Chapter 1793 Give you an opportunity, do you want it?
Including Ma Shangsi's words, no one of the targets Lu Ye gave him the blood before and after was defeated.
This is undoubtedly a bit abnormal.
Although Ma Shangsi, Xiangyin and others are both in the late stage of Yue Yao’s cultivation, the dangers in the process of refining the holy blood should have nothing to do with the level of cultivation. This is the diligence in the development of his own blood clan bloodline.
Lu Ye had a vague idea in his mind - his precious blood and the real blood clan holy blood may be somewhat different. This difference should greatly reduce the risks that need to be taken during refining.
The reason for this conjecture is naturally because of the talent tree.
In the process of refining the blood clan's holy blood, the talent tree burned away everything that was unfavorable to him, and what remained was not threatening to him.
Therefore, the precious blood condensed by him is naturally very different from the holy blood.
Although both can stimulate the blood clan bloodline, his precious blood is undoubtedly much weaker in terms of fatality.
If the real holy blood is a highly toxic substance, although its precious blood is toxic, it is not that strong, so the risk of refining it by the blood servants is not that great.
Of course, this is just his guess. Whether this is the case remains to be verified.
It is also possible that the first-generation blood clans such as Xiangyin are different from ordinary blood clans, because their identities as the first-generation blood clans can withstand greater dangers during the refining process.
But no matter which possibility it is, it is a good thing for Lu Ye.
Shaoqing, Xiangyin and others returned together.
Zhou Ran and Wang Taisheng looked at Lu Ye with their eyes that were obviously different from the moment. They were just taken by Lu Ye's sacred nature and surrender, but now they are the real surrender.
"Lord..." Xiangyin looked at Lu Ye with anticipation, almost reminding him not to break his promise.
Lu Ye ignored her and looked at Xuanyu: "Can you really refine another drop?"
Xuanyu answered cautiously: "We sisters are willing to do our best and will live up to the Lord's expectations!"
Lu Ye pondered for a moment, popped up his fingers and gave him the last two drops of precious blood. He also wanted to know whether his guess was correct.
The Snow Clan sisters each received a drop of precious blood and ran out happily to refine it.
Lu Ye sat upright, his spiritual thoughts spread out and he heard the two sisters screaming one after another.
Although the process was difficult, the result was good. Most of the day, the Xiangyin sisters successfully refined the precious blood. Except for their own embarrassment, there was no big problem.
At this point, Lu Ye finally confirmed one thing: his precious blood is different from the blood clan's holy blood, and its fatality is much worse than the holy blood.
This is undoubtedly good news, because in this way, he can securely gather more people. Although there are not many monks scattered outside in this world, more one is a good thing. Moreover, whenever he comes to his side, he can quickly improve his saintness and will undoubtedly play a great role in fighting the Holy Blood Peak in the future.
After two days of rest, Xiangyin and the other two were sent out by Lu Ye. Their mission was to search for the scattered monks and then bring them back.
Lu Ye himself stayed on the Black Prison Cliff to temper his own precious blood.
He originally had five drops of precious blood, but after all the days he had consumed it, he could only reconcile it. The condensed blood of precious blood is not that easy. Even if his cultivation has improved, it will take more than half a month to condense a drop. Moreover, the condensed blood of each drop of precious blood is a huge consumption of his own foundation, and it requires a lot of resources to replenish it.
While condensing, Lu Ye suddenly opened his eyes slowly. The next moment, he stood up and quickly outlined the void patterns under his feet. When the light flashed, his figure disappeared.
A hundred miles away from Tingxue Peak, a figure was quietly dormant. Looking at Tingxue Peak, which had been smoothed, the man looked puzzled.
Some time ago, I received news from the Holy Blood Peak that a new person came to this world. This person is so saintly that he is unprecedented and extremely terrifying. Tingxue Peak and the two snow tribes wanted to surrender to the Holy Blood Peak, so they leaked the whereabouts of this person to the Holy Blood Peak.
Naturally, the Holy Blood Peak did not dare to neglect it. Even if Yue Yao was ordered by Li Tian in the later period, she brought the red talisman to kill him. If Li Tian had not had other important things to escape, she would even be ready to come to meet the newcomer in person.
But Yue Yao quickly lost contact with the Holy Blood Peak in the later stage, and it can basically be concluded that she was dead.
This made the Holy Blood Peak very uneasy, so naturally I had to send someone to investigate the situation.
This ghost cultivator was sent here because of this matter, but after some investigation, he was very confused and had no idea what happened to his companion in Yue Yao's later stage.
The red talisman must have been triggered, otherwise Tingxue Peak would not have disappeared for no reason. Moreover, the location where Tingxue Peak disappeared did indeed retain the breath of the red talisman explosion.
Logically speaking, the power of the Red Talisman is not able to compete with the monks, let alone the other party is only in the middle of the month Yao.
So what happened to the disappearance of his companion?
He thought of the snow clan who informed the Holy Blood Peak. Now that he wanted to find out the situation clearly, he probably had to find the snow clan and ask in person.
After making up his mind, Gui Xiu was about to leave the place first, but as he turned around, he suddenly fell into the ice cellar and froze.
In the sky not far away, a figure stood in the air, looking faintly at the direction he was in.
Gui Xiu was shocked. He had not even noticed the movement of the other party approaching before! There was only one possibility of such a situation, that is, the other party was even better than him in the sneaking path.
Looking closer, at the age of twenties, with a long sword around your waist and a tight robe that was black and white. With Yue Yao's mid-stage cultivation, Gui Xiu immediately knew the identity of the visitor.
It’s obviously the newcomer mentioned by the Snow Clan!
When the ghost cultivator's mind changed, Lu Ye just stared quietly in the dormant direction. This ghost cultivator was quite accomplished in the way of stealth. Even if Lu Ye urged to see the spiritual patterns, he could only see some blurred traces and could not see through his true body.
As early as when she took the Xiangyin sisters away from Tingxue Peak to Black Prison Cliff, Lu Ye knew that Shengxue Peak would definitely send someone to investigate the situation here.
So at that time, he left behind a talent tree clone here and supervised all directions.
The arrival of this ghost cultivator quietly. If it weren't for the slightest fluctuation of magic power while exploring Xuefeng, the talent tree clone might not have been able to detect it.
While watching, I found that the ghost cultivator was motionless. It seemed that he was naive to think that Lu Ye looked at this position just a coincidence and did not find any trace of him.
Lu Ye walked forward, blood mist all over his body swept forward with a bang.
In an instant, a sea of blood lies across the world, wrapping up the space.
Almost while Lu Ye made some moves, the ghost cultivator was preparing to use escape technique to leave the place. However, the terrifying holy suppression made his magic power suddenly stagnate. When he returned to his senses, he was already shrouded in the sea of blood.
He screamed "ah", his eyes filled with horror, and his eyes trembled violently.
Although I had learned from the Snow Tribe of Tingxue Peak that the newcomer came was extremely sacred, after all, it was heard. After hearing it personally, I realized that this kind of cognition was far beyond my own.
Under the suppression of the other party's saintly nature, he felt like a rabbit met a tiger. He could only tremble, his hands and feet were a little weak, and he could not raise the courage to resist.
In the thick sea of blood, a figure slowly approached him.
The ghost cultivator bit the tip of his tongue, then he gathered up his strength, and stabbed forward fiercely with his short blade. With the vent of magic power, the sea of blood was broken.
However, this desperate attack did not play any role. Lu Ye slashed the sword, not only blocking his short blade, but even cutting off his arms.
The ghost cultivator fell and retreated, endured the pain, sweating on his forehead, and looked at the figure approaching him slowly, knowing that he was afraid that he would be in danger this time!
After a while, the sea of blood dissipated, and Lu Ye flew towards the Black Prison Cliff with the ghost cultivator who had completely lost his resistance.
Half a month passed, and in the cave, Lu Ye opened his eyes.
After half a month of hard work, I finally condensed a drop of precious blood again, which is really not easy.
He got up and walked to the side.
I soon came to a room where two figures sat upright, one of which was a ghost cultivator who had been captured by him before.
The other party's cut off arm has been re-replaced, and Lu Ye has no intention of imprisoning him, only the talent tree clone guards here.
The ghost cultivator probably knew that he could not escape, so he had been quiet during this period, but he couldn't figure out what Lu Ye's intention was, and he was uneasy after all.
He asked the talent tree clone many times, but the clone did not respond at all.
Seeing Lu Ye’s original master walking in, the ghost cultivator looked at his clone, then looked at his original master, and then asked, “What the hell are you going to do?”
It is really tormenting to kill but not kill, and it is not enough to let go.
"I'll give you an opportunity, do you want it?" Lu Ye asked looking at him.
Gui Xiu frowned: "What does it mean?"
Lu Ye bounced his fingers and the freshly baked blood flew towards the man: "You will know if you refine it."
The ghost cultivator looked at the precious blood floating in front of him suspiciously, and instinctively felt that this thing was not a good thing, but the powerful sacred nature contained in this drop of precious blood made him very moved.
"What is this?" asked Gui Xiu.
"Refining it, you have no other choice!" Lu Ye's voice was as plain as water.
When Gui Xiu heard this, he was immediately discouraged. Now that people are the slaughter and I am the fish, I really have no choice. He vaguely guessed that this was probably the means used by the other party to control him, so there should be no big risk when refining it. If the other party really wants to kill him, he would not have brought him back at that time.
He looked at Lu Ye deeply, gritted his teeth, and grabbed the precious blood in his hand.
The next moment, he felt that this drop of precious blood seemed to have turned into a living thing and penetrated into his own flesh and blood.
A scream rang out...
Lu Ye retreated to the side and waited quietly to watch.
Most of the day later, when the golden light dissipated, Gui Xiu crawled on the ground in sweat, his body twitched slightly, looking embarrassed, but he was still alive.
Lu Ye became more and more sure that his previous guess about the blood was correct, otherwise he could not explain why all the blood clans who refined his blood survived.