Invincible to all realms from the super seminary

Chapter 22 Demon Spirit Altar
Demon Altar.

As the name suggests, it is the place where the demon clan refines demon spirits.

For the younger generation like Jin Dali who had never refined a demon spirit crystal, as long as they got the demon spirit crystal, they would usually go to the demon spirit altar to receive blood tempering, and then refine the demon spirit crystal.

Otherwise, you can only waste the opportunity in vain and regret for life.

Of course, it doesn't mean that everyone has to go to the demon spirit altar to receive blood tempering before they can refine the demon spirit crystal.

If your aptitude is monstrous enough, you can support yourself.

It's just that it's rare for a genius like this to come across in a thousand years, so it's better for ordinary people to follow the rules honestly.

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"It's really enviable. It turned out to be the top-grade Scarlet Flame Lizard Demon Spirit. This guy's luck is really good."

"Damn it! I blame you. Let me just say that this kid is unusual. If you had listened to me when he was outside the altar enchantment, we would have snatched him away. Why are you still staring at him now?"

"Come on, you're an afterthought. You were the one who didn't dare to do anything at that time?"

"Shut up! It's obvious that you are too cowardly to drag me down!"

"You bastard!"

"You're the bastard!"

crackling...

At this moment, the vicinity of the demon spirit altar is extremely lively.

Hundreds of young demon disciples with different looks surrounded the altar, talking about the people on the altar who were undergoing blood tempering, or simply resigned to their fate, holding their own low-level demon spirit crystals, unhappy.

Just when everyone was expecting that they would be the next person selected by the altar to receive blood tempering, a burst of noise suddenly exploded.

"Look quickly! There is a member of the Golden Lion clan flying in the sky!"

"What? When will the golden lion family fly? Let me see."

"It's true, but it seems that he was taken by a bird-human ugly to fly."

"It's interesting, the dignified Golden Lion clan will cooperate with the lowly Birdman clan, this is big news!"

What everyone was talking about was Qing Xia and Jin Dali who came in a hurry.

Qing Xia looked at the strange-looking monsters below, feeling slightly disappointed.

After coming so far, there isn't even a Shouer girl he likes down there.

"It's about to land."

Qing Xia reminded Jin Dali.

"Ah, landing?"

As soon as Qing Xia finished speaking, her body moved.

I saw that Qingxia turned in the direction and fell down with Jin Dali at a very high speed.

The speed was so fast that Jin Dali trembled violently in fright, thinking that he was going to kill the donkey.

"This bird-human race is so fast!"

"Cut, so what if it's fast? It's not a weak chicken, I feel like I can slap him to death."

"Shh, keep your voice down, that's a member of the Golden Lion Clan, what if that Birdman is his servant? It would be bad to offend the Golden Lion Clan."

A pig-headed man whispered.

"That's right, it's better for us to talk less."

After a while, Qingxia safely landed with Jin Dali on an open field.

As soon as Jin Dali stepped on the ground, he breathed a sigh of relief, looking like he was alive after a catastrophe.

On the contrary, Qing Xia, the "servant", looked calm and looked around.

Due to Jin Dali's aristocratic status, a group of people who thought they were good soon came together.

Pythons, black bears, giant deer, there are all kinds of races.

Qing Xia felt as if she had entered a zoo.

But those people were obviously more interested in Jin Dali, while Qing Xia was selectively forgotten.

Although Qingxia was a little upset, she didn't bother to get close to them.

It's just a bunch of ugliness, if there is a lady with animal ears here, he might still be interested in pretending.

But there are only a group of big bosses here, who is he pretending to be?
The current situation is actually quite good. At least half of the team has dispersed, freeing up space near the altar for him.

With both hands in his pockets, Qing Xia wobbled to the bottom of the altar.

"Hehe, this guy looks a bit like Thornton."

Qing Xia looked at a lizard clansman on the stage, and couldn't help comparing it with Thornton.

At this moment, Lizard Throwing is doing the most critical part.

The demon spirit crystal has been opened by the power of the altar, and the inheritance light group within it is slowly sinking into the brow of the lizard head.

Qing Xia stared at this process intently, trying to ask what the specific principle of the system is.

But this useless system only replied "This system doesn't know either", and then it fell silent, extremely arrogant and lazy.

At first glance, it is not cleaned up again.

"Hey, brother, let's make friends."

At this time, a simple and honest voice came into Qing Xia's ears.

Qing Xia looked for the sound, and saw a thin pangolin trying to pat Qing Xia's shoulder, but in the end it could only reach Qing Xia's waist, so embarrassing.

"Hi, my name is Shan Twelve, a descendant of the Chuanshan Clan, can I make friends with you?"

Qing Xia looked at the little pangolin with firm eyes, couldn't help laughing twice, and then patted the top of his head.

Very smooth, very smooth.

"Little guy, my name is Qing Xia."

"Qingxia, nice to meet you."

Shan Twelve stretched out his hand to Qing Xia.

But Qingxia can see some love for the house and crow in the eyes of this little guy.

It seems that this little guy wants to climb the threshold of Jin Dali's so-called Golden Lion Clan through him.

It was a clever little calculation, but he was wrong.

"Well, you can fly, are you a child of the bird people?"

Shan Twelve looked suspiciously at Qing Xia who looked strange to them, and said curiously.

After all, in his little mind, only the bird people can fly.

"I'm not a bird-human race, I'm a child of the Yanhuang clan."

Qing Xia looked into Shan Twelve's eyes and said solemnly.

"Yanhuang tribe? I don't think I've heard of it."

Shan Twelve touched his smooth head, showing an expression of racking his brains.

"Don't think about it, it doesn't matter to you anyway."

"Oh."

"Shan Twelve, do you recognize the lizard head on the altar?"

"Yes, he is a direct descendant of the Salamander clan. His bloodline is noble, and now he has obtained the top-grade red flame lizard demon spirit. His combat power has been improved to a higher level."

"Extreme demon spirit, is it very strong?"

"Very strong! If you successfully refine the top-grade demon spirit, you will at least be able to become a high-level demon general in the future, and you may even become the one-in-a-million demon king."

When Shan Twelve said that, there was a look of yearning in his eyes.

"I see."

While chatting with the little pangolin, Qing Xia collected and pieced together the information she already knew.

The demon spirits in this world are roughly divided into six ranks: low rank, middle rank, high rank, extreme rank, king rank, and imperial rank.

The higher the rank of the demon spirit, the higher its growth potential.

Therefore, the status of the children of the Yaozu who have refined high-level demon spirits is relatively higher.

This is actually not much different from the spiritual root in Xiuxian novels.

It's just that one is born and the other can be acquired.

There is no essential difference between the two.

Just when Qing Xia was thinking, there was a sudden big wave of air on the altar.

"Success!"

Seeing this, Shan Twelve shouted excitedly, as if he had succeeded.

The guy with the lizard head proudly stepped down from the altar after he succeeded, and returned to the ranks of the lizard clansmen, enjoying the compliments from the family's children.

As for the people along the way, he didn't pay attention at all.

Especially the low-level races like Qingxia and Shanshier.

But at this moment, Qing Xia is looking around with Shan Twelve, wanting to see who will be next.

Right now!
A beam of golden light happened to sway down from the altar and landed on Qing Xia's body.

"What does this mean?"

Qing Xia looked at Shan Twelve and asked.

"Qing Xia, you have been chosen by the altar, and you will be the next one."

Shan Twelve still had an excited expression, yelling.

"It's my turn? But I don't have any demon spirit crystals."

Qing Xia became suspicious, and was stunned for a moment.

When the people nearby saw this, they couldn't help casting mocking glances at Qing Xia.

"The weak bird of the bird-human race will be selected by the altar. Guess what his demon spirit will be?"

"I guess it's a crow."

"I guess it's a sparrow."

"I guess duck."

"I think it's more like a caterpillar...hahahaha!"

"Damn it, this group of cheap bastards, I'm not pretending to force you, but you are still picking things up. If the tiger doesn't show off his power, he will treat me as a sick cat, right?"

Just as Qing Xia was about to suppress all the scumbags present who ridiculed him, the voice of the system just rang out at this moment.

"Ding dong, an unknown error has occurred, and the genetic information of Thorton's dark plane is mutating..."

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