Ke Xiaoliang glanced at his magic value balance.
At this time, the balance of magic value reached an unprecedented level of more than 700 million points.
Among them, nearly 500 million were accumulated previously.
The most important contribution was made in the wasteland world and the emergence of the Giant of Light.
The remaining 200 million were harvested at Duantian Cliff in Gaowu World.
He raised his hand and spent three million magic points to bring the Jueling Box containing Gu Tailang's head into the divine realm, place it in a separate empty room and seal it temporarily.
Ke Xiaoliang reached out and touched the solid ground.
"Consume the magic value... and bring it back to the wasteland world!" Ke Xiaoliang's thought came to him.
With the accumulated magic value, the water was opened and the water flowed out.
The magic value of 100 million disappeared in an instant.
The blood of the ancient gods was not shaken at all.
Another 100 million magic values dissipated.
The blood of the ancient gods finally began to waver a little bit.
Along with this, the entire Blood Demon Palace shook.
Li Xingzhou, the master of the Blood Demon Palace who had just withdrawn from the world of high martial arts, felt the turmoil of everything around him and instantly understood what was happening.
I was shocked, angry...even scared.
Roaring: "The elders listen to the order and work with me to set up the Youquan Blood Sea Formation to secure the mountain gate. Don't let the villain succeed!"
It's not that he doesn't want to arrange for people to find out who is doing it and how he is doing it.
But at this moment, it was too late.
He must make the most important decision and use everything he has to protect the most important treasures of the Blood Demon Palace, the Blood Sea Scripture and the blood of the ancient gods.
A total of sixty-four elders of the Blood Demon Palace stood up, which was almost all the elders of the Blood Demon Palace.
These elders, under the coordination of Li Xingzhou, stood at the correct formation nodes, and then operated the palace-protecting formation in the Blood Sea Palace. They slightly changed the formation to become more turbulent and surging. Of course, It also consumes more spiritual energy, mana, true energy, as well as the blood cloud and plasma accumulated in the Youquan Blood Sea Formation.
In the vast chaos, a long blood river spanned the north and south of the sky, and then wrapped around the entire mountain gate of the Blood Demon Palace.
The calamity volcano under the blood cloud began to erupt.
What it spurts out is not magma, but billowing blood gas and blood smoke.
Looking at the blood of the ancient god that stopped shaking.
Ke Xiaoliang consumed another 200 million magic points in one go.
At this time, Ke Xiaoliang spent 400 million magic points to bring the blood of the ancient gods into the wasteland world, which actually exceeded Ke Xiaoliang's psychological expectations.
The blood of the ancient god shook even more violently.
Under the influence, the blood cloud in the Blood Demon Palace began to collapse on a large scale.
Various palaces, secret realms, and buildings that were superimposed on the blood cloud... all began to collapse.
Scattered blood clouds, like impurities, peeled off from high in the sky and were blown away by the strong wind.
A large number of unprepared Blood Demon Palace monks were also thrown into the chaotic torrent and blown to all directions.
Low-level monks who were not skilled enough to fly fell from the high clouds, then hit the ground and turned into pulp.
The blood nest is broken!
The 'blood cows' who were kept in captivity let out frightened and mournful howls.
In the 'blood cattle' group, some of the 'bison' who were captured for breeding were motivating and encouraging them with words. Those strong 'blood cattle' allowed them to resist bravely. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
They can escape, they can leave, they can be free and live like human beings.
Then the bison were knocked down by the strong blood bull.
In the confusion and panic, a large number of bloody cattle trampled over the bison.
In the collapsed blood nest, several new innocent souls were added.
The fifth billion!
Ke Xiaoliang consumed the magic value and increased it to the 500 millionth.
At this time, almost half of the ancient god's blood had been stuffed into the wasteland world.
And in the wasteland world, lightning and thunder suddenly began, and there seemed to be something more in the restless air... something that should have existed long ago, but never really existed.
Does anyone remember?
The original name of the wasteland world...Ke Xiaoliang called it the 'Tomb of the Gods'.
This is God’s cemetery, God’s pasture, and even more so the wasteland abandoned by God.
But it has no God!
Because Ke Xiaoliang didn't understand God and didn't know what kind of God it was, it was certainly difficult for him to create a God.
Without understanding and understanding, creating an advanced life that far exceeds one's own true realm requires an immeasurable accumulation of magic values.
And there is a certain probability of losing control.
But now... with the influx of the blood of the ancient gods.
This world has the charm of God... or the charm of God, the breath of God.
It is filling every corner of this world, and then actively and even... quite appropriately, it is integrated into the rules of this world.
The regular threads are like a net that surrounds the blood of the ancient gods and slowly penetrates towards the core.
This allowed Ke Xiaoliang's originally terrible consumption of magic value to be relieved to a certain extent.
The tug-of-war with the monks from the Blood Demon Palace also began to achieve a comprehensive victory.
There are many elders in the Blood Demon Palace, and many monks work together to stabilize the blood of the ancient god.
Ke Xiaoliang has a world of rules and helps in the tug of war.
Sixty million!
The 600 millionth magic value was ignited.
Ke Xiaoliang did not directly invest in the option of incorporating the blood of the ancient gods into the wasteland world this time.
Instead, all of the 100 million magic values were used to construct the god of the wasteland world.
The God who originally existed in mouths, stories, and legends.
In the distant new world.
On that continent carried by Leviathan, in a small, dilapidated, poor and extremely lacking base city, in an ordinary down-and-out family, an unmarried and virgin girl gave birth in pain.
She gave birth to a girl with snow-white skin and sea-blue eyes, who were born with brightness.
In the wasteland world, the light is getting stronger and the darkness is getting thicker.
The eight giants of light who guarded the Phoenix City and the old continent looked towards the direction of the new continent and issued instructions to arrange for a large number of high-level demon sealers to go to sea to find the Holy Child in the new continent and protect her.
But Matthew, who had already arrived in the New World, showed a mixture of madness and fanaticism.
"The Son is born!"
"God...is back!"
"And I will ascend the throne in the darkness and become the emperor of eternal night, the immortal master of darkness. Then let me... do what I should do!"
"All-knowing and all-powerful Father, let me, under your guidance, kill your mortal incarnation!" Matthew stood in the church without a cross and made a terrifying voice. Many pure black messengers who were newly transformed by him, such as Like a flock of birds, they flew away from the roof and scattered throughout the new continent, looking for the newborn Holy Child.
In reality... the moment the Holy Infant is born, the blood of the ancient gods is completely 'written' and has a new 'identity'.
It was just a drop of blood thrown away by some ancient god.
Although it is sacred, powerful, and contains immeasurable truth and charm, it is only a drop of blood.
And now, a world...a brand new world gives it the opportunity to truly become a god, how could it miss it?
It tends to be instinctive, and it also knows what to choose.
Therefore, the Blood of the Ancient God mercilessly abandoned the Blood Demon Palace that had supported it for tens of thousands of years, and fell into the arms of Ke Xiaoliang. It became the symbol of the 'god' in the wasteland world, and even reincarnated into the newly born Holy Child.
