Chapter 131 Demonic Cultivator
There was silence.
Thousands of people just watched an outsider do whatever he wanted to their emperor, but they did not dare to act rashly, for fear that the man would turn his attention to them.
Lying on the ground, the pale emperor saw what Lin Yuan was holding and almost fainted from anger.
"Are you ready to talk now?"
As soon as Lin Yuan finished speaking, he took it on his own without waiting for the emperor's reply.
"Oh, don't tell me."
"That's okay, we have quite a lot of time, take your time, don't be in a hurry."
Lin Yuan smiled, a light flashed in his hand, and another new thing appeared in his hand.
When the emperor saw it, his expression changed instantly.
"I……"
"I said!"
"I'll tell you everything!"
Lin Yuan glanced at him lightly.
"If you don't hold on, I still have a lot of things I haven't tried yet."
The emperor's forehead was covered with black lines, but he did not dare to say anything and quickly begged for mercy.
"Young hero, I was wrong. Your Excellency has a lot of..."
"I'll tell you everything!"
As he spoke, the arrogant emperor actually cried.
Everyone was in an uproar.
Their emperor, like a woman, couldn't even bear this little iron punishment, and cried within two seconds?
Is this still their wise and mighty monarch?
For a time, the mood of the Imperial Guards was very complicated.
Lin Yuan snorted coldly and inserted the dragon scale knife in his hand into the ground along with the meat on the tip.
"Say it."
He conjured up a Taishi chair, crossed his legs, and sat leisurely in his position.
The emperor was like a prodigal dog, lying at his feet.
Although the emperor felt unwilling to do so, in the face of the man's absolute strength, he could only swallow the anger in his heart and tell everything.
"Sir is a Demonic Cultivator who is proficient in the art of blood corpses."
Just opening his mouth made Lin Yuan's eyebrows jump twice.
I didn't expect it to be Demonic Cultivator...
But he did not interrupt the emperor's words, he just listened quietly.
"Sir, he was originally an inconspicuous young monk. His talent was not good, and his level was naturally much weaker than that of his peers. He was ridiculed by others, so becoming stronger became his only long-cherished wish."
"Perhaps he was too pitiful and received mercy from God. During an experience, he accidentally obtained a volume of magic scripture. According to him, it was a forbidden book handed down from ancient times. The cultivation methods mentioned in the book... …”
"It's just using corpses to improve your realm!"
"Sir, with this cultivation method, he reached the Violet Palace realm. After killing all his previous enemies, he refined their corpses and drank their blood."
"But this kind of skill requires a steady stream of corpses for him to practice. So, Mr. found Gu and signed a contract with Gu."
"Mr. Gu guarantees his safety for the rest of his life. Mr. Gu guarantees his cultivation resources..."
Before the emperor could say anything, there was a burst of sighs from the audience.
Unexpectedly, the omnipotent and aloof emperor in their eyes turned out to be such a person.
For the sake of his own gain, he did not hesitate to betray others.
Especially the Imperial Guards and others were even more angry.
They also wondered at the time why the brothers who died in the camp were often not returned to their relatives, but were buried together by the emperor in the cemetery.
I thought the emperor was thinking about his dead brothers, but he didn't expect that he was thinking about their bodies whose bones were still cold!
The emperor noticed everyone's resentment, but things had developed to this point. He could neither advance nor retreat. He could only bite the bullet and tell all these things in one go, so that Lin Yuan could show his noble hand and keep himself. A life.
"Lonely...no..."
"I really didn't do anything, young hero, just think of me as a fart and let it go..."
The emperor saw Lin Yuan's intention and immediately begged for mercy for himself.
Lin Yuan did not answer the emperor's question. He just touched his chin and became slightly interested in the cultivation method he mentioned.
"Where is the person you are talking about?"
In order to show his goodwill to Lin Yuan, the emperor revealed the address without any hesitation.
"In the imperial mausoleum of the Dayan Dynasty."
"Why are you there?"
"Because the tombs of the ancestors of past generations are buried in the imperial tombs, sir, you can refine these corpses and improve your own realm."
Lin Yuan "tsk tsk tsk" a few times.
"You...really do whatever it takes to pursue your own interests!"
"Even your ancestral graves are given away to others. Your ancestors are really "blessed" to have you as their grandson!"
The emperor's face was full of shame, his head lowered, not daring to look up at his subordinates.
If the guards around him had just lost their favorable impression of the emperor before, then after hearing these words, their disgust level could be said to be stretched to the limit.
The ancestors of the Dayan Dynasty were praised by the people, and there were many legendary figures who left their names in history.
However, these people they admired were betrayed to outsiders by their descendants.
Even children knew the truth, but their emperor turned a blind eye.
No one can face this matter calmly.
Such a rebellious and unruly person is not worthy of being their monarch!
The public grievances gradually accumulated and turned into an unintentional sharp sword, which was directed at the emperor to assassinate him.
The Emperor looked at the darkness rising from the sky.
He knew... Dayan's world... would be ruined in his own hands...
Naturally, Lin Yuan would not interfere in worldly affairs, and just gave the emperor a cold look.
"Why are you still standing there? Take me to the imperial mausoleum."
The Emperor saw Lin Yuan's expression and felt that there was still a glimmer of life. He quickly got up from the ground and led the way for Lin Yuan and the others.
But when he just wanted to stand up, his whole body fell down softly.
"how?"
Lin Yuan looked at the emperor condescendingly, without any sympathy in his eyes.
"No...it's okay...I've been lying down for a long time...I feel numb all of a sudden..."
The emperor forced a smile, used his spiritual power to support his broken-bone body, "walked" in front, and led Lin Yuan and the others towards the mausoleum.
As they walked, Luo Qinghan slowly followed from behind, his eyes a little erratic, and there seemed to be something hidden in his twinkling eyes.
After hesitating for a moment, she decided to send a message to Lin Yuan.
"Lin Yuan, I know you are interested in Kung Fu, but... Demonic Cultivator is a crooked way and is not a suitable Kung Fu method at all."
"How many people who practice Demonic Cultivator have either died from their own violent backlash, or their blood vessels have been broken by the manic spiritual energy, and their bodies have exploded to death."
After talking for a long time, Luo Qinghan's voice paused, and then a helpless sigh sounded in the air.
"I am afraid that you will fall into Demon Dao..."
