Chapter 150 The Inheritance Of The Demon Emperor

The hall was filled with light, and traces of red blood lingered in the air.

"hiss."

Lin Yuan took a breath, but the pain from his fingertips was still tingling.

Even the scroll he just got was stained with red.

After all, in the flash of lightning and flint just now, no one expected that after taking out the scroll, a sharp weapon would suddenly come out. Lin Yuan, who had no time to prepare, was directly cut open by the weapon.

The bright red blood suddenly dyed the white hands with color.

"Are you okay?!"

Luo Qinghan immediately cast a worried look, and almost subconsciously put Lin Yuan's hand into his mouth, sucking it carefully.

Suddenly, Lin Yuan felt numb all over his body, and a warmth rose in his lower abdomen.

Luo Qinghan's delicate tongue unconsciously passed over his fingertips, like an electric current, and he felt very comfortable with the tingling sensation.

Oops... fatal!

Lin Yuan heard a few low moans and suddenly felt the river rippling.

"Well……"

Luo Qinghan seemed to realize where these strange sounds came from. Her cheeks were instantly stained with a hint of red, and her tongue left reluctantly. However, the shyness on her face made it difficult for her to raise her head and look directly at Lin Yuan. .

I was even more annoyed in my heart: What did I just do?

She has abided by etiquette since childhood. Although it was an unconscious behavior, it did not prevent her from reflecting on her transgressions.

When Luo Qinghan was shy, Lin Yuan put time on his fingertips.

Because of someone's careful taste, the bright red color on the hand has long since disappeared, leaving only a small cut, and the pink flesh at the wound can be vaguely seen.

And... there is a string of transparent and visible body fluid hanging on it.

A sweet fragrance is exuding vaguely.

Seeing that Lin Yuan didn't speak for a long time, Luo Qinghan thought that this episode was over.

Who knew that when she just looked up, she saw Lin Yuan staring at her masterpiece without moving his eyes.

This move made her feel embarrassed again, so she used her handkerchief to remove the marks on Lin Yuan's hand, and then the redness on her face slowly faded away.

How could Lin Yuan let Luo Qinghan go so easily? After all, it was this girl who provoked the incident. After all, shouldn't he be the one who suffered the loss?

Thinking like this, Lin Yuan's hand seemed to be equipped with a positioning system. After collecting a little interest from Luo Qinghan and making the person in his arms feel a little weak, he put away his hand with satisfaction and looked at The thing that just scratched my hand.

Having learned from the past, Lin Yuan did not pull the halberd out of the ground first, but observed it first.

The halberd is completely black, and just by standing there, you can feel the coldness from hell.

There are several cherry-red gems inlaid on the tip, which look even more dazzling under the reflection of the stars.

The dark red flickered a bit, as if the endless red sea was pouring down, matching the dark black of the halberd.

The combination of black and red makes it even more powerful.

Lin Yuan looked at the weapon in front of him, and while thinking about it, he forgot that the wound in his hand was still bleeding faintly.

After a while, a small drop of blood formed between his lips, and then fell to the ground with gravity.

As luck would have it, a stone slab fell on the ground.

The blood droplet that had just fallen on the stone floor jumped for a while, changed its direction, and finally landed on the end of the halberd's handle.

"Qiang——"

Suddenly, the halberd, which was originally quiet and motionless, suddenly started to vibrate, and the halberd made several chirps due to excitement.

At the same time, Lin Yuan felt that his mind had been invaded by an external force, and many fragments of memory information came flooding in.

Through intermittent messages, Lin Yuan learned the origins of the two artifacts in front of him.

The scroll he held in his hand was a technique that the Demon Emperor spent his whole life perfecting, called the "Blood Demon Sutra".

Lin Yuan flipped through it first, and after reading the content of the preface, he understood it all at once.

It seems that what Demonic Cultivator is holding is just a copy of the preface, but even the copy can have such power, so how far can the original in his hand help him reach?

Lin Yuan took a breath, he really couldn't imagine it.

After putting away the Blood Demon Sutra solemnly, Lin Yuan focused on the weapon in front of him.

This weapon is called the Black Demon Halberd, it is an Emperor Weapon, and it is a weapon that has been used by the Demon Emperor for many years.

Not to mention the weapon itself, even the marks on the halberd contain their will that is difficult to penetrate. If they can penetrate it, perhaps the day when they can become emperor is not far away.

Lin Yuan took a slight step forward, put his hands on the halberd, and squatted down slightly.

Then, he shouted loudly and exerted force on his hands. Under the cover of thin clothes, the muscles underneath were very strong, and even the lines in them could be clearly seen.

As for the position occupied by Lin Yuan, his feet were somewhat sunk into it.

But the black magic halberd remained motionless, standing there, as if following the Demon Emperor, its straight pole swept across the battlefield.

As a last resort, Lin Yuan once again activated Jiuyou Nether King Body.

This time, the strength surged, the muscles on the body bulged, and the originally fitting lining was threatening to be torn.

Despite this, the Black Demon Halberd just shook lazily, as if it was just to give Lin Yuan face.

But how could Lin Yuan give up?

This is Emperor Weapon!

After plundering the entire continent, there are only more than four Emperor Weapons in existence.

The reason why it is said that there is more than enough is because most of them are hearsay and rumors, and no one has ever seen them.

Lin Yuan had such a rare thing right in front of him, and he would never give it up no matter what.

Thinking of this, Lin Yuan bit his tongue and spit out blood.

In an instant, his body suddenly lit up with light.

"Stab" twice.

The clothes on his body were all torn off due to the sudden increase in muscles, and the silk strands were hanging on Lin Yuan's body. The faint arc of the waist line flashed among them as the ribbon fluttered, and a beautiful scene fell into it. In Luo Qinghan's eyes.

A complicated look flashed in her eyes.

"Wake it up for me!"

Lin Yuan struggled to pull up the Black Demon Halberd, but his legs underneath him had already sunk into each other.

As the Black Demon Halberd was pulled out, there were bursts of groans.

Like the roar of a dragon, it roared loudly, making the entire hall tremble slightly.

But not long after, the movement became calm again, as if nothing happened.

The Demonic Cultivator, who was buried in the weapon, felt that the palace was about to collapse, so he crawled out in a hurry like a dog crawling.

But when he got outside, the movement disappeared again, which left him confused for a while.

"It's really strange. Could it be that you encountered a ghost today?"

Demonic Cultivator thought for a moment, then shook his head and shook the thought away.

There is no ghost in this place. Even if there is, it is the Demon Emperor!

I was murmuring something in my heart, begging the old devil emperor, if he hears these words, don’t take them seriously...