"No matter how wind blows from east to west, I remain unmoved. After two months of suffering, I think the Jin family must be a little anxious, right?" A confident smile appeared on Zhao Shoushou's face.
No matter where the enemy's conspiracy comes from, some clues will always leak out with enough time. He always firmly believes that the enemy will only make more discoveries when they are in a hurry.
After two months of recuperation, his injuries have basically recovered, and his combat effectiveness has once again reached its peak. After this incident, his cultivation has also improved significantly.
"Everything is ready, all we need is Dongfeng, and let someone go to the meeting for a while." Now Zhao Shoushou can be said to be full of confidence, and he also has a deeper understanding of the so-called blood gas pollution of Huang Feiling Mine.
In fact, at this time, the Jin family was also at the limit of its patience. Who would have thought that a successful enlightenment would take a full two months.
The process of a peak qi training monk breaking through and building a foundation may take about two years from start to finish, but the real critical moment is only three to five months.
An important reason why the Jin family took the risk of using 600-year-old wild ginseng as bait to lure Zhao Shoushou to sacrifice was to provide some help to the ancestor of the Jin family who was in retreat.
Once this opportunity is missed, the help will be minimal, so the core monks of the Jin family are "guarding" Zhao Shoushou's retreat cave every day.
"Clan leader, are you really going to release the blood mosquitoes?" At the entrance of the Huang Feiling mineral vein, the middle-aged monk who had always been extremely calm showed a slightly nervous look.
Blood mosquitoes are also a special method belonging to the Eight-faced Evil God. They are hidden in some fishy and sticky blood at the bottom of the sacrificial place all year round. Their number is usually about a hundred.
Once it is awakened, it must be fed with a sufficient amount of blood in the shortest possible time, and the demand for blood is proportional to the time of awakening.
If their demand for blood cannot be satisfied, once these blood mosquitoes go into chaos, they will not distinguish between friend and foe. Without the protection of the foundation-building monks, the Jin family may suffer as a result.
It can be seen from this that once these blood mosquitoes are awakened, they will definitely injure the enemy by a thousand and damage themselves by eight hundred. The Jin family has little control over the blood mosquitoes.
"You can't catch tiger cubs without entering the tiger's den. In addition, take out all the blood stored in the family treasure house and treat it as the first meal of these guys. As long as the ancestor can break through successfully, all the Jin family's efforts will be valuable." Jin family
There was a determined, crazy look on the face of the family patriarch.
"For the sake of the family and the ancestor, my nephew is willing to be the awakener of the blood mosquito." The middle-aged monk seemed to have thought of something, gritted his teeth and stepped forward.
Since the Blood Mosquito can serve as the guardian of the Eight-faced Evil God, its power cannot be underestimated. It is also not easy to wake these little guys from their slumber.
It is necessary to use the blood of monks in the late stage of Qi refining as a primer. Once the blood mosquitoes riot uncontrollably, the awakener will also be the first victim.
If he survives the first wave of blood mosquitoes' crazy feeding, he will successfully gain the trust of the blood mosquitoes because of the existence of blood, and become the controller and commander of the blood mosquitoes in the future. The so-called risks and opportunities coexist.
This is exactly the truth.
Of course, if you want to successfully seize this opportunity, in addition to the strength of one step at a time, you also need a bit of luck, and sometimes this bit of luck is related to a monk's life or death.
"This sacrifice is successful. Our ancestor has successfully broken through the threshold and advanced to the foundation building stage. The first meritorious service must be yours," the Jin clan leader assured, patting his chest.
For most monks, this is a solemn commitment and inheritance. As long as they succeed, they will be the second candidate for advanced foundation building in the future.
The reason why monks are willing to keep groping forward on the path of cultivation that is full of dangers and thorns is precisely because of the constant temptations of cultivation, strength, and longevity ahead.
Foundation building is also one of the most important reasons why this Jin family monk voluntarily took the risk to become the Blood Mosquito Awakener. Everything is ready and all that remains is to execute it step by step.
To awaken the blood mosquito from its slumber, in addition to the awakener itself, it also requires the collection of some auxiliary resources, the most important of which is the collection of blood.
Whether it is the liquid in monsters, human monks or even some spiritual plants, Blood Mosquito is not picky about anything. The only requirements are that the liquid is large and full and contains a certain amount of spiritual power.
"Have you finished preparing? To awaken the blood mosquito, you must follow the steps in the family inheritance, and there must be no changes." Three days later, at the entrance of the Huang Fei Ling Mine, the Jin clan chief warned again and again.
"Patriarch, please relax, we will definitely succeed in awakening the blood mosquitoes this time," the middle-aged monk covered in a blood-red light mask said hummingly.
This blood-red light shield was also gifted by the Eight-faced Evil God they believed in. It is the only magic weapon to isolate the bloody and poisonous gas in the spiritual mine.
Moreover, having this treasure to protect the body can ensure that the monk will not be invaded by blood. The only disadvantage is that it has no defense against blood mosquitoes.
The biggest object in the hands of the middle-aged monk was two blood-red bags, which contained all kinds of blood collected by the Jin family over the years, and were also used to comfort the blood mosquitoes after they woke up.
After the exchange between the two monks, the middle-aged monk cheered up and walked slowly but firmly step by step towards the depths of the bloody Huang Feiling mineral vein.
Perhaps in the near future, hundreds of blood mosquitoes, the loyal guardians of the Eight-faced Evil God, will swarm out and become another weapon against Zhao Shoushou.
"If I can get the favor of the evil god this time and become the messenger of the evil god, advanced foundation building will no longer be a difficulty." About a stick of incense later, the middle-aged monk walked forward in the mine veins full of blood.
It can be clearly felt from his words that the promise of the Jin family patriarch is far from satisfying his true inner wish. He is a monk with a longer-term vision.
Each evil god is only allowed to have one messenger in the human world. Once the two are confirmed, there will be a mutually beneficial and mutually beneficial relationship.
Therefore, every evil god is cautious in choosing an envoy. This is why even though the family has supported the Eight-faced Evil God for hundreds of years, no monk has ever received the honor of an envoy.
According to legend, whenever the messenger of the evil god begins to walk in the world, it is also the beginning of a dark age, but whether the Kim family will become one of them is still open to question.
In the deepest part of the Huang Feiling mineral vein, a place like a wound on the earth was gurgling with blood. However, the middle-aged monk showed no obstacles and paid devout worship to the middle place.
Then he groped with his hands and found a raised spot in the blood. This was the place where the blood mosquitoes rested. After hesitating for a while, the middle-aged monk showed a decisive look and decisively took out a sharp blade and cut open his wrist.
A wound, red blood condensed into a trickle, poured into it under its control, and the summons of the blood mosquito began.