He only felt that this formation was like a bloodthirsty demon that had been sucking his blood crazily, but had no intention of answering his prayers.
Mu Chen's body shriveled up to the naked eye.
If he were an ordinary person, he would have died from such a large amount of blood loss.
Mu Chen could barely protect his heart and soul with his spiritual power, so he didn't die immediately.
However, he was just trying to hold on. As long as the bloodline formation continued, he would become a mummy in a minute at most.
If he stopped now, Mu Chen could still save his life.
However, Mu Chen had no intention of stopping.
"Please, ancestor—" Mu Chen's soul shouted from the depths of the sea of consciousness.
Outside the Haotian Temple, the young emperor was using his life to gain a slim hope.
In the Haotian Temple, in the main hall, on the throne, Lin Tianhao's usually dull eyes had golden brilliance beating rapidly.
All the gods know that Lin Tianhao's sea of consciousness is innately closed, like a hard egg, seamless and indestructible. Even the Emperor and Queen of Heaven can open it even if they work together.
At this moment, at this moment, the closed shell that even the Emperor and Queen of Heaven could not break apart seemed to be breaking under Wang Jingzhu's low sobs.
Suddenly, a tiny crack appeared.
Immediately there was a vast, ancient atmosphere that was quickly repairing this crack.
The rift has just healed.
The anxiety and sadness in Wang Jingzhu's voice became stronger, and another crack appeared, as if something was anxiously trying to respond to Wang Jingzhu.
The vast, ancient breath surges out again, repairing.
split,
repair.
split again,
Repair again.
Crack again.
Lin Tianhao's rock-steady body gradually began to tremble.
He seemed to be about to step down from the throne at any moment and transform from a statue into a living person.
The cracks in the innately sealed place are gradually increasing.
The vast, ancient aura is getting stronger and faster, and the repair speed is getting faster and faster; no matter how many cracks appear, they can be repaired instantly.
The girl's anxious chattering never stopped, and the cracks kept reappearing again and again.
Wang Jingzhu refused to give up, so he refused to give up.
The vast, ancient breath can only be repaired again and again.
If there is no external force, perhaps this "war" will continue until Wang Jingzhu's voice disappears completely. At that time, it will either return to closure or explode into nothingness.
At this moment, Mu Chen cut his wrist open and let Haotian's blood drip down.
The extremely thin Haotian bloodline cannot really communicate with Haotian even if it is burned out.
However, that vast, ancient aura was sensed.
There's no way, it's too close.
The inside and outside of the temple are two different worlds to mortals; to powerful and ancient beings, they are just a short distance away.
"Please, ancestor—" No one else could hear Mu Chen's soul roaring in the sea of consciousness.
However, a certain being heard it, and it sounded like thunder.
Without him, the distance is too close.
This sentence "Please, ancestor -" did not explain what he was asking for. It seemed that the young man knew that he could not get anything.
so,
There is only endless helplessness.
There is only endless despair.
"Alas..." A long sigh came from the depths of Lin Tianhao's innately closed sea of consciousness.
"Maybe I'm wrong."
"The past will pass."
"The future will always come."
"Lin Tianhao? There is nothing new in this name. I don't like it very much."
"That's all. If you want to save me, go ahead."
"Oh, it's only a little bit closer. Give me a little more time..."
The cracks opened more and more fiercely, and the vast ancient
The old breath is no longer working hard.
The sea of consciousness, which was innately closed like an egg, finally broke open at this moment.
Among them, stood a super huge, super mysterious, super invincible being.
This existence is huge and boundless, and seems to span countless planes; His whole body contains shocking power, and it seems that he can destroy the heavens with just a move of his fingers.
Click——
An inaudible cracking sound.
As the innate closed sea of consciousness broke open, this super huge, super mysterious, and super invincible existence suddenly turned into countless fine sand and fell into Lin Tianhao's sea of consciousness, becoming the foundation for the depths of Lin Tianhao's sea of consciousness.
Just like a remains that had been buried for millions of years, the moment it saw the light, it suddenly turned into fine sand.
Lin Tianhao's dull face suddenly became animated, and he let out a childish cry. "Aunt Jing!" She suddenly jumped off the throne like a naughty child.
This one has disappeared.
next moment.
He arrived in front of Wang Jingzhu.
Wang Jingzhu was still talking while holding the Haotian Temple summons token. At this time, her face was filled with tears and her voice was choked with sobs.
With tears in her eyes, a pair of hands suddenly touched her face. Wang Jingzhu was startled, and she subconsciously raised her hand to open it, but her hand was held by the other party.
"Aunt Jing--" Lin Tianhao said the words with difficulty in his mouth. There was no expression on his face, and his eyes were full of innocence.
Wang Jingzhu had already sensed who was coming, but she quickly dried her tears and took a closer look at the person before she was sure.
The great master Lin Tianhao is really here!
king
The people in Jingzhu were very happy and packed their bags in full swing, preparing to raid Zhaoyang Divine Kingdom and take them away.
The outside world has collapsed.
It's true, the sky is falling.
Mu Chen's eyes widened in horror, and he watched in disbelief as the Haotian Temple, which had not been damaged even if the earth collapsed, suddenly turned into a large piece of sand, scattered and flying.
He was so shocked that the blood that was sucked into the blood formation quickly flowed back into his body. He didn't even notice, let alone that the concentration of Haotian's blood in the blood that flowed back into his body was much higher.
Before he had time to check his restored and increased strength, he saw blood raining down.
No one needed to explain, because of the response from his bloodline, Mu Chen immediately knew what happened.
His bloodline ancestor, Haotian, died!
He burst into tears: "Ancestor——"
why? He just wanted to beg his ancestor to save Wang Jingzhu, so why did he refuse to beg his ancestor? !
at the same time,
The ruins of the God Realm were filled with blood.
In the three thousand realms of Haotian, blood rain poured down from all realms.
There is majestic and vast breath bursting in the depths of the void, and golden rain of blood surges in the void.
skyline.
The word "Haotian" on the gate of Haotian Palace suddenly cracked open.
The Haotian God's throne collapsed.
The Emperor of Heaven is still there
