The sword light suddenly converged, and Liu Qiankun had sheathed his sword and stood up. He saw a bright red liquid emerging from the broken part of the blood grape vine, just like blood, but mixed with a hot sulfur smell, which made Liu Qiankun frown.
He wrinkled his hand and moved his palm towards the place where the broken branch fell. The branch on the ground instantly jumped into his palm. He heard a click sound and actually broke it into two parts again. The palm of his hand was also covered with some red liquid.
Just when the three high priests looked surprised, Liu Qiankun smiled and opened his palms. A little bright red sprout slowly stretched out from his palm, headed, grew leaves, and finally miraculously formed clusters.
A bright red fruit like agate. He picked a holy blood grape and put it into his mouth. Liu Qiankun frowned and moved his feet to hold the ten-foot-long blood grape vine and float it towards the three priests.
Before the three priests could recover from the shock, a ball of fiery red holy blood grapes was stretched out in front of them, and a low voice sounded: "Everyone, please have a taste. How come this holy blood grape tastes like this?"
"Priest Oba rubbed his fingers and pinched a holy blood grape and put it into his mouth. His face suddenly turned bitter. This holy blood grape was extremely sour, with a smell of fire and sulfur. After chewing one mouthful, the root of his tongue felt numb, and he felt extremely sour.
How can I swallow so hard that my throat drops.
puff!
Even though Priest Oba had reached the level of God King, he could not withstand the breath of fire and sulfur in his mouth. He simply lowered his head and spit out the crumbs in his mouth. The other two high priests looked at each other and refused to go.
Try the taste of the Holy Blood Grape.
"The entrance of the Holy Blood Grape is like fire, and it turns into a sweet spring in the blink of an eye. The things created by the God King with his magical power have their shape but not the marrow." Oba is most familiar with the Holy Blood Grape, and those blood wines are all
It was brewed by him alone, and he did not forget to taste fresh things when brewing, so his analysis was naturally clear and logical.
"The King of Gods doesn't know. The Blood Grape Vine needs to be watered by the blood of the Saint to grow. You might as well go to the Saint to get some blood." Priest Klin pointed to the house made of red rocks not far away.
said.
This house is the residence of the saint who lives here. However, the four gods who came together just now did not come out to greet the saint. This is just because the cultivation level of this saint is too low, and she can barely break through the realm of the intermediate true god.
It is impossible to detect the whereabouts of the four god-king level experts.
Priest Kenny raised the corner of his mouth and said: "Let me get some blood of the saint. Whether it succeeds or not depends on fate." After saying this, he transformed into the light and went straight into the stone house.
Liu Qiankun, who has keen eyesight, has already seen that there is a layer of something like a ban within a hundred feet around the stone house. Although the god in the house can move within a radius of a hundred feet, he can never leave the crater. Think about it.
I already knew the reason: it was probably because the daughter of Bin Laden eloped last time that the three priests were a little more careful, and then they imprisoned the saint within a hundred feet.
Just as he was in a state of trance, he saw Priest Kenny flying out, holding a long-necked jade bottle in his hand. It was the kind that holds blood wine, but there were two faint traces of blood on the mouth of the bottle.
Among them must be the pretended blood of the saint.
Liu Qiankun waved his hand and threw the blood grape vine in his palm into the magma beneath him. This thing seemed not to be afraid of the high temperature in the magma. It floated and sank with the bubbles billowing out, making it easier to swim in it.
The three-legged golden crow of 'water' has become its boring plaything.
Taking the jade bottle handed over by Kenny, he poured some blood into the palm of his hand. The law of creation worked, and a brand new blood grape vine began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a moment, he could see fruitful results.
The thin vine was bent. When Liu Qiankun once again stretched out the blood grape vine in front of the three priests, they didn't see them reaching out to pick it for a long time. After being stunned for a long time, Oba boldly picked up a holy blood grape and closed it.
As soon as I took it into my mouth, my expression became more exciting.
Seeing the second Holy Blood Grape enter Oba's mouth again, Liu Qiankun couldn't help but pinch a Holy Blood Grape and put it into his mouth. Sure enough, there was a burning heat, and then it turned into a wisp of sweet spring and filled the whole mouth. It turned out that
The mystery of this holy blood grape is that it needs to be watered with the blood of the saint. Once the crux is found, no matter how many problems there are, they will be solved.
Liu Qiankun is the only one in his field of vision who understands the power of the two laws of creation and life at the same time. What's more, the moment the power of the law of life enters his mind, it is already the Great Perfection, and the blood grape vines born are naturally and original.
It's the same, except that time is cut off tens of millions of times.
"Priest Oba, help me brew blood wine immediately. The more the better." Liu Qiankun was overjoyed and his words became hurried.
After hearing this, Priest Oba did not dare to neglect. He flipped his palms and took out a steaming box. He picked out clusters of Holy Blood Grapes and put them into it. The box seemed to be only the size of a palm, and it could not contain clusters of Holy Blood Grapes.
It's not full, but it looks like it's a storage artifact specially refined to hold the holy blood grape.
It was a joy to create and finish one by one like this. It only took less than half an hour to put hundreds of kilograms of holy blood grapes into the box, and a bottle of the saint's blood was also finished.
"That's enough. It will take thousands of years to make wine with these holy blood grapes. It's enough for the God King. You must know that drinking too much of this blood wine will also limit the growth of the power of the law." Oba finally started.
Stop, nothing can be done overnight, Liu Qiankun still understands the principle that things must be reversed when they are extreme.
After the four gods returned to the temple, the next thing became easier. Priest Oba was seen sitting cross-legged on the ground, lightly brushing the ground in front of him with one palm, and there were a bunch of large and small things on the ground.
At a glance, there are nearly a hundred jade bottles. Auba took out a cluster of holy blood grapes from the jade box and held it in his palm. He muttered something in his mouth, then quickly picked up a wine bottle, uncorked it and placed it on the ground.
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Whizzing……
Drops of bright red liquid burst out from the Holy Blood Grapes, and dropped into the mouth of the bottle with a sound of breaking through the air. In the blink of an eye, all the liquid was squeezed out of the cluster of Holy Blood Grapes, leaving only a layer of shriveled
Priest Pi'er Oba did not stop for a moment, opening the large and small jade bottles in front of him in a certain order, and carefully dripping the liquids of various colors into the bottle of blood wine.
It takes several years to successfully brew a bottle of blood wine, but this first step is very critical. Once the order of the liquid on the ground is disrupted, it will end up in vain, not to mention the waste of natural resources, time, for Liu Qiankun
is the most important.
As bottles of blood wine were drunk into his stomach, they turned into wisps of extremely pure power of law and merged into the tiniest golden bead in his brain. This mysterious bead was multiplied by the laws of space.
The golden beads began to grow gradually and began to rotate.
Killing, creation, life, space, the last power of the law that has not been cultivated to Dzogchen is exactly what Liu Qiankun lacks most at the moment: time.