Nine hundred and forty seventh chapter God's blood
Compared with all the incredible fighting scenes before, a drop of blood falling from her cheek at this time can only be regarded as a very inconspicuous scene.
However, for some reason, just such a drop of blood slipping down gave everyone a thrilling feeling, even Wang Li was no exception.
At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and all the powerful things felt strange.
A feeling that you know is weird but don't know why it feels weird.
Until someone speaks.
The one who spoke out was the bald monk in Chongzhu Mountain.
"Don't you call yourself a god? Do gods bleed?"
His voice sounded, and at this moment, the entire world of cultivation fell into dead silence, and even time sounded as if it had stood still.
boom!
His voice was like undoing the stasis of time, causing the energy of countless people in the entire world of cultivation to vibrate.
All the powerful people who thought it was strange suddenly woke up.
This god-like woman acted too powerful. After she appeared, even the Three Saints were forced to join forces. Invisibly, she had indeed planted the seed that she was a god in everyone's hearts.
But now the bald monk's sarcastic words caused the seeds she had planted to disappear instantly.
If you can bleed and be injured, you are not invincible.
Even if he claims to be a god, he is just a false god.
At this moment, many people looked at the bald monk in the picture and felt admiration in their hearts.
Just by watching, they were already unconsciously dwarfed by this woman's mental pressure. However, this bald monk was not affected at all in the middle of the battle and was even able to survive.
taunting the woman.
That such a young monk could achieve such astonishing achievements is simply astonishing and astonishing.
However, what all these powerful men didn't know was that the bald monk also had some strange feelings at this time.
At that moment, that sentence seemed to naturally appear in his mind, and then he couldn't help but say it.
Many times before, some weird thoughts or pictures often appeared in his mind. These weird thoughts and pictures often brought him many benefits. He didn't know why this happened, but he felt that this was the case.
I'm afraid it's his unique talent, just like he subconsciously feels that he is the destined person.
But unlike any other time in the past, he felt that the moment these words came to his mind this time, his subconscious words seemed a bit stiff.
It was as if he hadn't reacted yet to say this, but he had already said it involuntarily.
He felt vaguely uneasy and felt a chill in his heart.
…
Blood dripped from his flawless face.
It was like a drop of dew rolling on a lotus leaf. Before it left the lotus leaf, the air around the god-like woman was filled with a violent aura that could not be described in words.
Then, the air in the four continents on the eastern edge seemed to be filled with this violent atmosphere.
Killing intent is swirling in the air like substance.
The clouds in the sky turned into huge rings, spreading outward with Mingyue Zhai as the center.
The perfect facial features were slightly distorted.
The god-like woman looked up at the three huge bodies in the sky. At this time, in her perception, there was still a powerful energy brewing in the void, but she still could not capture it.
She was extremely angry.
"This is the so-called Three Saints?"
"Hiding like a mouse, you only dare to use this method to sneak attack?"
Her voice rolled in the void.
"Even if you join forces, you can't compete with me at all, so you came up with this method to let people see that even a powerful lion can be injured and bleed under the siege of jackals. You want to give everyone a
Do you think you have strong people’s confidence?”
She felt that she understood the intention of the Three Saints.
However, at this moment, the energy that had been brewing repeatedly in the void suddenly exploded.
boom!
The vitality in her body burned violently, and a layer of golden divine light suddenly appeared outside her body. Countless ancient runes were densely intertwined, as if countless small worlds began to rotate around her body.
She felt that this attack from the Three Saints would definitely be more powerful and unpredictable than the previous one.
But there was no substantial power impacting her body.
The real target of that energy was the drop of blood she just dripped.
"Whoosh!"
Her pupils instantly turned silver.
Two silver beams of light shot out from her pupils, hitting the energy.
Even at this time, her response was very timely.
bite!
The energy machine was hit by the two silver beams, making a pleasant sound, and then revealed its true form.
This terrible energy that is constantly changing in the void and brewing for a long time is actually a transparent needle.
This transparent needle was only the size of an ordinary embroidery needle. When it was hit by these two silver beams, it shattered instantly.
There was a cry of exclamation.
Many people subconsciously felt that this god-like woman was right. Even if the Three Saints joined forces, they would not be able to compete with her head-on.
However, what everyone did not expect was that after the needle shattered, it did not turn into countless scattered power, but turned into countless smaller needles.
Countless tiny needles pierced the drop of crystal blood, and then penetrated into the void at a faster speed!
"Shameless!"
The god-like woman reacted and let out a roar that shook the sky. The void outside her body suddenly turned into indigo. Countless rays of indigo light were swimming in the void, like countless terrifying blood vessels piercing the void.
, to catch the blood on the tips of those needles.
Her reaction was nothing short of unpleasant.
However, these thin needles are faster and time-sensitive, and they have reached their destination in an instant.
Boom! Boom! Boom!...
The monks in all the continents looked at the sky in great shock. In the void above almost every continent, there were fine needles piercing out. The moment each fine needle pierced the void, it exploded and turned into a mass.
A huge cloud.
Indigo brilliance then pierced out from the void, but how could a blood vessel or a tentacle-like brilliance capture the clouds that had completely exploded and covered dozens of miles in radius?
The indigo brilliance filled with violent aura stirred in the clouds, only making the already chaotic laws of vitality even more chaotic.
Whoosh!
The heavy rain fell instantly.
Whether it was the 33rd day of the Monk Continent or the Chaos Continent, heavy rain began to fall in all continents at the same time.
All the raindrops are red, like sticky blood.
When they saw these raindrops and those indigo brilliance, even the great powers in these continents felt inexplicable fear. However, when they sensed the majestic essence and the mind-shaking Taoist charm in these raindrops,
At that time, all the great powers began to go crazy.
Surging vitality and astonishing aura are flowing in it, but what is even more irresistible is that there are countless spiritual roots about to break out of the ground in these bloody raindrops!
Boom! Boom! Boom!...
Many sects were filled with vitality, and many old monks who were on the verge of death and whose flesh and blood had dried up like mummies rushed out of the secret places of seclusion.
Each drop of raindrops is comparable to a legendary magical medicine. Not only can it increase people's longevity and vitality, the origin energy inside it is like the circulation of many unique spiritual roots.
This is obviously an astonishing power of blood. It is really much more powerful than the legendary beasts of the ancient times. Absorbing this power of blood is really like being reborn. Maybe it can be brewed.
Many different spiritual roots.
In Zhongshen Continent, a dry spring suddenly gushes out an astonishing amount of water.
A long sword full of ancient meaning was thrust out from the center of the spring. The moment it broke out of the pool, all the monks in the entire Central God Continent felt a powerful aura.
A white-haired man who seemed a little weak appeared with the long sword, and then disappeared instantly with the long sword.
In the next moment, the long sword and his body appeared under a rain cloud.
Dozens of drops of blood rained on his sword and body, and were quickly absorbed by his sword and body.
"Sword Master Xie Zhuchun of the Ancient Spirit Sword Sect!"
Many great powers had already entered the area where the blood rain fell, but no one dared to approach the monk who was surrounded by hundreds of feet.
The Ancient Spirit Sword Sect has declined in Central God Continent and can only be regarded as a second-rate sect in Middle God Continent at this time.
However, the decline of the Ancient Spirit Sword Sect was due to the disappearance of this monk.
Sword Master Xie Zhuchun is the most powerful monk of the Ancient Spirit Sword Sect in the past five hundred years. His true energy cultivation is almost the same as that of Holy Lord Black Sky, and he is called a Half-Saint.
But before he disappeared, all the monks in the Central God Continent just called him the Sword Master.
His title is Sword Master.
Because everyone feels that although his cultivation level is only half-saint, he is a sword cultivator. The killing power of a sword cultivator and the power of a sword cultivator cannot be measured purely by his true essence cultivation.
Xie Zhuchun remained silent in the rain, with a complicated look on his face.
He still looked weak and tired at this time.
If a sword cultivator like him wants to truly survive the catastrophe and become a holy monk, he can only rely on his own sword.
He disappeared for more than 130 years, just to refine a sword that could contain all his spirit and surpass all previous sword intentions.
However, after all these years, he still has not succeeded. His sword intention and spirit have gradually weakened in the process of constantly refining his natal sword, and it seems that it is no longer possible to overcome the calamity and become a saint.
However, today's rain has restored his lost hope.
He has the possibility of a breakthrough.
But he didn't feel any joy, and his tired face looked blank at this time.
Just a trace of bloodline power is better than his hundreds of years of hard training?
What kind of bloodline is this?
In terms of talent, a person with such a bloodline is born to be a star in the sky. Even a person like him can only be a clumsy stone on the ground looking up at the stars.