Luo Yang didn't know that he had picked up a big advantage. For him, who had seen so many divine corpses and had four divine blood in his hands, the blood prodigy was not enough to see, so he didn't care.

Anyway, it was a child who threw it into the Shenque seal and let him hang out with the slaves. Every day, the cooks were too busy preparing food, so many of them helped in the kitchen.

As the first Tai A tribe in Tiantong City, the little monster was treated preferentially. The chefs prepared a lot of delicious food for the thin child, but he did not eat it at all.

The little monster glanced out of the kitchen and felt like he was dreaming. Mancheng Tiantong was fatal attraction to him. If he just went to eat like this, would he let down his benefactor's wishes? So he resisted the impulse, worked hard in the kitchen, and repayed his benefactor with his actions.

Luo Yang left for most of the day and suddenly there was a lot of noise. He had no chance to release Kun Ling, because the Tai A tribe was next to the Turing tribe.

"Turing clan? How could it be the Turing clan? This is inconsistent with the situation recorded by the Taiwu clan." Seeing a strange figure walking past, Luo Yang could stuff three eggs into his mouth.

"Oh, this Taicang young man, do you want to stay in a hotel?" The slender blood slave with a cone face flirted at Luo Yang, as if he was pulling customers into the store and could develop interracial love at will.

"Are you a blood slave?" Luo Yang narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman's eyebrows. He was undoubtedly a blood slave. However, the method of creating a blood slave is extremely special, and it seems that it can be continued from generation to generation.

"The slave family is naturally a blood slave. Now which one of our Turing tribe is not a blood slave? Since the decline of ancient times, our tribe has to be a blood slave of a certain god for generations. But we don't even know who the god who enslaved us is." The woman laughed, without any pain when she opened the scars.

"I don't know how many generations of such a shallow slave seal have been going on. Haven't you ever figured out how to untie it?" Luo Yang felt that the Turing tribes in the entire town were all tied up in a cocoon. He could untie the slave seal, but he was willing to walk around with a slave seal. What kind of mentality is this? He understood the sorrow of the imperial cultivator in his heart. He returned to the race for many years and saw this scene. If anyone had experienced a prosperous world, he would not have been better.

"I didn't expect that the guests also knew about blood marks. It seems that they have a lot of connection with our Turing clan. In fact, after so many generations, blood marks have no effect on us. On the contrary, if someone gets a special blood mark, they will get very powerful power. The blood marks are equivalent to our tattoos for many years. If a guy doesn't have a blood mark, it will make people feel awkward to look at them." The woman said very naturally.

Hearing this, Luo Yang realized that he had become accustomed to being natural. Now the Turing tribe has adapted to the blood seal, and even hopes to obtain extraordinary power from the blood seal and treat the blood seal as a fashionable tattoo. However, he did not know that the blood seal will not be of any benefit to future generations. In this environment, it is impossible for anyone to become a saint.

Luo Yang shook his head, feeling that the possibility of Emperor Xiu's desire to revitalize the Turing clan was slim. No wonder Emperor Xiu became so radical, but the result was counterproductive and he trapped himself in.

"I didn't expect that the Turing tribe and Tai A tribe are close together today. Judging from the geographical location, it seems that they have become vassals of Tai A tribe. Jin Yan actually flew so far. I thought that even if I entered the imperial level, I would not be able to reach the Turing tribe in less than a year or two. Now, I can find the Emperor Cultivator in advance and let this guy come to help." Luo Yang was very happy. The Emperor Cultivator is the Emperor Lord. Even if he was injured, his strength should not be underestimated.

In fact, Luo Yang thought that the divine blood was handed over to the imperial cultivator to use to play its due role. Keeping it in his own hands was equivalent to wasting natural resources. However, there was no clue where the imperial cultivator was, and perhaps it was not in this Turing territory.

With a try-out attitude, Luo Yang found a place on the street to sit down and took out five pieces of divine bone bones against the stone wall. The remaining divine talismans on it happened to be related to calculations.

"Oh Emperor Cultivation! Where are you? Your consciousness has surrendered to me, and I have established a dead contract with me. In order not to let me find your traces, I should have used some kind of cover-up method."

"Take me to see the power of the divine talisman with the guidance of the death contract."

"The universe is arbitrary, the talisman seal is performed, fast!" Luo Yang put his fingers together and pointed at the divine bone, used the super-powered talisman seal as a lead, stimulating the power of the divine bone and the divine talisman, splashing out the blue and purple spiritual light.

It was not the real spiritual light, but between the spiritual light and the divine light. The light drifted very fast, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, spreading in the Turing town under your feet.

The town is not big, covering only a radius of three kilometers.

In Luoyang's vision, the town suddenly turned pale blue, and after this pale blue appeared, it quickly radiated to the vast territory.

"Imperial Cultivator, where are you? I have divine blood here, which can help you become a saint." The voice was transmitted outward with the fluctuations generated by the tulle talisman.

There was no response for a long time, and the light blue light continued to expand. Logically speaking, even though Luo Yang had become a level 5 war emperor, the gap between him and the imperial cultivator was still huge, but there was an extremely rare death contract between the two, and even if the imperial cultivator became a saint, he could not break free from the shackles.

"I'm a dull man, without any response, where are you?" Luo Yang didn't find it strange. As long as the Emperor Cultivator approached him a little, he would become a puppet enslaved. No fool would emerge, let alone the dignified blood? How could he be willing to surrender?

Luo Yangji was patient and sat on the street and waited silently.

The blue light radiation range in my mind is getting wider and wider, and the boundaries that can be monitored are getting farther and farther away.

After waiting for a while, some kind-hearted people from the Turing tribe even left the copper plate and regarded Luo Yang, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, as a beggar. In this way, they accumulated a small amount and harvested more than a hundred copper plates, but the divine talisman never responded.

"It seems that the Emperor Xiu is not in this Turing territory, or the Turing territory has another territory. He has been buried in the dust for many years and may..."

Before Luo Yang's thoughts could end, he felt a slight waving across his eyebrows.

"Huh?" He said suspiciously, opened his eyes and looked at the divine bones on the left. He saw that the divine talisman left on it became twisted, and a vague guidance was generated, but he was not sure.

"Okay, there's always a direction."

Luo Yang put away his divine bones, looked at the copper coins thrown into his arms by a kind-hearted person, and laughed and said, "If you receive a favor from someone, you must be rewarded with the spring. From today on, you will not be a blood slave! Give you a chance to ascend to heaven."

The figure rose into the air, and before leaving, he threw out a trace of divine blood, stabbed into the eyebrows of those kind-hearted Turing people, and immediately removed the slave seal, causing their bodies to soar into the sky.

Luo Yang doesn't care whether these people can grow up. Anyway, they give him some kind of favor, and he will give it to others thousands of times. As for whether they can afford it, it depends on personal luck.

In the future, this town became the holy city of the Turing tribe. However, by that time, today's beneficiaries had already gone to eight out of ten, and only a few survived. Because of the great good luck, they could not maintain their original nature. Whether it is human or Turing tribe, their nature will change with the changes in the overall environment. How can there be an unchanging person?
Chapter completed!