At the end of the road, there is a brilliantly blooming flower.

"The Great God of Reincarnation."

Lin Fan whispered.

The scene was silent, and it was obvious that the God of Thunder and the others were talking about something to the Flower of the Other Side, but Lin Fan didn't know what they were talking about.

The mood is very complicated.

He had seen this dazzling flower from the other side of the world countless times, and it seemed to have appeared throughout ancient history.

Of course, this actually has nothing to do with him, it is all in the past, buried in the dust over the years.

But at this time, he seriously suspected that his own son, Lin Nuo, was the reincarnation of the great god of reincarnation.

Moreover, according to some historical records and comments from the gods, there are two gods who are least likely to die in this world. One of them is of course the God of Time and Space, but it only ranks second. The first is the God of Reincarnation.

In the name of reincarnation, and his great ambition when he became a god was to reshape the reincarnation of heaven and earth, how could he die?

Ever since Xiao Nuo was born, he has been thinking about a question until now. If Xiao Nuo is really the reincarnation of the great god of reincarnation, how will he deal with himself when he awakens?

This is by no means a groundless worry, he feels that one day this worry will come true.

But what can be done.

At this time, he could only sigh.

Many things are useless no matter how you imagine them. No matter how far you go, you will never know how to deal with them.

Lin Fan is here to pay his respects.

I originally thought that the people buried in the so-called barren grave must be that clan.

But at this time, he thought that was not the case, because he had already guessed that the corpse must belong to the great god of the Yellow tribe, but it had already been sent to the road to death.

So who is buried here?

Is it on the ninth floor?

Lin Fan frowned.

The picture reappeared, with the God of Thunder alone, and the God of Medicine and the God of Time and Space disappeared.

The God of Thunder came, holding the coffin with one hand, and the cries of all the spirits that were first heard started from this time.

The coffin was opened, and it was the shroud wrapped around the god's corpse. It was soaked in the god's blood until it was red and imbued with divine power. It was buried under the altar.

Lin Fan was shocked!

It was the shroud of God, contaminated with divinity. It must be far superior to ordinary imperial weapons, and even comparable to divine weapons.

Can he get it?

This is not disrespectful, but he needs a big killer weapon at this time.

The Chaos Suppressing God Bell is indeed strong enough, and Zhu Tian is indeed sharp enough, but they both have a major flaw, that is, their level is not high enough, and they can withstand ordinary emperors, even junior emperors.

However, his enemies cannot be just emperors and emperors, and his strength will certainly not be hidden for long.

When the time comes, someone at the level of the Holy Emperor will definitely attack him, and he will need the power to protect himself.

He could only try. It was the shroud of God, soaked in divine blood. Maybe he wouldn't be able to control it at all.

Of course, this is just a guess based on that picture. What is buried under the altar is the shroud of God. Whether it exists or not is still unknown.

Moreover, countless people have explored the deserted graves, and there is no guarantee that someone has discovered them and taken them away.

If he gets it, it will be an invincible killing weapon. He has an intuition that even an emperor will turn into a pool of pus and blood under the cover of this shroud.

He was looking forward to that scene.

When he started, Lin Fan first murmured again, describing his current predicament, expressing his respect and sorrow for his predecessors, and then began to excavate.

This is supposed to be the soil layer. It was too easy when digging downward at the beginning, but the further down you go, the harder it becomes. There are many dangers and obstacles. It's like digging a mother gold vein, and the sky is boiling with heat.

"Ding dong."

Just like magma water falling, this sound is too clear under the extremely deep soil layer.

Lin Fan had already penetrated at least a hundred feet deep into the mud layer. He saw a pool of red water in front of him, which was carried in a huge stone plate.

This should be an ordinary hard stone, but it has been washed away by the red magma water all year round, and it has become a stone plate, and it has been infected and turned red, just like a blood gem.

"hiss……"

Lin Fan suddenly gasped!

Where is the magma water here?

This is clearly real blood flowing from a piece of rag!

The aroma is so fragrant that it opens thousands of pores all over the body.

It's so tempting, like a deadly poison, I can't help but want to take a big sip.

"shroud!"

Lin Fan's gaze was blazing, burning like a torch hundreds of feet underground.

This was confirmed to be a shroud. The dark patterns on it were very familiar. Lin Fan had seen bits and pieces of it in that scene.

He worshiped here and knelt on one knee, very respectfully.

Lin Fan believed that even if this shroud was ordinary, it had been stained with divine blood, so it must have divinity, and maybe it contained some spiritual consciousness.

It is worthy of his worship.

"Woooo..."

Sure enough, the shroud actually started to cry, just like a baby sobbing.

"If you are willing, follow me to fight until you find that ruthless black hand." Lin Fan said sincerely: "I have an intuition that the ancient gods will reappear one day, and that black hand and I are destined to be together.

enemy."

It was like he was negotiating with someone, without any slights at all, and he was open-minded and magnanimous.

The shroud flew up and was more than ten feet long, mottled with blood, like the work of a beginner dyer. The colors were different shades, but when it flew up, it looked like a real sky covering it.

Lin Fan took it with both hands and felt it was very heavy.

This does not mean that the shroud weighs billions, but because this shroud is stained with the divine blood of the pioneers.

What he just said was not to deceive Shroud, but that he really had this intuition. One day, he would fight head-on with the ruthless black hand that had obliterated the three gods.

When he took the shroud with his hands, the shroud became as silent as a dead thing. There was no whimpering, etc. He carefully folded it and sent it into his inner world.

Lin Fan knew what the red 'spring water' was.

That is the essence of divine blood.

With the passage of time, the murderous intent and divine principles within it gradually faded away, leaving only the pure blood essence.

This must be a great tonic, and it must surpass many great medicines recorded in the "Mystical Book of Medicines".

Lin Fanzhen collected them carefully and put them in the best mutton-fat jade bottle.

Of course, he drank a drop.

"tumultuous!"

His whole body was ignited, his dark hair immediately turned into ashes, and his shirt turned into nothing.

"Kakaka..."

Lin Fan's immortal body was cracking, just like an old wall peeling off its shell, and the pink flesh buds were growing. He felt like he had been reborn a thousand times at this moment.

Every cell in the body is being reorganized, and the hidden wounds caused by the battle are made up for in an instant.

Pain and numbness became all he felt at this time, and all other perceptions seemed to have been abandoned.

Lin Fan really burned, like a divine furnace that would never go out.

He is slowly transforming.

Half a month later, Lin Fan woke up.

Simply make a fist and let the void collapse.

"It's incredible that just one drop can make my Eternal Saint Body, which I thought could no longer make any progress, strengthen again."

Lin Fan was delighted.

"Humph, I don't know where that kid is hiding. He can't be found anywhere."

"Damn it, is he a ground mouse? He hid in a mouse hole. Lord Fengdu said bluntly, that kid is only on the first, second and third floors, but where did he go?"

"It's been half a month. I've searched almost three floors and can't find it."

"If I were to meet him now, I would have him cramped and skinned."
Chapter completed!