At the foot of Jiuquan Peak, everyone stared intently at Sansheng Cliff. The red sun was streaming with fire, and strange signs fell from the sky. They fell under their noses and sintered the entire cliff into colored glaze. The flames were entangled and colorful. It lasted for a whole day and night before gradually cool down. Only a series of slight sounds were heard, and the glass fragments peeled off from the Sansheng Cliff, layer after layer. Chen Dan moved his brows, flicked his sleeves, whipped up a strong wind, and swept the fragments aside. The cliff was peeled off for more than ten feet, shrinking smaller and smaller, until in the end only a thin layer of stone shell was left, with a radius of only ten feet, and it was as vaguely translucent as a silkworm cocoon.
This is Shantao Qingxiu's cave, located in the heart of Sansheng Cliff. How did he get in and out? Everyone was full of suspicion, their hearts beating loudly, and no one was willing to look away or blink, for fear of missing something key.
Tiny cracks covered the stone shell, outlining large and small talisman patterns. At first glance, they looked somewhat similar to blood talismans, but upon closer inspection, they looked more specious. Chen Dan, Qi Ran, and Mo Lan knew little about blood talismans, not to mention the Demonic Beasts such as General Gui Ya, the Lord of Xiling. On the contrary, the blind Guan Guogong was in a daze. Although his eyes were closed, the lines However, the rune patterns are clear and distinct, as if they are engraved in the mind, and even the back of the stone shell, which cannot be penetrated by sight, is clearly visible. Something seems wrong! Guan Guogong suddenly woke up, and his thoughts suddenly returned to the land near the sea, on the volcanic island. From then on, scenes of light and shadow passed before his eyes. He thought about it from beginning to end, but he didn't notice anything strange.
Guan Guogong's heart suddenly became cold. The biggest difference was that he easily left the island and went north to the Lotus Peak of Nanming Mountain. He never forgot about the life and blood of the south and worked hard for it. Back then, he sacrificed himself for the mountain wave to block a blow, and the coldness invaded the Dantian. How can a person who has been desperate and desperate for a long time suddenly make such a violent move? From the beginning to the end, Shantao had no intention of giving him his life and blood. How could he take the initiative to fight for it at all costs and take it all for granted?
The stone shell cracked suddenly, and the cave appeared in front of us. There was an empty cave in the stone belly of the cliff, with a futon on the ground and a stone lamp next to the futon, that's all. Chen Dan was a little disappointed and felt that his eyelids were a little sore. He closed his eyes and opened them again. He was dazzled for no reason, as if he saw a figure sitting cross-legged on the futon, and the flame of the lamp was swaying like a ball of blood. Year after year, morning and evening, the order of the seasons outside Sansheng Cliff changes, and the shadow of a lone lamp inside Sansheng Cliff is ten years, twenty years, fifty years, one hundred years, three hundred years, eight hundred years, one year. For thousands of years... Shantao practiced in seclusion in this small stone belly. With no teacher or guidance, he realized the supernatural power of the supreme realm of the abyss alone. Until that day, everything fell into place and flowers bloomed.
Chen Dan sighed, he was not as good as Shan Tao.
As if touching a glimmer of opportunity, the cross-legged figure slowly stood up and walked away with a flick of his sleeves. The futon stone lamp turned into fly ash, and only the blood-like lamp flame floated in the air, rolled around, and condensed into a drop. The blood essence and aura are rising steadily. Nanming Mountain is like an awakened dragon, thundering and roaring from the bottom of the abyss. The Seventy-two Lotus Peaks shake and the mountains shake in response.
That is the natural blood of the South, there is no doubt about it. Chen Dan couldn't help but take half a step forward. The Haotian Divine Realm fell into reality and slowly opened. Qi Ran's joints "clicked" and violent blood spurted out from his pores. It turned into a big snake, wrapped its body tightly and flew through the air. The two towns of Zhuanlun and Zhenlun will face each other tit for tat, and a chaotic war is about to break out.
The breath of the southern natal blood touches the heart of Lord Xiling. He has never been so eager. If he can swallow that drop of blood, the stubborn diseases of the blood will be cured without medicine. There may be a glimmer of opportunity to give rise to a cycle of his own. Red Sun ranks among the masters of the abyss. Behind the desire was a deep fear that could not be described in words, like death spreading its wings and casting a thick shadow. His eyes were straight and he could not move even an inch. Lord Xiling turned his head and neck with difficulty and glanced at Guiya General, only to see him standing frozen in place, seemingly attracted by his own blood and energy, and had lost his usual calmness.
The natal blood of the south was so sweet and bewitching that Lord Xiling only glanced at him and then looked away. The essence and blood were like a flame, beating in the depths of his eyes. wrong! A voice was screaming desperately deep in his heart. Lord Xiling's mind was a little slow. It took him a long time to understand why General Gui Ya was so far away? Everyone stepped forward step by step, but he remained calm and retreated further and further away!
Tick tock! Essence and blood dripped from the air, landed on the rough stone slabs, and spread in all directions. Bright red runes gradually emerged, as thin as gossamer, forming specious blood runes that instantly enveloped a hundred feet in radius. The mighty power of heaven and earth imprisoned everyone in the original place. The earth and mountains press on me, making it difficult to leave even an inch. The generals of Dukong and Zhuanlun reacted very quickly. Before the powerful force could be added, they turned into strange energy first, and suddenly passed by Shen Yuan Lake and landed on the shore.
The bottom of Shenyuan Lake rumbled, and the water cascaded thousands of miles away, revealing dark and wet rocks, winding and intertwined, integrating with Jiuquan Peak. The earth trembles, Lotus Peak is like a boiling pot, the earth and rocks are rolling and collapsing. With Jiuquan Peak of Shenyuan Lake as the center of the formation, ravines are crisscrossed and continuous, connecting the seventy-two peaks. Under the sky and above the abyss, a majestic giant appears. Array.
The nebulae in Wei Shiqi's eyes were turning, and he followed the evolution of the formation back to the formation. Across the dry Shenyuan Lake, his eyes fell on the vanished Sansheng Cliff. At that time, Fan Wei, the Lord of the West, deployed a mountain of corpses and sea of blood array in the Tibetan Army Cave, which gave rise to Tibetan Army Pillars, broke the boundary wall, jumped out of the abyss, and escaped into the land of the Three Realms, never to return. Shan Tao was so generous that seventy The two lotus peaks are connected to form a formation, what is their intention? Is it possible to risk the disapproval of the world and mobilize the mighty power of heaven and earth to annihilate them all? He probably didn't expect that there were two Lords of the Abyss in Lotus Peak. The Lord of the East and the Lord of the North would join forces and knock down half of the Seventy-Two Peaks...
The large formation was activated, and the essence and blood outlining the runes rose up in thick clouds, no more, no less, condensed into eight drops. The southern part of the life blood was divided into eight, and floated tremblingly in front of everyone. The thoughts of Shan Tao were invariably printed in their minds, and Sansheng Cliff Next, three lives are predestined. Whoever refines the blood energy first will be able to detect the location of the remaining seven blood energies. Whoever collects eight drops of blood essence and refines all the blood energy first will be the Lord of the South!
The essence and blood sink into the eyebrows one by one. This is the method of cultivating the poison. The willing one will take the bait, but who will refuse the opportunity of the Lord of the South?
Shan Tao acted in a flawless manner, which was beyond everyone's expectation. As soon as the eight drops of essence and blood disappeared, the Seventy-Two Lotus Peak Formation was launched with all its strength. Zhao Qantong had a look of surprise on his face, and the next moment he disappeared out of thin air, unknown to where he was moved. where. Wei Shiqi could see clearly, and his heart was like a mirror. The great formation set up by the mountain waves was not a killing formation, but a moving formation. Before refining their own blood and energy, they were scattered all over the world, on the top of the mountain and at the bottom of the abyss. Apart from practicing in seclusion, they , there is nothing to do.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Jian Da De Dei followed in the footsteps of Zhao Qian Tong and disappeared without a trace, followed by Duke Guan Guo, Lord of Xiling, and General Gui Ya. With each person missing, the power of heaven and earth becomes stronger. When it was Mo Lan's turn, her eyes were in harmony, her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, and she immediately moved away for the formation.
