The faces of those monks who only had about a year left to live suddenly turned pale.
They don't have much origin anymore. They came here this time with the hope of death, hoping to use the last bit of origin in exchange for the possibility of advancement. However, judging from the current situation, their situation is not optimistic.
They were pleasantly surprised when they saw nearly 100,000 monks appear in the library. They thought it would only take up to half a year of their lifespan, but now something unexpected happened.
After the first wave of sacrifices, more than half of the 100,000 monks had fallen into coma, and all of them had been cleared out by the double-sword Taoist.
Now, we can only rely on ten or twenty thousand monks to sacrifice their origin and life span.
These monks thought they could hold on, but seeing the motionless Sky-Shattering Spear immediately plunged the monks, who had only one year left to live, into despair.
The sacrificial ceremony was already halfway through, and they had sacrificed almost all of their origins. Even if they stopped sacrificing now, it would be of no avail.
There are formations arranged by the ancestor of Shaitian around. Once the monk starts to sacrifice the source, even if the sacrificial action stops, the source will continue to be sacrificed until the monk dies or the ceremony ends.
Gradually, one year of life has been sacrificed.
The monk who only had one year left to live looked at the ceremony and still had no intention of stopping. His face was full of despair and he began to wait quietly for death. However, as time passed minute by minute, not a single monk fell down in the library. .
The original power is still gushing out from the palms of these monks, flowing continuously to the Sky-Shattering Spear. Even these sources show no signs of weakening or withering.
The short-lived monk, who only had one year left to live, began to feel the power of his own origin with a confused look on his face.
After a few seconds, the short-lived monk suddenly cut his palms, carefully compared the concentration of the essence on the two palms, and shouted excitedly at the surroundings.
"My origin has increased. I now have forty years of life left. I now have forty years of life left."
The short-lived monk looked at the blood pouring out of his palms, and his eyes began to glow with stars. He knelt on the ground with a 'plop': "Hahaha, although I don't know what happened, but my life should not be cut off." Ah, I don’t deserve to die.”
People near the short-lived monk felt the aura emanating from the short-lived monk, and asked doubtfully: "Is it because of this secret realm? Could it be that the terrain here will feed back the source?"
"The fog just now swallowed up the monk's origin. Now that the fog has disappeared, the origin has fed back, but why is it replenished so much?"
The monks in front of the library listened to the cry of the short-lived monk and began to check their own origins. For a while, cheers burst out in the front yard of the library, and almost all the monks were saying that their origins had increased.
Although they have not yet figured out why the monk's original power has increased, but they can increase the source without any effort, which is the most worthy of their celebration.
Of course, there are some monks who have sensed it dozens of times, but they have not felt any signs of their origin increasing. Even compared with before coming to the library, their origin has declined to a great extent.
These monks didn't understand what was wrong with them, but when they saw the monks receiving feedback from their origins, they were all having a great time reveling and felt very angry.
"Why, why..."
Nan Tian Yijian stood in front of the team, listening to the shouts from behind with an unhappy look on his face: "I obviously gave these back to them, why did they still have them after the wish link was disconnected, but my increased cultivation dropped? Down."
"Lord Feng Long, I am not convinced, and I, Nan Tian Yijian, will definitely not be convinced."
Nan Tian Yijian looked at Feng Long, muttered with a crooked mouth and squinted eyes, and peeked behind him from time to time. When he realized that no one heard him, he started to complain again.
"Are you still complaining now?"
The wind dragon jumped away from Lu Chen's head. The dragon's tail slapped Nan Tian Yijian's head hard. Nan Tian Yijian grinned in pain and jumped around Lu Chen.
"Am I telling you to seize the time to absorb the insights while the blessing of wish power is still there?"
A ball of wind blades appeared under the wind dragon, and they rushed towards Nan Tian Yijian one by one: "I have said so much but you just don't listen. Now that you don't have any cultivation left, you blame me again."
"What about them?"
Nan Tian Yijian ran around Lu Shen several times. Seeing that the wind blades behind him became less and less, he stopped holding his head and said, "It was the same time just now, how could they leave so many behind?" good fortune?"
"You have the nerve to say that? What virtues do you not know about yourself?"
Feng Long glanced around and grabbed Nan Tian Yijian's hair: "Why can they leave behind creation? It's because they are all monks who have been practicing in the world of cultivation for three to four hundred years."
"Even if some people have not practiced for three or four hundred years, they are monks who have seen the world. If they have the opportunity to enter their bodies, their first choice is to make it their own, but you choose to be in a daze."
"Boy Nantian, tell me now, who is to blame for not accumulating enough cultivation?"
"Ugh, okay."
Nan Tian touched his head with a sword and said with regret: "But the feeling of being instantly full of cultivation is so addictive that I didn't stop it for a while. I will definitely do it right away next time." Absorbing insights.”
Lu Chen looked at Nan Tian Yijian's appearance and said with a mixture of laughter and tears: "Okay, little Jianzi, please remember this lesson. The Ancestor's side is about to start. We will talk about other things later."
In the hands of the ancestor of the Broken Sky, the Broken Sky Spear bore the original essence and blood of tens of thousands of monks, and the body of the gun was slowly stained with the aura of the monks themselves, and some obscene and evil bloody feeling permeated the gun.
The ancestor of the Broken Sky closed his eyes and snorted coldly, and an astonishing thunder and lightning erupted directly from the Broken Sky Spear, instantly cleaning away the obscene blood on the gun, leaving only the pure cultivator's origin.
The body of the Broken Sky Ancestor soared into the air, driving the Broken Sky Spear through the protective shield, and appeared on the top of the cliff: "Fellow Taoists, please give me a helping hand."
The venerables and celestial beings at the front of the camp listened to the call of the ancestor of Broken Sky, and at the same time they held the magic weapon and floated into the air, injecting their own spiritual energy into the Broken Sky Spear as a blessing.
The void passage opened, and the thunder giant reappeared behind Sui Suitian's ancestor, opening his most powerful arms to hold the Sky-Smashing Spear firmly.
The thunder giant bowed to the ancestor of Suitian, and began to look around the monks in the library. When his eyes touched Lu Chen and the others, there was a dramatic change in his eyes, including shock, doubt, and lack of confidence.
"There's no need to look any further. People who come later will have their own opportunities. Let's get ready to start."
More and more cultivator essences were condensed on the Sky-breaking Spear. The ancestor of the Sky-breaking Sky said something to the Thunder Giant, and began to hold the spell in his hand. The clouds of heavenly calamity began to gather above his head and rushed towards the center of the cliff.
"Fellow Taoists, get ready. This time should be the last mist spurt. No matter what, we must find our own treasures. Those who are destined to find the secret treasures can take it."
"Those who are destined will take it..."
Listening to the roar of Ancestor Suitian, the monks quietly took out their weapons in their hands, preparing to rush in and search for treasures as soon as Ancestor Suitian opened the entrance to the secret realm.
The ancestor of Broken Sky looked around, and the controller, the Thunder Giant, thrust the Broken Sky Spear downwards with all his strength.
"boom……"
A crisp sound came, and the black fog rolled back even faster. A roar came faintly from the deepest part of the fog. Hearing this roar, Mr. Jun began to feel excited.
This roar was the roar of a giant. His plan for thousands of years finally began to take effect. Not only did the giant's heartbeat resume, but he was now truly awake.
The ancestor of Broken Sky once again mobilized all his cultivation, and his body slowly merged into the Thunder Giant's Dharma Eyes. He controlled the Thunder Giant to hold the Broken Sky Spear tightly with both hands, danced out a spear and stabbed it downwards.
The sky-shattering gun continued to grow thicker and longer in the thunder giant's hands, and was firmly inserted into the center of the black mist.
Then a series of crisp sounds appeared, and a transparent barrier of light appeared near the bottom of the cliff, and the Sky-Shattering Spear was stabbing steadily into the hole in the center.
The rich monk essence on the gun quickly flowed into the hole. The Houtian Divine Tree in Lu Chen's Tianchi felt it. A small tentacle protruded from the sole of Lu Chen's foot and rushed into the ground to absorb the monk essence.
Lu Chen felt the purpose of the tentacles, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
This Houtian Divine Tree usually has a strong love for the origin of monsters. This time, it felt the power of the origin suddenly appeared under the cliff, and it directly penetrated the layers of formations and began to compete with the giants below.
Watching the actions of Lu Chen's feet, Xiao Wuzhi laughed wildly: "I thought that after the young master entered the world of cultivation, his previous petty problem of being greedy for cheap would disappear."
"I didn't expect to have such a temperament to take advantage of him, but I still followed him closely. Now even the temperament of the Green Emperor Sacred Tree has become the same as his."
"Haha, the problems I had when I was a child can never be changed in this life. Now that the Green Emperor Sacred Tree has begun to take action, let's just let the giant fully wake up."
Blind Man Lu shook his head and chuckled. He quickly made a seal with his hands and sent back all the purified black mist. He turned around and took out a spiritual flying sword and shot it towards the cliff hole.
Ancestor Suitian seemed to feel something, and controlled the thunder giant to retreat quickly, dodging the black mist and the aura flying sword. He looked back at the direction where the flying sword came from, bowed his hands, and then continued to rush towards the cliff hole. .
Blind Man Lu controlled the black fog and swept it wildly under the cliff, sucking all the fog directly in.
"Wake up, you have been sleeping for so many years, it's time to wake up and take a look at the cultivation of future generations."
Blind Lu said softly, and with a flick of his right hand, the flying sword pierced the cliff hole and rushed in.
At this moment, the black mist seemed to have found an outlet, and all the original energy of the monk who carried it rushed in along the trajectory of the flying sword.
