Lord of Pets

Ten minutes later, Bai Wushang and Ji Yuying officially separated.

Test bloodline abilities and information exchange, and that's it.

Next, waiting for his final test is crucial.

Red Dragon Emperor!

Only through the approval of the Chilong Emperor and clearing the relationship with the evil spirits, can Bai Wushang truly save his life.

Under the guard of five Silver Dragon Guards, he came to a lake.

Looking around, there is a blue sky above the head, and blue waves rippling in front of him.

With the wind blowing, the scenery is picturesque and beautiful.

"Wow—"

The white clouds rolled and danced with the cranes, and there was a five-meter-wide crystal clear path extending from a distance and crossing to the feet.

"Go, His Majesty is waiting for you."

The silver dragon guard at the head is strong, with a face full of flesh, and a loud voice.

According to the words, Bai Wushang kept silent, set foot on the path, and walked forward.

After walking alone for about fifteen minutes, a small floating island appeared in the field of vision.

There are green bamboos and hundreds of flowers blooming on it.

There is also a magnificent palace with a golden roof and a red door, with dragon patterns carved all over it, which is very imposing.

It just stood there silently, and there was a majestic power rising into the sky.

It is as constant as the moon, as the sun rises, as the top of a mountain, as the abyss of the sea, and its depth cannot be fathomed.

With respect for the saint, Bai Wushang slowly approached and pushed open the heavy metal door.

It was very quiet inside, with a faint scent of tea.

Under the haze, Bai Wushang saw a figure sitting cross-legged on a jade futon.

He was dressed in a red dragon robe, and his facial features were dimly discernible.

But it seems to be closed eyes, exuding a power that is not angry and powerful, which makes people feel flustered and fearful.

This is the majesty of a saint.

This is also the eighth realm of the master - the supreme power of the holy realm, the master of the sacred beast of the town, the Red Lotus Winged Dragon King.

The Red Dragon Emperor, Ji Tiancheng!

The founder, guardian and witness of the 472-year history of the Dagan Dynasty.

Bai Wushang lowered his head and bowed in salute.

According to the Red Dragon Ritual Law, as a cadre subject, if you have soul power in your body, you are a cultivator.

There is no need to kneel and worship when you meet the Holy Master.

This is one of the amnesty rights granted to the Master.

"sit."

The Lord of the Dragon Robe opened his eyes, like a dormant dragon awakening.

The faint Shengwei, just unintentionally leaking a trace, is like a vast sea, scouring and shaking in all directions.

For a moment, Bai Wushang felt that he was in the middle of the storm, and the next second was doomed.

Fortunately, the white jade futon that appeared behind him out of thin air had its own sheltering effect, giving him a place to stay.

"Re-telling the things of the evil spirits in the very beginning, I know everything and say everything."

"Yes." Bai Wu sighed in sadness and responded.

First met Song Jie from the ghost pit; Song Jie hunted Jiang Lingyue and helped him; finally, he distorted the dragon bird and was killed by the purple electric dragon eagle;

Then to Jiang Lingyue's speculation and suspicion of the pusher behind; to entering the secret city of gems, seeing human skin, encountering black robes, and gathering the power of everyone to fight;

On the way, the evil spirits manipulated the puppet master, plundered the blood of human beings, and distorted the beasts, but they could not kill them;

In desperation, he used the curse of divine protection to seek a chance of survival, and then fell unconscious...

Putting aside recipes, eyes of cognition, and chilled storage, Bai Wushang did not dare to conceal the slightest, or add oil and vinegar.

He informed all the situation through his own perspective, as well as the judgment and narrative of his teammates.

"The curse of evil, the king of gluttony... the curse of the ancestors... the split body of the remnant soul..."

The Chilong Emperor's voice was very rich, but in the thick, it was mixed with a touch of majesty, and every word was provoking Bai Wushang's nerves.

But this information, which Bai Wushang had passed to his teammates before, was not exclusive news.

Now he is well prepared, not shy, and politely said:

"Yes, this is the piece of information I got after I was polluted by the evil spirit illusion and accidentally escaped."

"At the same time, I can reconfirm this by absorbing the original fragments of the refining residue."

"Oh? Absorbing the source, in addition to improving soul power and condensing blood, do you have additional gains?" The Chilong Emperor suddenly asked.

"Yes, but..." Bai Wushang gave a light meal, "It's not that he has a deeper understanding of evil spirits, but it involves some weird and fragmented inheritance, related to food."

"for example?"

Bai Wushang pretended to think and replied calmly:

"For example, the flesh and blood of some extraordinary creatures, or other elixir."

"Through a specific combination, coupled with a special refining process, it seems that new changes can be evolved."

"This may be a piece of knowledge inheritance from evil spirits, but it is too incomplete, and many are hazy and chaotic."

"I can only describe this feeling initially, and it will take a lot of time to conduct in-depth exploration experiments."

The man in the dragon robe nodded lightly and shook his head again.

"What I need is information about the birth, division, recovery, and current activities of evil spirits."

"As for this kind of knowledge inheritance, as long as it doesn't involve sorcery, it can be regarded as your chance."

"Yes." Bai Wushang resisted the agitation, did not dare to show any strangeness, and took the initiative to divert his attention:

"Your Majesty, the students dare to ask, are there really other evil spirits in Shanhai?"

The Chilong Emperor didn't have much emotional changes, and he said softly:

"After the incident, I will conduct a thorough investigation myself."

"The whole courtyard, and even the area of ​​the endless sandy area, are all blocked."

"As a result, there was no obvious abnormality."

"Only one person is missing."

Bai Wushang couldn't see the true face of the man in the dragon robe, but Yu Guang noticed that he turned his head and glanced at himself, and said lightly:

"Your top ten, the second-ranked one, disappeared."

"Rabid Asura... Hua Moyu?"

Bai Wushang Snack was surprised, this information was a bit unexpected.

Chilongdi turned a blind eye and stopped answering questions.

He threw a ball of light with his backhand, waved his long sleeves, and pushed it in front of the gray-haired man.

"Grab it."

Hearing this, Bai Wushang interrupted his mixed thoughts.

Chilongdi's words were not in a negotiating tone, but had an undeniable taste.

He could only hold two or three points of vigilance, and six or seven points of confusion, and did as he was told.

In an instant, there was a flower in front of him, and Bai Wushang felt that he was flying through the clouds.

Oh no, it wasn't flying, it was the spirit body that entered a mysterious container.

Soon, after a brief trance, a picture appeared.

It was a desolate mountain range. Between the mountains and the ravines, there was an almost substantial light curtain, from top to bottom, from left to right, traversing in the middle, as if to sever the sky and split the earth, exuding endless power and power potential.

The whole body was dead silent.

Suddenly, Bai Wushang felt a chilling fear, and then was deeply shocked.

He saw that there were giants that were thousands of feet tall, dragons that were thousands of meters long, and corpses with nine eyes.

In many myths and legends, only one or two creatures can be heard, either passing by, or wandering, and swaying around.

But without exception, they cannot pass through the light curtain to peep behind the scenes.