Chapter five hundred and thirteenth sword split blood vines
Shocking, what is the concept of the power of the five laws? All the ancient gods understand it. The gods in the Dzogchen Palace don’t talk about the power of the five laws. They don’t even dare to think about it. Even in their dreams, they will never touch it.
This idea. You must know that cultivating the power of two laws to great perfection is already the limit of many ancient gods. The opportunity required to comprehend the power of a new law requires time, especially chance accounts for the vast majority.
Factors, the dangers involved even the ancient gods would not dare to try easily.
Even he himself did not dare to try the method of multiplying the power of new laws left in Qingdi's mind. At worst, his body and soul would be destroyed, and at worst, his spirit and form would be destroyed. However, Liu Qiankun has been in this alien world since he came to this world.
What is most indispensable is opportunity, and of course his extraordinary courage. Betting with his life again and again has built up his extremely strong confidence.
It is this kind of confidence that is enough to infect anyone who comes into contact with him, even immortals.
There was silence in the main hall, and even the three elders were completely confused. Six lines of turbid tears were shed in the old eyes without knowing it. They knew that this time the emperor returned and completely changed. After understanding the power of the five laws, he could be said to be a well-deserved god.
The number one person in the world, and his calm and calm kingly demeanor made all the ancient gods in the temple heartbroken.
The Qing Emperor who can honestly admit that he has fallen once will reach another supreme peak, and the silent blood in the bodies of the gods will boil again.
"Emperor, Ling Xiao would like to know that you have now cultivated the power of several laws to perfection. Can you tell me?" Ancient God Ling Xiao's voice was a little trembling, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Liu Qiankun smiled slightly and said calmly: "The four types will be completed in another five thousand years. Why don't you all condescend to have a heart-to-heart talk in this mansion?"
Keeping these one hundred ancient gods in the mansion is a temporary measure. When the time comes, we can be more confident about attacking the Shuntian Shrine. Five thousand years is just a nap for these ancient gods.
What's more, the Qing Emperor's Immortal Mansion is the most suitable for cultivation, so the gods naturally agreed happily, especially the ancient god Ling Xiao who got back the magic weapon in his hand, and even the corners of his mouth were happy.
"Three elders, please take the trouble to arrange a training place for all the friends of the gods, but it is absolutely indispensable if you need it." Liu Qiankun's sleeves and robes flickered, and he floated away with the silver fox in his arms.
Liu Qiankun left the main hall and cut through the void directly to the Ella Afghan temple. He remembered a strange object that could strengthen the power of the law, blood wine. Now that time is running out, he must walk for a while
shortcut.
The three high priests were sitting cross-legged in the hall. When Liu Qiankun arrived, they quickly stood up to greet him. When Liu Qiankun explained his intention, the three priests showed a wry smile. Priest Klin turned over his hand and took out three bottles and held them.
Go up and say: "The blood wine is all here, please accept it from the God King."
Three bottles of blood wine had no effect at all on Liu Qiankun, it could only be regarded as better than nothing.
With a flick of his robe sleeves, he put away the three bottles. Liu Qiankun had an idea and asked, "I wonder how to refine this blood wine? Can you three tell me?"
As long as he knew the method of refining blood wine, he believed that it would not be difficult to brew more.
The three priests looked at each other, and then High Priest Oba stepped forward and bowed his hand to Liu Qiankun and said: "It is not difficult to make wine, but it is a pity that it is even more difficult for the Holy Blood grapes to mature."
The Holy Blood Grape is a strange thing that grows in the crater of a volcano. In the entire God Realm, it only grows on the Ella Afghan volcano crater. It takes millions of years to bear fruit once. These three bottles of blood wine are still
It will take at least 800,000 years for the blood grape vines on the crater to bear fruit when brewed from the holy blood grapes that were stored before.
"Eight hundred thousand years?" Liu Qiankun exclaimed, and his last illusion was shattered in an instant. Not to mention eight hundred thousand years, he couldn't afford to wait even for eight thousand years. Although one piece of broken soul has a provenance, another piece of broken soul has a provenance.
But I don't know where I am, and I have reached the limit of being able to spend half of my time.
"Take me to see the blood vine." Liu Qiankun gritted his steel teeth, and a ferocious look appeared on his face. He is the type who will not give up until he reaches the Yellow River. Since he is here, he will go and see the blood vine.
What is so wonderful about grape vines?
The three high priests shook their heads helplessly and led Liu Qiankun out of the palace towards the crater where the blood grape vines grew.
Waves of hot breath mixed with the smell of sulfur rushed towards the face, and the air within a thousand feet was trembling like water ripples. The four gods stood on the edge of a huge ring-shaped crater, with dark red magma emerging beneath them.
There are turbid bubbles the size of a human head, rising and dying in an endless stream.
Phew!
The Golden Crow Emperor raised his head and roared, fluttering his wings and pounced into the hot magma. He fell head first with a thud, splashing droplets of thick dark red liquid.
Liu Qiankun was stunned for a moment, and saw a small head with golden fur emerging from the surface of the magma. This bird with feathers was actually swimming carelessly in the magma that even the gods did not dare to go down easily. It was not using its wings.
He picked up some dark red liquid and poured it on his head. He opened his little eyes and looked like he was enjoying himself immensely.
"Miscellaneous Bird, you have found a good place to take a bath." The Sky-eating Silver Fox jumped down from Liu Qiankun's shoulder, raised its front paws and slapped the two large rocks from the crater towards the Golden Crow Emperor's head.
Whoosh!
The Golden Crow Emperor's eyes were quick, and he lowered his head and plunged into the magma. Two rocks the size of millstones were smashed into nothing, and only some scattered magma was splashed.
"Where is the blood grape vine?" Liu Qiankun was too lazy to pay attention to these two living treasures. Now he was more and more curious about where the blood grape vine grew.
"God King, please look, that is the Blood Grape Vine." Priest Klin pointed behind Liu Qiankun, turned around and saw a dark red giant vine growing less than five feet behind him.
The blood grape vine is more than ten feet long and has branches and vines that are just like ordinary grape vines, but it is three giant vines twisted together. At first glance, it looks a bit like the most common 'money tree'. The palm-sized heart
The shaped leaves were like balls of burning flames. Liu Qiankun's eyes quickly scanned from top to bottom, but he did not see the shadow of a Holy Blood Grape.
"This holy blood grape grows too slowly. After it is removed, it needs to be wrapped in tens of thousands of years of ice to retain its spiritual power. The God King still has to wait for eight hundred thousand years, and we will definitely serve the blood wine."
Oba's words were sincere, as if he was trying to persuade Liu Qiankun to leave.
Choking!
There was a clear dragon roar, and Liu Qiankun held the Qingming Sword in his hand, leaned forward and stepped out of the Nine Transformations of the Demon God, turning into a wisp of green smoke and flying towards the blood grape vine.
"God King..." The three high priests exclaimed, and saw a green bolt rising through the air. There was a crisp click, and a vine about ten feet long had been cut off.
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