Lin Mo concentrated on sensing and felt that the divine blood contained huge energy, as if it had autonomous consciousness, and tried its best to integrate into his body.
"Is this the secret of divine blood? Can it improve a person's cultivation and even extend his lifespan?" Lin Mo had a bold idea in his mind.
He carefully circulated the true energy, pulling more blood droplets to gather on his fingers. The aura of the divine blood became stronger and stronger, and there were faint beads of sweat on Lin Mo's forehead.
At this moment, an icy chill spread from the divine blood. Lin Mo thought and hurriedly cut off the connection with the divine blood. The divine blood turned into a puddle again and lay quietly at the bottom of the bowl.
"Sure enough, it is far from trivial and needs to be treated with caution." Lin Mo sighed. He decided to keep the divine blood properly first and study its mysteries later when he has cultivated to a higher level.
Lin Mo transformed into a merchant and came to a busy market. He made a big announcement in the shop, saying that he had learned that a demon cultivator had taken the blood of the ancient gods, causing instability in the spiritual world.
These remarks immediately caused a sensation, and everyone was discussing this incredible news. Lin Mo smiled slightly, turned around and left the town.
The news quickly reached the ears of Huang Liang Lingjun, and he was shocked: "The ancient divine blood has reappeared in the world. This matter is not trivial!"
Later, Huang Liang Lingjun organized people to conduct investigations throughout the spiritual world, trying to find the demon cultivator who had obtained the divine blood.
A few months later, Huang Liang Lingjun finally focused on several suspicious targets, and one of them, an old demon who lived in seclusion in the mountains, was extremely suspicious. So Huang Liang Lingjun personally led people to search for him.
However, despite searching through the old demon's paradise, not a single clue was found. Huang Liang Lingjun had no choice but to leave, and the whereabouts of the divine blood became a mystery.
And the cause of all this was Lin Mo's false rumors. He successfully diverted everyone's attention and bought himself precious time.
After living in seclusion in the cave for more than three years, Lin Mo felt that the noise outside should gradually subside.
He jumped up to the top of the mountain and looked into the distance. The man who was chasing him frantically had disappeared. Lin Mo squinted his eyes, and the figure of a flying dragon was vaguely visible in the sky. It was Huang Liang Lingjun's mount.
"It seems that he has left this area and gone to look for divine blood elsewhere." Lin Mo thought to himself.
So he returned to the cave and started packing his luggage. Years of seclusion made his clothes a little tattered. Lin Mo used his magic power to conjure a set of cyan robes, and used Earth Release to stuff a few pieces of wild fruit into his mouth.
"I have been in seclusion here for many years, and my cultivation has reached the state of becoming a god. Now I am ready to leave here and embark on a new journey."
Lin Mo smiled slightly, stepped out of the forest, and started a new adventure.
Lin Mo came to an inconspicuous small town, where it was peaceful, peaceful and uncontested.
He transformed into an ordinary middle-aged man, wearing coarse clothes and carrying a shabby luggage. This was exactly the outfit of an ordinary body refiner passing by.
Lin Mo walked quietly in the city in a light carriage. When he passed by a medicine shop, he walked in.
"Sir, what do you need?" the drug store owner greeted enthusiastically.
"Let's get some golden sore medicine and hemostatic pills." Lin Mo said.
The boss hurriedly packed the medicine, and Lin Mo left in a hurry after paying for the medicine.
After leaving the city, Lin Mo took a long breath and continued on his journey. He must always remain vigilant and carefully hide his identity. Only in this way can he survive this period of time safely.
A few years later, the rumors about the divine blood gradually faded out of people's conversation. When they heard about this, the martial arts masters who flocked to the city also left Sunset City in twos and threes.
After long-term investigation, Huang Liang Lingjun finally confirmed that this was just a misinformation. He shook his head helplessly and left on Qingluan.
The whereabouts of the divine blood became an unsolved mystery, and no one knew that Lin Mo had already pocketed it. As time passed, the matter finally came to an end, and the power of the divine blood continued to sleep, waiting for the moment of awakening.
In an unknown village thousands of miles away, the villagers were busy working when suddenly the sky darkened.
"What's going on? Why did it suddenly turn dark?"
"The elders in the family didn't say anything about changing the world!"
The villagers looked up one after another and saw lightning intertwining in the northern sky, dark clouds rolling in, and a huge vortex forming.
"This is a thunder tribulation! I have never seen such a powerful thunder tribulation!" an old man exclaimed.
"It's terrible! Will it destroy our village?" A little girl cried and ran into her mother's arms.
The thunder rumbled during the thunder disaster, and the villagers looked at the magnificent scene in the northern sky in disbelief, fearing that this disaster would bring a devastating blow to them.
On the other side of the village, near a huge mountain, a group of knights also witnessed the magnificent scene of this catastrophe. Lightning flashed in the sky and thunder rolled, as if the whole world was trembling.
An old man and two young boys in the knight team were also attracted. They were all shocked by the abnormality of this natural disaster.
The old man frowned and said thoughtfully: "This is not an ordinary thunder catastrophe, this is a rare thunder catastrophe in the spiritual world, which is extremely powerful. It seems that this time the catastrophe will trigger a huge change."
The young children's faces were pale. They had witnessed such a terrifying scene for the first time. In the lightning, a huge thunderbird soared, as if it was the incarnation of thunder and disaster, carrying the power of destruction.
The power of the natural disaster attracted their attention, causing them to stop the moving convoy...
Rolling dark clouds covered the sky, and rumbles of thunder came from the mountains. A group of monks gathered on the mountainside to watch this sudden disaster.
"What kind of disaster is this? Why did it happen so suddenly?" A young monk asked in confusion.
"Perhaps it's because the spiritual veins have fluctuated too much recently, causing a catastrophe." An old man speculated.
In the sky, gold and silver thunder flashed in the dark clouds, making deafening explosions and impacting the mountain. The monks felt the powerful energy fluctuations and were shocked by this scene.
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"Great, there are monks who are going to survive the tribulation! We can observe the power of the tribulation up close." A monk in green robe said excitedly.
"What color is this thunder? I remember that ordinary thunder from small heavenly tribulations are purple-red." An old man said with a frown.
"You remember wrongly. When I first advanced, I saw several seniors go through minor heavenly tribulations, and the thunderbolts were all purple." A young man in yellow retorted.
"That's not right. I have personally seen the elder go through the Great Heavenly Tribulation. The thunder from that time was all purple and gold, very scary." The old man insisted on his opinion.
"This time seems to be no small matter. Isn't it a big disaster?" asked another monk.
Another monk interjected: "I remember once seeing an elder go through a similar heavenly tribulation. At that time, the color of the thunder was cyan, not the gold and silver in front of me."
"I remember that during the great catastrophe, the mountain would collapse and the spiritual energy would gather into huge waves. It is obviously not like this this time." The young man in yellow analyzed.
The old man and everyone looked at each other, and they were all confused. What kind of catastrophe this was, it seemed that they had never seen it before.
"The power of this thunder is more powerful than any minor catastrophe I have ever seen. Even the mountain is shaking." The old man frowned and said.
"But it's not to the level of a great catastrophe. If it were a great catastrophe, the whole mountain would collapse." A middle-aged monk analyzed.
"Didn't you find that the aura in the thunder is very strange? I feel that it is not just the power of thunder." The young man in yellow robe reminded.
Everyone took a closer look and saw a faint black air current in the sky thunder, which appeared and disappeared, which looked very strange.
"You are right, this may be some kind of mutated catastrophe that we have never seen before! The person who dies this tribulation will be in trouble." The old man sighed.
One of the monks among the young men in yellow robes frowned and expressed concern: "This thunder, I feel it is unusual."
Everyone felt uneasy about the black energy. What kind of disaster it was seemed to be beyond their understanding.
The monks were all deep in thought, trying to understand the special features of this natural disaster. The old man scanned the crowd, his eyes full of stability: "No matter what, we must remain vigilant. The power of this natural disaster far exceeds expectations.
We cannot take it lightly."
Everyone was still watching, but the thunder tribulation did not stop for a moment and had already begun to come. The previous waves of thunder tribulation seemed to be very easy for those who survived the tribulation.
The sky thunder seemed to be furious, and the thunder balls struck the mountain one after another. Even the monks who were watching were shocked.
"What should we do? The thunder in the sky is too fierce. If it affects us, we may not be able to escape!" A monk said loudly.
"Get down the mountain quickly, don't get hurt!" the old man ordered.
Just when everyone was about to retreat, the figure hidden under the cloak suddenly rushed out of the mountain, bathed in the rolling thunder!
"What! He actually came out of the mountain?" Everyone was shocked.
The man was hovering in mid-air, with his arms open, welcoming every baptism of thunder. Everyone didn't understand his intention, so they could only continue to watch.
In the sky, dozens of sky thunders were ready to go off, converging into a huge thunder ball, pressing towards the tribulationist.
The person who saved the calamity waved his hands, and a gray ray of light shot towards the thunder ball, and actually lifted it up!
"Incredible! His magic power is so strong that he can withstand the thunder of heavenly calamity!" The monks were stunned.
I saw the person who saved the calamity using all his strength, holding Xiaguang in his hand, and slowly raising the thunder ball upwards. The thunder ball struggled to escape, making a loud "pong" sound, but in the end it could not escape his control.
This scene was extremely spectacular, with deafening thunder echoing in the valley, and everyone was shocked. Just as the rays of light lifted the thunderball high, a black hole suddenly appeared and swallowed the thunderball instantly.
"It's amazing! The strength of the person who saved the tribulation is far beyond our imagination." The young man in yellow robe couldn't help but admire.
This scene made everyone unbelievable that the tribulation master could control such a huge power. The faces of the observers showed a look of shock, and they began to realize that this tribulation master was no ordinary person.
The calamist's spells became more and more sophisticated. With extremely skillful skills, he transformed the thunderballs that originally threatened the mountainside into golden and silver electric arcs, dancing in the sky like gorgeous fireworks. The electric arcs wrapped around his body, forming a fantastic scene.
scene.
Then, with a baby-like tenderness, the person who saved the tribulation absorbed the golden and silver arc of electricity into his body, just as naturally as a painter put away his brush. The arc gradually dissipated, and the body of the person who saved the tribulation became ordinary again, without any trace of it.
brilliance.
This scene amazed everyone. The Tribulation Master's mysterious spell showed incredible power. However, although his spell was exquisite, it was not without cost, because his magic power was gradually draining away.
The person who saved the calamity did not stop, he performed another complicated spell, and saw that the gold and silver thunder in the sky actually turned into countless arcs of electricity, winding down towards the mountain like silver snakes.
Then, he opened his palms, and a small mountain suddenly appeared, catching all the arcs.
"What kind of method is this? It can naturally produce hills!" Everyone exclaimed.
All the electric arcs flowed into the hill, making a loud "crackling" sound. The person who saved the tribulation looked a little panicked, and continued to cast spells, trying to seal the energy of the sky thunder.
"It's a pity that his skill has not yet been fully developed, otherwise this disaster would be a thing of the past." The old man sighed.
Everyone also understood that the Tribulation Master was facing a huge challenge, and his mana was rapidly losing.
The person who was overcoming the tribulation was exhausted and had very little mana left. However, the catastrophe was still going on and might swallow his life at any time.
As the arc gradually dissipated, the Tribulation Master revealed his true appearance again. His appearance looked very ordinary, just like an ordinary monk. However, the name of this ordinary monk aroused everyone's surprise.
"Lin Mo!" An observer shouted his name loudly, with shock and respect in his voice.
Lin Mo practiced on the mountainside for more than a hundred years and revived his Nascent Soul, but he did not expect that when his Nascent Soul was revived, a catastrophe in the spiritual world would come.
In order to survive this catastrophe, he transformed into a catastrophe-dweller and used exquisite magic to withstand the attacks of thunder, making it difficult for others to identify his true identity.
But now that his magic power is about to run out, his true face is revealed and he is recognized.
Lin Mo's body was crumbling under the power of thunder. His mana was almost exhausted and he could no longer compete with the thunder.
At this moment, a burst of golden light flashed, and a golden boat-shaped magic weapon appeared in mid-air! Two monks wearing golden armor stood on the boat.
"It's Tianyuan Guard!" An old man watching at the foot of the mountain changed his expression and exclaimed.
The sudden appearance of the golden boat and the golden armored guards made Lin Mo feel extremely surprised. He stared closely at the golden boat, with an inexplicable doubt in his heart.
"The Golden Court Boat is the symbol of the Tianyuan Guard in the spiritual world, and the Tianyuan Guard is usually only dispatched in extremely urgent situations." The old man at the foot of the mountain continued to explain.
Everyone has obviously heard about the famous Tianyuan Guard.
Two monks in golden battle armor stood in the boat, holding magic weapons and making quick seals in their hands. The magic weapons shot out dazzling golden light and caught several thunderbolts!