Lin Feng beguiled the Old Emperor before him, but inwardly, he sneered again and again.
A mere mortal dreamed of eternal life?
If not for the golden dragon of fortune protecting the Old Emperor, Lin Feng would long since have turned him into a dried-out corpse!
What a waste of the million-person blood sacrifice I set up. I originally wanted the Old Emperor to keep Ouyang and Leng Qingsong occupied, then use the killing formation to kill them both once and for all. Who knew the Old Emperor would be so useless!
All those people he had killed these past days had truly gone to waste!
Trash!
The Lin Feng before him was none other than Ling Feng, formerly the eldest disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect's Sect Master. By now, he had perfectly adapted to the body of the Devil Race Sacred Son, Zu Yuan.
Lin Feng felt the surging power within his body. In a mere dozen or so days, he had leaped from the third level of Nascent Soul to the sixth.
There were no barriers to his cultivation. He could feel himself growing stronger every moment.
The sensation utterly enthralled Lin Feng. Compared with his own body, this dear junior brother's physical aptitude truly made him a favored son of heaven!
But it was still too slow!
His craving for power had begun to leave Lin Feng dissatisfied, even though he could feel his strength increasing every day.
He could improve his cultivation simply by killing people, but killing them one by one was far too slow!
Within Lin Feng's mind were various Devil Race Secret Arts recorded from Zu Yuan's time as the Devil Race Sacred Son.
Blood Sacrifice Great Art!
The more living beings offered in the blood sacrifice, the greater the improvement a