlei Mountain.
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