Chapter 325: Creating a ‘Spiritual Child’

Mu Bowen should be the one with the darkest power in the world, so it is not surprising that Meng Xing can grow the Dark Fruit.

[Dark Fruit: S-level]

[Consume spirituality and have the infinite gravity of a black hole. ]

[When using the ability, the hands will turn black and the body will emit black smoke. It can suck in everything that comes into contact with darkness, and infinitely compress and crush it. ]

This fruit is not yet ripe.

S-level fruit is indeed a bit troublesome.

However, Meng Xing needs it to grow quickly.

Meng Xing took a deep breath, and the black robe fluttered again.

One hand was the Immortal Fire Curse, and the other hand was the Green Lotus Earth Core Fire.

His eyes turned into white snake pupils, and the power of the white python Yinyan was entangled.

"Hah!"

With a muffled shout, the man with the largest spirituality in the world poured all his spirituality into the [Dark Fruit].

The green fruit grew rapidly, and after absorbing a lot of spirituality, it finally began to mature.

When the complete [Dark Fruit] appeared in front of Meng Xing, Meng Xing showed a satisfied smile at the corner of his mouth.

He took off the [Dark Dark Fruit] and stuffed it into Bai Zetsu's heart.

Bai Zetsu looked at his hands blankly. With low intelligence, he only knew that he had gained a strong power.

But this power was not complete.

Because Bai Zetsu did not devour the devil fruit, but only absorbed part of the devil fruit's power.

He was in a hazy state below the S-level and above the A-level.

Meng Xing grabbed Bai Zetsu's head, and purple curse marks crawled all over Bai Zetsu's body like insects.

This is the power of the Soul Soul Fruit. Meng Xing is fabricating a memory.

Bai Zetsu's face showed pain:

"I... I am a spirit boy!"

Meng Xing tapped Bai Zetsu's head lightly, and the pain on Bai Zetsu's face disappeared, and he became dull again.

Meng Xing asked:

"Who are you?"

Bai Jue said dully:

"The world's first awakener, Ling Tong."

Meng Xing continued to ask:

Bai Jue said:

"I am not dead. The president took me to the Night Watch World and restored my life and strength.

I became a demon-level hunter.

I have been secretly carrying out the president's tasks."

Meng Xing nodded, quite satisfied, and asked again:

"What do you want to do most?"

A trace of hatred flashed in Bai Jue's eyes:

"I want to kill those S-rank people in Xia Country. They beat me seriously!"

Meng Xing continued to ask:

"If I arrange for you to carry out a mission near Laoye Mountain, what will you do?"

Bai Jue seemed to suppress himself, and his whole body trembled desperately:

"Laoye Mountain? There are It's Qingluo Laosha.

That's the territory of Hehuan Sect!

For eighty years, eighty years, I have lived in hatred every day.

When I get there, I will enter a state of madness, and I will flatten the Hehuan Sect!

I will rub Yang Qingyun's charming head clean, including bones and flesh! "

Meng Xing's smile widened:

"If someone reports my name, what will you do?"

Bai Jue's eyes widened, full of fear:

"I will be afraid, I will be scared to death!

They don't understand the president's terribleness, they don't understand the president's great ideals!

I am just an ant beside the president, he can demote me to the underworld at will and let me suffer torture and suffering!"

Meng Xing nodded Bai Jue's head again.

Bai Jue fell asleep immediately.

...

A week passed quickly, and today's security building was full of force.

The surrounding blocks were all under security control, and no vehicles or pedestrians could pass.

At the outermost edge, the vehicles of the Public Security Bureau always flashed the security lights, and the sheriffs were on high alert. Even the director of the Security Bureau of the imperial capital was in charge of the command.

He knew that a group of bigwigs who could make Xiaguo tremble with a stomp of their feet would gather in the Security Bureau building today!

. . . . . . .

The conference room was very spacious and luxurious. It was unimaginable that the poor Security Bureau had such a place.

The chandelier was made of pure glass, and the chairs were all equipped with silent massage.

The style of the main conference room was black and white. There were portraits of some powerful old people hanging on the walls, and a solemn and serious feeling came over.

A strong breath came from the participants.

Those people could only sit on the periphery.

They also knew very well what their purpose was. They came because of the threat of the Security Bureau.

If they did not attend the meeting and did not reassure the Security Bureau, they would die the next day.

Although they were A-level, they seemed to be high above, but in fact, they were nothing compared to those people in the front row.

This year's meeting made some hermits feel very strange,

because there used to be three groups of seats in the front row, representing the three holy places.

This year, there are actually four groups of seats. Could it be that a new holy place was born?

Some people who are often active in the secular world know that the fourth group of seats belongs to the Hunter Guild.

The fourth holy place, the Hunter Guild!

But... The Hunter Guild caused such a big mess some time ago and killed so many leaders of the Public Security Bureau. Is it really okay?

Will the Public Security Bureau make a fuss about the Hunter Guild at this meeting?

They dare not discuss it. They have to keep absolutely quiet.

People from the three holy places gradually entered the venue.

A group of red-robed people surrounded a red-robed girl and entered the venue.

Many people knew what happened to the Moon Worship Sect. The red-robed girl personally admitted that Mu Bowen of the Moon Worship Sect died at the hands of a traitor from the Hunter Guild.

A fragrant breeze blew, making people confused and dazed.

Three beauties with their own merits walked into the venue.

A mature and sexy royal sister, a young and beautiful girl, and a sexy woman who is mature to the core.

These three are Yang Qingyun, the leader of the Hehuan Sect.

The great disciple of Hehuan Sect, Jiang Xinru.

The great elder of Hehuan Sect, Liu Yanyan.

Zhang Laodao, Director of the Safety Management Bureau, walked to the podium wearing a yellow robe.

Only the first awakened person in Xia State could preside over the Xia'an Conference, and only he could command the crowd of heroes.

After the old Taoist priest walked to the podium, he didn't say a word. The old Taoist priest closed his eyes and rested on the ground.

Everyone knows that they are waiting for the Fourth Holy Land, the Hunters Guild, to enter.

Liu Yanyan frowned and said with dissatisfaction:

"The Hunter's Guild is so grand, so many people are just waiting for him?"

Yang Qingyun said nothing, Jiang Xinru whispered:

"Aunt Yan, please wait a little longer. It's better not to say bad things about the Hunter Guild."

Liu Yanyan rolled her eyes at Jiang Xinru:

"No matter how big or small, is the Hunter Guild really that awesome? Even if you complain, can they still hear you?"

At this moment, under the shocked eyes of everyone, a dark door opened out of thin air!

Three figures walked out slowly.

The white-haired man at the head wore a Weeping Ghost King mask and was dressed in black robes.

Of the two people behind him, one was wearing a white fox mask, a valuable white shirt and tight business pants, showing off his beautiful figure to the fullest.

The other one was wearing a ghost mask, and his whole person was wrapped tightly in black clothes.

"coming."

Everyone secretly thought, secretly looking at the three of them.

The leader is the rumored president, right?

The old Taoist priest Meng Xingchong nodded slightly and sat down.

Sumanman and Huang Jie were standing behind Meng Xing.

Huang Jie said in a low voice:

"The meeting can begin."

These words crossed the line and took the spotlight, and everyone secretly said something crazy.

But none of those in the front row showed dissatisfaction.

Those who have awakened their spatial abilities are as powerful as S-level!

The old Taoist priest smiled slightly:

"The 84th Cheyenne Conference begins."

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