The stone platform was as high as the puppet. The blood essence in the two crystal balls were slightly different in color. One was very bright, as if it was freshly condensed blood.

However, the essence and blood in a crystal ball is dim and dull. Although it has not completely dried up, it is almost there.

The powerful pressure emanating from the crystal ball made both of them breathless.

When they got close to the stone platform, except for the boiling blood in Zhou Yang's body and the increasingly strong pressure, nothing abnormal happened in the two crystal balls.

"Drop the essence and blood on the crystal ball." Chi Lingzi said in a message.

Zhou Yang stretched out his hand and dropped the drop of blood on his fingertips onto the bright crystal ball.

Mu Han hesitated for a moment and dropped his blood essence on another crystal ball.

The crystal ball Zhou Yang chose began to twist and squirm after absorbing the blood essence.

But Mu Han's one didn't move at all.

After only a moment, the drop of essence and blood in Zhou Yangfang's crystal ball began to slowly deform, and finally transformed into a vague appearance of a little old man.

At the same time, an even stronger coercion spread, and Zhou Yang was instantly suppressed and bowed down, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

Mu Han was even more unbearable and fell to the ground under the pressure, unable to move at all.

With Zhou Yang's current strength, even the top False God Peak powerhouse cannot make him move at all, so the power of this drop of blood can be imagined.

"The art of sending souls!" Zhou Yang was frightened and took a few steps back.

What frightened him was not the pressure, but this mysterious soul-transmitting technique.

Once upon a time, he had acquired this secret technique from the dark leader Xuan Ye, and used it to kill Xi Yao Bao Lin.

Unexpectedly, the ancient predecessor of the Tongtian Holy Sect also knew this secret technique.

The little old man's eyelids moved a few times, but they didn't open.

"One more drop." Chi Lingzi urged.

Zhou Yang nodded. Although he couldn't straighten up, he still condensed a drop of blood, and then dripped it on without any hesitation, without feeling any distress.

Sure enough, with the nourishment of essence and blood, the little old man became much clearer and his eyelids slowly opened.

Zhou Yang desperately resisted the pressure from the sky and looked at the little old man expectantly.

He knew that as both members of the Celestial Clan, the other party had absolutely no ill intentions.

The little old man's eyes were very cloudy at first, but as time went by, they became clearer and clearer.

This shows that his consciousness is gradually returning.

"Well... they are from my clan, my clan, but why, why are they so weak!"

The old man could only communicate with his soul, but the words he spoke intermittently choked Zhou Yang to death, and he was extremely depressed.

However, the overwhelming pressure disappeared in an instant, and both he and Mu Han could stand upright.

"Senior, are you..." Zhou Yang asked tentatively.

"Not bad, I didn't get pushed down." The old man nodded, and the soul's voice transmission became coherent.

Zhou Yang was even more speechless.

However, Chi Lingzi was trembling all over because the little old man's gaze passed through Zhou Yang's body and happened to look him in the eye.

"The bloodline is quite pure. It should be because he has achieved the final circulation of the Tianxuan. Well, his bone age is not very old, so let's make do with it." After a while, the little old man continued to comment on Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang could only bow and listen, but he was slandering in his heart. He secretly thought that he was another person like Mu Zifeng, who was extremely out of tune?

However, the little old man said something that solved the mystery of blood purity for him. It turned out to be the final cycle of the Tianxuan.

"Boy, are our clan still in Hezhou Continent now?" the little old man asked slowly.

"Back to my predecessors, the Celestial Clan has been recuperating in the land of darkness for millions of years." Zhou Yang said.

"Oh, it really is so." The little old man sighed.

Zhou Yang was shocked when he heard this.

Oh my God, this person is indeed an old monster from a million years ago!

"Huh?" At this moment, the little old man suddenly frowned.

Zhou Yang was puzzled and looked at him doubtfully.

"It's just a few small fish, don't pay attention to it." After a while, the little old man waved his hand and said solemnly: "I don't have much time, let's get started."

"Open, start?" Zhou Yang was a little at a loss.

The little old man didn't say anything. He raised his hand and a bloody stream of light suddenly disappeared between Zhou Yang's eyebrows.

Zhou Yang's whole body was shaken, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

After the little old man clicked on the flowing light, his body became obviously much weaker.

"Oh, it's been too long, it's been too long." He sighed and murmured.

After a moment, a look of anger appeared on his face: "One generation is really inferior to the other. It takes such a long time to become a person. It seems that it is really in decline!"

Shaking his head, he looked at another crystal ball, then raised his little hand with all his strength, and as he kept swiping, the essence and blood in the crystal ball slowly floated out, went straight to Mu Han, and finally disappeared.

inside her

The little old man seemed to have exhausted all his soul power, and his body could hardly take shape.

"It will only take five years to complete the refining. Don't be greedy for success." Before Mu Han could react, a weak voice came from his mind.

"Senior...Thank you, senior!" Mu Han was stunned for only a moment before he realized that he had a great opportunity. He was about to say something, but was interrupted by the little old man.

"This drop of essence and blood belongs to my wife. Alas, it has been too long, and her remnant soul has not been able to survive in the end. Although the inheritance is not too complete, it is not much different. You can digest it slowly.

"

After the little old man finished speaking, he seemed to have been drained of all his strength. He slowly closed his eyes and his soul became even more blurry.

"Senior, can my blood and essence help you?" Mu Han asked hurriedly.

The man shook his head imperceptibly and stopped moving.

Mu Han sighed, closed his eyes, and began to realize the mystery of that drop of essence and blood.

Zhou Yang also closed his eyes tightly, as if frozen in place.

At the same time, Yun, Fu Erlao, Fan Yuan and others also appeared at the underground site of the Tongtian Holy Sect.

"This, this... why is the mask missing?" Fan Yuan looked at the empty place with a look of astonishment on his face.

"Where's the Ten Thousand Years Spirit Grass you mentioned, and where are the eleven grooves?" Mr. Yun said with a gloomy face.

"Junior, junior..." Fan Yuan was speechless for a moment, but after a moment he shouted: "There are masters who have been here! Yes, there are definitely masters who have been here!"

"Hmph, if you had told me earlier, how would things have happened today!" Mr. Yun's eyes were like daggers, and Fan Yuan shivered in fear.

"You'd better come up with other ways, otherwise..." Mr. Fu's eyes were filled with cold murderous intent.

"It's late, the juniors will definitely come up with a solution!" Fan Yuan's forehead was sweating and his body was bowed to the ground.
Chapter completed!