The little evil king was shocked. What kind of technique did the other party use?
His body was actually possessed?
A strong sense of danger washed over him. If he did not take action, he would soon be imprisoned and become someone else's puppet.
"Roar!"
He growled and let out a beast-like roar.
The little evil king's eyes flashed with viciousness. Before he completely lost control of his body, he stabbed his hand into his shoulder, causing blood to gush out.
"Burn the blood, refine the blood, transform the blood, purify the blood!"
A blood-red aura instantly enveloped the little evil king. The blood in his body seemed to be boiling as some sort of power refined it.
Although the little evil king did not cultivate evil techniques, his title was still the little evil king; there was no way that he did not at least one evil technique?
When he wanted to, he could use an evil technique at any time.
In this moment of crisis, the little evil king used his own blood as a catalyst to activate the blood refinement secret technique.
After using the blood refinement secret technique on himself, the little evil king instantly felt his life force drain away.
His mind and will were burning, as if it would be destroyed at any time.
"Ah!"
A scream came from within his body. Immediately after, the blood refinement secret technique seemed to have found its target.
The little evil king felt his body relax, and he recovered some control over his body. However, the strange person that possessed his body remained within its body.
A fierce expression flashed across his face as he took out a blood-red pill and swallowed it. He then stabbed a few bloody holes into his body with his hands.
"Blood refinement, flesh refinement, spirit refinement!"
"Ah!"
A blood-curdling scream came from within the little evil king's body once again.
At the same time, the little evil king felt that his flesh and spirit were about to be refined.
Just as he was about to collapse, a surge of power coursed through his body to heal his flesh and spirit.
This was the power that he had gained from refining the person who possessed him bit by bit.
The person who possessed him was trying to escape.
The little evil king's eyes were filled with madness. Spirit energy surged as his ten fingers tapped repeatedly on his body. "Bind!"
He used his spiritual power to bind his body and stop the other party from escaping.
"Let me out!"
"Madman, you're a madman. You'll die too."
The little evil king was unmoved. He kept using the blood refinement technique while he gritted his teeth and staggered forward.
If Chu Xuan had seen this scene, he would have been shocked. The little evil king was a protagonist-level character!
The screams from within his body became weaker and weaker. The little evil king also felt weak, but he also felt that he had gained some benefits.
After refining the strange person that possessed him, he felt that his mind and will seemed to have changed.
They had become more tenacious.
His physical body also changed, and he felt as if he could transform into an illusory form.
It was as if refining the strange person with his blood refinement technique had granted him some of the strange abilities of the strange person.
However, that strange ability was very weak and almost imperceptible.
The little evil king did not know whether these changes were good or bad. It did not matter. As far as he was concerned, he just wanted to live to see another day.
After one last scream, the strange person who possessed him was completely refined.
Sensing that he had regained full control of his body, the little evil king hurriedly deactivated the blood refinement technique.
He was panting heavily.
His injuries were getting worse.
One-third of his blood had evaporated.
His injuries were getting worse, and his cultivation foundation had been damaged. It seemed like there was no longer any hope of him breaking through to the Emperor realm.
The little evil king bit his lips. His heart was filled with despair.
How could he avenge himself, or his father?
He was at a loss.
Should he make a trip to the Great Qin Dynasty?
It would be good to see her before he died.
But, would he even be able to see her?
The Little Evil King smiled sadly and continued to move forward with staggering steps.
Suddenly, he lost his footing and fell down. A bright light appeared before his eyes and enveloped him.
Before his consciousness faded completely, the little evil king saw that he was being sucked into an ancient palace.
After an unknown amount of time, the little evil king woke up from his coma.
He raised his head and found himself inside a palace. The surroundings were silent.
Feeling weak all over, the little evil king endured the pain and got up.
The palace was very simple and crude. In front of him was a stone table with some bottles and jars placed on it. There seemed to be a book there as well.
The little evil jing's breathing quickened.
Had he encountered a fortuitous encounter?
Was this an ancient inheritance left behind by some great expert?
He was so excited that he cried. It was as if he had seen the hope of rising from the ashes, and taking revenge.
He staggered to the front of the stone table. He had only walked for a short distance, but he was already feeling exhausted and his legs were weak.
It was not hard to imagine the extent of his injuries.
The little evil king slumped down on the stone chair, looking at the bottles and jars placed on the stone table, as well as the book.
He first checked the healing pills.
He was pleasantly surprised to find that among the pills, there were pills that could fix his damaged cultivation foundation.
There was even a medicinal pill that could increase one's talent!
This was a great opportunity!
The little evil king was so excited that he cried.
He stood up from the stone chair and knelt down on the ground with a plop.
"Senior, this junior will definitely inherit your legacy and will not tarnish your reputation!"
"Dong! Dong! Dong!"
The little evil king kowtowed three times to express his gratitude to the mysterious senior who had left behind this inheritance.
He sat back down on the stone chair and reached out with his trembling hand to pick up a medicinal bottle. He pulled out the stopper and poured out a medicinal pill.
This was a healing medicinal pill that replenished one's blood and vitality. It was an emperor-level pill!
It was extremely effective for Emperor realm experts.
The little evil king was only a truth realm martial cultivator. With an emperor-level pill, his depleted blood would be quickly replenished.
After taking the medicinal pill, the little evil king sat cross-legged on the stone chair and began to refine the medicinal effects of the pill.
He muttered to himself, "Evil Son, just you wait. I will definitely find you! I will definitely kill you!"
"So what if you're the Evil Son of the Great Evil Palace? Having received such a great opportunity, it's no longer impossible for me, the little evil king, to annihilate your great evil palace in the future!"
The little evil king's eyes flickered with fury and hatred.
Then, he thought about the strange man who possessed him.
After refining the strange man, he obtained some information.
"The Netherworld race?"
He had never heard of this race before, and he did not know where they were hiding.
After three days, the little evil king had refined the medicinal effects of the pill, and his injuries had been mostly healed.
However, his damaged cultivation foundation could not be fixed by a single emperor-level pill.
He picked up another small bottle excitedly.
Inside was a medicinal pill that could fix his damaged cultivation foundation.
The little evil king poured out a pill, swallowed it, and continued to refine it.
After eating the pill, his damaged cultivation foundation slowly started recovering, and the life force that had been lost was replenished.
"Senior, I, the little evil king, will never forget the kindness you have given me. No matter what your last wish is, I will fulfill it for you in my lifetime!"
The little evil king was filled with tears of gratitude as he looked toward the secret manual on the stone table. He was filled with anticipation.
What kind of peerless cultivation technique did this senior leave behind?
Oh no, he should be addressing him as Master!
After his damaged cultivation foundation recovered, the little evil king picked up a small bottle again. It was a pill that was used to increase his level of talent.
After taking one pill, the little evil king felt that his talent had increased.
The first pill would have the best effect. Therefore, after taking one, the little evil king did not continue taking more.
He excitedly reached out his hand and picked up the book on the stone table.
"Evil Warding Immortal Scripture"!
Immortal scripture?
A cultivation technique that surpassed legendary Divine techniques?
The little evil king was so excited that his hand trembled as he flipped open the secret manual.
What greeted his eyes were some large words.
"If you want to practice this technique, use your sword to castrate yourself!"
