Chapter 410 Curse
There are such huge giants in this world.
Lin Mu never imagined such a scene before seeing the giant's corpse.
The soul was shocked like never before.
"What is the identity of this giant corpse, and why was its heart dug out? It was also buried in Qingxu Cave."
Lin Mu's mind was spinning rapidly.
Thinking that what everyone was absorbing now was actually the blood of this giant's corpse, he felt a chill deep in his heart.
"Don't absorb too much. Although this giant corpse is dead, if too much blood is absorbed, I have a hunch that something bad will happen."
Lin Mu had a vague feeling that that kind of bad thing was similar to a curse.
If the giant's heart is dug out, how can it be without hatred and resentment? If it is possessed by its resentment, the gain will outweigh the loss.
Half an hour passed silently. ,
A disciple of Taixuanzong persisted for forty-eight minutes and finally reached his limit.
After roaring in pain, he rushed out of the blood pool.
At this point, there were only five people left in the blood pool.
Lin Mu didn't pay attention to the surrounding situation.
Because the true energy in his body was boiling again.
Under the influence of Beiming Jue's operation, Lin Mu absorbed blood energy at least a hundred times faster than others.
Therefore, for others, half an hour consumes energy equivalent to several months of practice, but for Lin Mu, it saves several years of effort.
Sixth level martial artist.
Lin Mu finally broke through again.
This level of cultivation is still at the bottom among the masters in Qingxu Cave, even worse than Du Wanxue and Chen Xiaofu.
But for Lin Mu, it was of great significance.
The energy required for each level he upgrades is dozens of times that of an ordinary person, so each time he improves, his increased strength is no less than that of a great martial artist.
"Absorb, give me all your strength to absorb."
The more blood he absorbed, the stronger the sense of crisis in Lin Mu's heart.
He can only speed up the devouring and absorbing, and get the maximum benefit before the crisis completely breaks out.
Others, by this time, were shocked to the point of numbness.
At the same time, almost everyone's eyes showed a fiery light.
People from other factions have the fire of greed, while those from Iron Sword Dao have the fire of reverence.
In the hearts of the strong men of Iron Sword Dao, it is natural that Lin Mu can persist for so long, because Lin Mu is the incarnation of the ancestral sword.
Three minutes later, the Iron Sword Dao disciple finally couldn't hold on any longer. He soaked in the blood pool for fifty-nine minutes.
"Unforgivable."
Ten minutes later, Guo Xun's face turned red and he jumped out of the blood pool.
Standing by the blood pool, he looked at Lin Mu with extremely gloomy eyes.
This little indigenous character has mastered some secret treasure and is still in the blood pool.
After fifteen minutes, even Bai Qiong of the Xuan Bing Sect couldn't hold on. The time he held on was eighty-two minutes.
Now, there are only two people left in the blood pool, the red-robed young man from Taixuan Sect and Lin Mu.
The young man in red robe had been soaked for ninety-two minutes, and Lin Mu had been soaked for forty-five minutes.
"Hurry up."
Others' eyes were still focused on Lin Mu and the red-robed young man.
Lin Mu was always paying attention to the giant corpse below.
Originally, the reason why the negative energy in the giant's corpse did not explode was because the giant's blood energy was too strong and suppressed all negative energy.
However, now, as the amount of blood absorbed continues to increase, the suppressive power is rapidly weakening.
Lin Mu had even seen traces of black and eerie energy emanating from the giant's corpse.
At this time, these negative gloomy energies have just appeared and dare not invade the blood of the giant's corpse.
But Lin Mu believed that as the blood from the giant's corpse continued to decrease, these negative energies would explode sooner or later.
Therefore, he must seize the time to absorb as much blood as possible before these negative energies explode.
In the blink of an eye, another five minutes passed.
The young man in red robe no longer looked calm, and sweat began to flow from his forehead.
Obviously, his endurance was about to reach its limit.
Could it be that Lin Mu persisted to the end in this blood pool test?
Although Lin Mu's persistence was still not as long as that of the red-robed young man, or even as long as Guo Xun and the disciple of Tie Jian Dao, if he was the only one left in the blood pool, it would be equally dazzling.
"The seventh level of martial arts master is only a hair away from the seventh level of martial arts master."
Lin Mu was tensed and yelled crazily.
Unfortunately, too much of the giant's blood was absorbed at this moment, and the negative energy could no longer be suppressed. Black and gloomy energy began to penetrate into the blood.
"It's too late, we must leave immediately."
Lin Mu cherishes life more than making breakthroughs in cultivation.
Immediately, without hesitation, he jumped out of the blood pool.
"Lin Mu finally couldn't hold on any longer."
"It's been a full fifty minutes. With his level of cultivation, even ghosts wouldn't believe him if he didn't rely on the most precious treasure."
There were exclamations all around.
Lin Mu had no time to pay attention to them. He only had one thought in his mind: "Leave this ghost place immediately."
He couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if the negative energy in the giant's corpse exploded.
But considering the size of the corpse, he was certain that the consequences would definitely not be pretty.
"Lin Mu, stop here."
"Want to escape? Everyone stop him. He must have a treasure on him."
Seeing Lin Mu's behavior, people subconsciously thought that Lin Mu was afraid that everyone was plotting against him, so he ran away in a hurry.
"Hand over the treasure."
The first person to take action was a disciple of the Xuan Bing Sect.
This disciple is a fifth-level great martial artist. Even though he was suppressed to the level of a perfect martial artist, he is still strong.
When he took action, his eyes were full of pride.
If you can kill Lin Mu this time, you can not only obtain Lin Mu's treasure, but also complete the sect's mission. It is really two birds with one stone.
As for the soul ring on Lin Mu's body, he was naturally wary of it.
But wealth can be found in danger. If you don't take risks, there will be no big gains.
What's more, he believed that the speed of his attack was enough to make Lin Mu, a martial artist, unable to react and not even have the chance to use the soul ring.
"roll."
The giant corpses were about to explode. Lin Mu had no time to deal with these people.
Without hesitation, he directly used his strongest strength.
As for reaction speed?
With his divine soul and heavenly eyes, his reaction speed is beyond what these people can imagine.
The great martial artist thought he was very fast, but he didn't know that under the cover of Lin Mu's soul and heavenly eyes, he was as slow as a turtle.
The power of the soul, attack!
In an instant, the movements of the Xuan Bing Sect disciple suddenly stiffened.
King Kong Fuhu Fist.
With his body like a divine dragon waving its tail, Lin Mu punched with his backhand at lightning speed.
Groan!
In a daze, people seemed to hear the ancient and desolate dragon roar coming from Lin Mu's fist.
In a flash of light and shadow, Shepherd Lin had already flashed in front of the Xuan Bing Sect disciple.
The fist, like a cannonball, hit the chest of the Xuanbing Sect disciple firmly.
With a bang, accompanied by a stream of blood, the body of the Xuan Bing Sect disciple drew a parabola in the air, and finally fell into the blood pool with a plop.
