At this moment, the blood all over the statue of the ancestor became more and more solid.

A drop of blood shining with golden light appeared in the field.

When he saw this drop of blood, Wuliang's eyes were hot and his face was almost crazy-like!

The blood of saints!

With this drop of saint's blood, he can take another step forward, and he can have a glimpse of the most powerful state!

Hope is right in front of you.

And in the field, no one can stop it!

"Hahaha!"

Wuliang came laughing. Although Kunlun Master and Murong Heng tried their best to stop him, their speed was far less than Wuliang.

Seeing Wuliang and the saint's blood getting closer, Su Mu finally opened his eyes!

However, Su Mu made no move to stop him.

Still moving towards the blood of the saint from infinity.

Just when everyone thought that this drop of saint's blood was about to be immeasurable.

The blood of the saint suddenly shook, and an unparalleled pressure suddenly erupted from it, directly knocking Wuliang away.

This coercion seemed to be the wrath of heaven and earth, and it made everyone unable to raise their heads for a moment, and they did not dare to gaze at the drop of blood.

Wuliang's heart was filled with disbelief. Looking at his right hand that had turned into charcoal, he began to panic.

How could a drop of blood be so powerful?

How could a duck with its mouth fly like this?!

Wuliang was not willing to give in at all, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he went towards the blood of the saint again despite the pressure.

Even if he is seriously injured, as long as he can get the blood of a saint, he is willing to do so!

But reality is often extremely cruel!

This time, Wuliang didn't even get within ten feet of the saint's blood. His physical body had already begun to crack. If he moved forward, both body and soul would be destroyed!

Between desire and death, Wuliang finally chose to retreat.

But even during this hesitation, Wuliang's arms were destroyed and his body was seriously injured.

At this moment, his breath was sluggish and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

He had calculated everything, but he had not calculated this scene.

The blood of the saint is right in front of him, but he has no way to get it!

Even, it has ended up like this.

Everyone in Kunlun looked at this scene in stunned silence.

Except for a very few people who knew that this drop of blood was the blood of a saint, they had no idea what happened.

What they saw was that he was so strong that he was injured by a drop of blood.

Their Kunlun Sect actually has such a heaven-defying thing?

The old Taoist's face didn't know whether he was happy or sad at this moment, but he was happy that the blood of the saint had not fallen into Wuliang's hands.

Sadly, this drop of saint's blood is far more powerful than he imagined. Who can conquer such a heaven-defying thing?

Looking at Kunlun for thousands of years, it seems that except for the ancestors, no one can be said to have conquered it, even just perception cannot do it.

No wonder no one in the Kunlun Sect has received this drop of blood in these thousands of years.

But they are not worthy!

"What is Senior Brother Su Mu going to do?!"

A cry of surprise brought everyone back to reality from the shock.

Because Su Mu was actually walking towards that drop of blood!

"Senior Brother Su Mu, don't go there, it's dangerous!"

"Xiao Mu, don't be impulsive!"

Seeing what Su Mu did, everyone immediately became worried.

Wuliang's tragic situation is still vivid in his mind. Su Mu, whose strength is far lower than Wuliang, might not be able to touch the saint's blood and will turn into powder.

But Su Mu turned a deaf ear to everyone's admonitions and walked straight towards the drop of blood with an extremely terrifying smell.

The old Taoist's eyes were full of anxiety, but there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't get close to that drop of blood.

Murong Heng looked calm, his eyes full of expectation. Will this mysterious young man create a miracle again?

Jiang Yanling had already withdrawn from the cultivation state, although there was a lot of energy and blood rushing into her body.

But it was in this way that she could feel the pressure that the drop of blood brought to her.

If what she had just absorbed was a trickle, then that drop of blood was a raging ocean.

Brother, can it really succeed?

Murong Yue, Xiao Li and others looked calm. After spending such a long time together, their admiration for Su Mu had been engraved in their bones.

What others can't do, Su Mun can do!

What others can do, Su Mu can do better!

This is Su Mu in their eyes!

The omnipotent Su Mu!

But Wuliang's eyes were full of ridicule, as he was the only person in the field who had close contact with the blood of the saint.

He is well aware of the horror of this drop of blood, and even in the entire Huangtian Dao Realm, there may not be anyone who can take away this drop of blood, let alone a child with a yellow mouth.

Ignorance is the biggest reason for his death!

He could even imagine how Su Mu was crushed to pieces by the extremely powerful energy of that drop of blood in an instant.

There were even cries within the Kunlun Sect,

"Senior Brother Su Mu, no!"

But soon, the place fell silent.

There was only a heavy breathing sound.

Because Su Mu is not dead!

Not even affected at all!

Ten feet!

Eight feet!

Five feet!

…

One foot!

The pressure that made it difficult to get up was as if the coercion did not exist at all to Su Mu at this moment!

Just now here, Wuliang was seriously injured and couldn't survive even half a step.

No matter how mysterious and powerful Su Mu is, he should stop at this point...

But after resisting for ten feet, Su Mu seemed to not know what death was, and walked straight in.

But the attack that everyone imagined did not come, and everything was so calm.

Wuliang's cracked face was so gloomy that it was about to drip with water. Why could Su Mu get within ten feet? Why didn't Su Mu have that damn pressure!

Could it be that the pressure has disappeared?

Thinking of this, Wuliang rushed forward again. The blood of the saint can only belong to him!

But this time, Wuliang didn't even get a foot in before he was directly knocked away.

It's not that the pressure has disappeared, it's that Su Mu is too strong!

But what makes people even more doubtful about life is yet to come!

But in an instant, Su Mu had arrived in front of this drop of blood.

No one dared to take a breath at this moment.

Su Mu, can it really break the rules?

But at this moment, this terrifying drop of blood slowly dropped in front of Su Mu. He didn't dare to stay above Su Mu, let alone look at her level.

It seems that he is extremely afraid?

Did they feel wrong?

What they didn't expect even more was that this drop of blood started to circle around Su Mu.

Want to enter Su Mu's body, but are a little afraid?

Such a powerful being seems to be trying to please Su Mu at this moment?

Everyone was already stupid.

Is this still the powerful and suppressive being just now?

This is fake!

It wasn't until Su Mu raised his hand to absorb the saint's blood into his body that everyone reacted.

The overwhelming pressure in the field disappeared.

I don’t know when the glow in the sky has dissipated,

The terrifying drop of blood was also gone.

Su Mu succeeded.

It was as simple as eating and drinking to conquer a treasure that even Wuliang couldn't touch!

No cheering, no screaming.

Some are just numb!

My views were changed one after another, and my admiration and emotion were no longer enough to express my shock at this moment.

This Su Mu, there is nothing he can't do or dare not do!

But at this moment, Wuliang's figure suddenly rushed towards Su Mu.

Without the pressure of that drop of blood, even if Wu was seriously injured, he would still be the strongest in the field!


Chapter completed!