From the time travel, I became extraordinary

Wan Qianqiu might have some problems with his brain, but he is not stupid.

In the Changhen Gang, the original innate warriors died or disappeared one after another. However, on Xie Meng's side, innate warriors who had never been heard of before were constantly introduced to the gang to fill the vacant positions in the gang.

Before, out of his trust in Xie Meng, and the fact that so many innate warriors joined the gang was indeed beneficial to the gang, the severely damaged strength of the Changhen Gang was somewhat supplemented. At that time, Wan Qianqiu did not think too much about it.

But now, after hearing what Jiang Yao had just said, seeing the fourth brother and the unknown strong man turn into blood shadows and merge into the blood river, and seeing Xie Meng and the guys he introduced to the gang begging for mercy from Jiang Yao...

In an instant, he suddenly realized that he had figured out a lot of things.

"The source of all blood demon warriors? Are you the Blood Ancestor?"

"That day, the person who rushed into our Changhen Gang's headquarters and fought with me was actually you?"

With a sullen face, he looked directly at Jiang Yao and spoke again, questioning him.

"You guessed it right, but unfortunately there is no reward!" Jiang Yao shrugged without comment and laughed.

With a look of disdain, he paused for a moment before speaking again: "You have been investigating the blood demon warriors all this time. Only half a year has passed, and your Changhen Gang headquarters has become the base camp of those blood demons."

"When I looked around, I saw that many of the high-ranking members of the gang in the Juyi Hall had been replaced by the Blood Demon."

"If it weren't for what happened today, you, as the leader of the Changhen Gang, would not have noticed anything. It would have been fine, but you actually took Xie Meng and other Blood Demon Warriors as your trusted confidants."

"As the leader of this gang, I have to say that you are really useless. If I were you, I would definitely find a piece of tofu and hit my head against it and die!"

……

His face was full of disdain, and Jiang Yao's words were full of sarcasm. It was extremely unpleasant to hear.

The incomplete Demonic Scripture of Everlasting Sorrow can easily distort one's mind.

Wan Qianqiu has never been a good-tempered person.

Jiang Yao's sarcastic remarks fell into his ears. He became angry and embarrassed, and his face became extremely ferocious: "I, Wan Qianqiu, do things, why do I need others to say."

"Who the hell are you, Jiang Yao? Who gave you the courage to point fingers at me?"

"Xie Meng, Hu Sheng, I'll give you a chance to atone for your sins."

"As long as you take action and kill Jiang Yao here, I will forgive you for what you did before!"

……

Before he could finish his words, he let out a sharp roar and waved his arms.

Demonic threads as black as ink, yet as thin as a hair, surged out of his body and swept towards Jiang Yao.

In the past, he had fought with the Blood Ancestor who was the incarnation of Jiang Yao.

Although he was seriously injured in that battle and had to rest for several days to recover, he still had a certain understanding of Jiang Yao's various methods.

In his opinion, the easiest way to avoid the negative effects of the poison and various blood secret techniques was to keep some distance from Jiang Yao.

At this moment, the dark filaments visible to the naked eye that emerged from his body were called Changhen Demon Threads, which were a powerful method recorded in the Changhen Demon Sutra that he was practicing.

The Changhen Demonic Silk looks as thin as a hair, but it is powerful enough to cut through gold and jade.

This kind of evil thread is formed by endless hatred and contains Wan Qianqiu's will. Once it enters the body, it is not only difficult to remove, but can also have a great impact on a person's mind.

Even though he had the Everlasting Regret Demonic Silk as his trump card, he still had no confidence of winning against Jiang Yao.

Compared with Jiang Yao, the Blood Ancestor with unfathomable strength, although Xie Meng, Hu Sheng and others are blood demons, they are definitely much easier to control in Wan Qianqiu's eyes.

He practiced the Changhen Demonic Scripture and was also a demon warrior. To be honest, he didn't have much prejudice against those blood demons who practiced blood-sucking and were also demon warriors.

Over the past six months, although he had issued orders for his men to capture those blood demon warriors, the reason was very simple. Those guys were out of control and always liked to attack the warriors in his own gang.

If those blood demons were under his control and could be used for his own purposes, he would naturally have no interest in slaying demons and eliminating evil.

After all, he is not one of those hypocritical righteous warriors. Strictly speaking, he is also a genuine evil demon because he uses magic skills as the foundation of his cultivation.

If Xie Meng, Hu Sheng and others really obeyed his orders and attacked Jiang Yao together, their chances of winning would naturally increase a lot.

"You all saw what happened to the Fourth and Ninth Brothers. After they turned into blood shadows and merged into the blood river, it was obvious that the blood river had grown a lot bigger."

"The man surnamed Jiang who gave us the blood race never had any good intentions. He simply regarded us as food for his own advancement."

"Begging for mercy in front of him is useless!"

"Let's fight him together!"

"Only when he dies can we get rid of his control and gain true freedom!"

……

Amidst the loud shouts, Xie Meng, who was originally kneeling on the ground, was the first to jump up.

Having already entered the Xiantian Gangqi realm, he transformed into a pure blood-red shadow and rushed straight towards Jiang Yao.

Seeing him do this, the others looked at each other, and then followed suit amid roars.

The rich blood color rushed straight into the sky like wolf smoke, and the extremely violent energy filled the entire Juyi Hall and swept in all directions.

Although this gathering hall in the main hall was built extremely solidly, it still could not withstand the destruction and ravages of these violent forces.

In just a moment, with a loud bang, the entire hall collapsed. Amidst the sharp whistling sounds, the broken bricks and tiles shot in all directions with terrifying energy.

On a rock more than one meter tall, Jiang Yao stood proudly with his hands behind his back.

A faint river of blood, existing between reality and illusion, surged and swirled around his body.

The Eternal Hate Demonic Thread that emerged from Wan Qianqiu's body began to sizzle as it approached the blood river, then turned into black smoke and dissipated.

The Changhen Demon Silk couldn't even come into contact with the blood river, let alone really cause any harm to Jiang Yao.

Wan Qianqiu, who originally felt that with the help of the Changhen Demon Silk, even if he could not win, he could at least fight Jiang Yao on equal terms, was already pale when he saw this scene.

Without saying a word, he turned around and ran. In just a moment, he had run a distance of one or two hundred meters and reached the outside of the ruins of the collapsed Juyi Hall.

Among the rest, Xie Meng is definitely the strongest.

As a blood path warrior, the various blood path secret techniques he mastered could only truly exert their greatest power when he was close to the opponent.

"As the seed I planted, you actually dared to fight to the death in front of me."

"You have a good mind, I like you very much, Xie Meng!"

"Come on, get into the bowl and merge into the blood river!" Jiang Yao was too lazy to pay attention to Wan Qianqiu who had already escaped. His attention was always on these blood warriors headed by Xie Meng.

Looking at Xie Meng who had already attacked him, his face was full of evil and an idea came to his mind.

The next moment, Xie Meng, who was as fast as the wind, went from being extremely active to being extremely still, and he was frozen in place.

"Jiang Yao, I curse you to die a miserable death!"

"I'll be waiting for you in the underworld..."

Xie Meng, who was standing by, saw the scene clearly when the greasy-haired young man Lao Si and the unknown strong man turned into blood shadows and merged into the blood river. However, he had no idea what his two brothers felt at that time.

Now, he finally experienced firsthand the feeling of powerlessness that was hard to describe in words when facing the river of blood. His eyes were full of hatred as he stared at Jiang Yao. Before he could finish his curses and abuse, the river of blood swept over his body, and he fell to the ground, completely turning into a pile of dry bones.

"Eh! Blood Godson?"

"No, it's still a little off. The blood shadow that Xie Meng transformed into can only be regarded as the embryonic form of the Blood God Son at best."

"It's already pretty good for a mere Xiantian Gangqi Realm to be able to transform into the embryonic form of the Blood God Son. As long as I spend time nurturing it, it's only a matter of time before it matures and turns into the real Blood God Son!"

"As expected of someone I've always had high hopes for, Xie Meng really didn't let me down!"

……

Jiang Yao withdrew his gaze from the dry bones of Xie Meng's death. Just as he was about to attack the other guys, he inadvertently noticed that in the tumbling blood river surrounding him, there was a blurry blood shadow rising and falling in it.

Focusing his attention on the Blood River, he had never thought that he would be able to raise the Blood God Son so soon, but at this moment, his face was filled with joy of a good harvest.

"Damn it! As soon as we started fighting, the gang leader actually ran away!"

"Where's the boss? In front of that Jiang guy, he couldn't even fight back. A river of blood rolled over him, and he turned into a pile of dry bones, just like that!"

"The blood species we refined all originated from that Jiang. In front of him, we are simply lambs to be slaughtered. If we want to deal with him, it is tantamount to seeking death."

"Run, run quickly, run as far as you can, get as far away from this devil as possible!"

……

Compared with Wan Qianqiu and Xie Meng, the reaction speed of other innate warriors in the Juyi Hall was much slower.

Among these people, there are not only the Blood Dao warriors introduced to the gang by Xie Meng, but also the few normal innate warriors left in the Changhen Gang.

These normal innates originally followed the leadership of the law enforcement elder Fang Dachang.

After Fang Dachang's death, they were leaderless, but at Wan Qianqiu's command, Xie Meng and others moved, and they naturally followed closely and rushed towards Jiang Yao.

But now, the attack missed and Wan Qianqiu had already fled thousands of miles away. As for Xie Meng, as soon as he approached Jiang Yao, he was merged into the blood river without any resistance, and only a dry skeleton was left lying on the ground.

This scene scared them completely.

The people who were originally rushing towards Jiang Yao stopped in an instant. They were filled with panic and fled in all directions.

"Before, relying on your large numbers, didn't you clamor for me to kneel down and surrender?"

"When I, Jiang, do something, I either don't do it at all, or if I do, I will do it thoroughly."

"It's already this critical moment, run away, where do you want to escape to!"

With a strange laugh, Jiang Yao thought about it, and the embryonic form of the Blood God that was constantly rising and falling in the blood river jumped out from it.

The next moment, there was a flash of blood, and the embryonic form of the Blood God Son appeared behind a normal innate warrior who had escaped more than a hundred meters away.

He just pounced on him and the innate warrior let out a scream. Then, his flesh and blood dried up, his essence and blood were all lost, and he fell to the ground, turning into a dried corpse.

After killing this man, the embryonic form of the Blood God turned into a ray of blood light and rushed towards another innate who was fleeing in panic nearby.

"With just a prototype, he can easily kill a Xiantian Zhenqi Realm cultivator. I have to say, this Blood God Son is really fierce."

"It's a pity that before he fully matures and turns into a true Blood God Son, this thing can't be used as a substitute for death."

"But there is no rush for this matter. I have a life span of more than a hundred years, and I can wait until the day when the prototype truly transforms into the Blood God Son."

……

Looking at the scene not far away, Jiang Yao nodded with satisfaction.

Withdrawing his gaze from the embryonic form of the Blood God, his sight fell on the several Blood Dao warriors who had also fled in all directions.

If he wanted to harvest the blood species, he just had to be within a certain distance.

However, it would be more beneficial for him to draw the blood shadows transformed by those blood path warriors into the blood river.

After all, without the blood river, the Blood God Son could not be born.

Although the remaining few Blood Dao warriors are not as strong as Xie Meng, they are also innate after all. What if he is lucky enough to obtain the embryo of the Blood God Son again?
Thinking this in his mind, Jiang Yao shook his body and flew towards the direction where those Blood Dao warriors were fleeing.

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Changhen Gang, northwest corner of the headquarters.

"The fourth leader of the Changhen Gang, Wan Qianqiu, requests to see the ancestor."

"Today, a powerful enemy came to attack us. Our Changhen Gang may be in danger of being destroyed."

"Please ask the ancestor to come out and turn the tide!"

……

After escaping from the area where the Juyi Hall was located, Wan Qianqiu flew all the way and fled straight to this place.

Standing at the entrance of a stone cave blocked by a dragon-breaking stone, he knelt three times and kowtowed nine times, respectfully performing several great salutes towards the direction of the cave entrance.

Then, with a ruthless look on his face, he stood up, walked to the door and fumbled for a while.

"Boom boom boom..." Amidst a series of deafening roars, the Dragon-Breaking Stone at the door slowly rose up.

Before the entire cave door was fully opened, Wan Qianqiu was impatient and had already dived into the cave.

This place is the forbidden area of ​​Changhen Gang.

Other people in the gang might know about the existence of this forbidden area, but apart from Wan Qianqiu, the fourth leader of the Changhen Gang, no outsider knows what is inside this cave.

The furnishings inside the huge stone cave were very simple, without any external objects, except for three extremely heavy bronze coffins placed in the middle of the cave.

Wan Qianqiu walked straight in and came to the bronze coffin on the far right.

"I remember that the person lying in here should be my master!" He bowed several times again and whispered while slowly opening the coffin lid.

Tattered clothes, rotten and blackened bones. After just a glance at the situation inside, his eyes became a little dazed and he quickly closed the coffin lid again.

"When entering this place and sealing himself off, Master was in good health, only his mind was a little off."

“But now, the Master’s dry bones in the coffin have rotted into this state.”

"It seems that even with the secret method of sealing left by our ancestors, our master didn't make it. He didn't lie in the coffin for long. He should have passed away."

……

With an extremely complicated expression on his face, Wan Qianqiu let out a long sigh.

The lid of the second coffin was opened, and lying inside was the second-generation leader of their Changhen Gang, who was also only a skeleton left.

"Inside this last coffin lies the first generation leader of our Changhen Gang, Patriarch Changhen."

"He is not only extremely powerful, but also proficient in the art of collecting corpses. The secret method of sealing within the gang was created by him himself."

"Nothing will happen to him. He is definitely alive and well!"

Gritting his teeth, Wan Qianqiu slowly opened the lid of the last coffin, bit by bit. (End of this chapter)