The moment he saw those qi-blood smokes, Zhang Qian showed a look of joy. There were twelve kinds of these qi-blood smokes, and they were clearly emitted by the true blood of the twelve ancestral witches.
Whoosh!
Can Yu flew to the stone platform and saw twelve towering stone tablets on the huge stone platform.
The twelve stone tablets are of different colors, and each one exudes different law fluctuations. Among them are the law of space, the law of time, and the law of thunder, to name a few, which respectively correspond to the twelve laws contained in the bloodline of the twelve ancestral witches. kind of rule.
"What a strange stone tablet!"
Can Yu stopped in front of one of the stone monuments. Zhang Qian took a quick look and saw that this thousand-foot-high stone monument was made of unknown materials. It was engraved with dense patterns. The patterns were extremely mysterious and seemed to be natural. Dao Dao pattern.
Moreover, these lines faintly formed a mysterious formation, but Zhang Qian couldn't figure out what kind of formation it was. What was even stranger was that as long as he stared at these lines, a vague shadow would appear in his mind. The shadow. Standing tall and majestic, Zhang Qian immediately thought of Pangu.
"These lines hold a big secret!"
In an instant, he understood that the patterns on these stone tablets held horrifying secrets.
After looking carefully for a while, he found that these lines became more and more complex and seemed to be constantly changing. After looking at them for a long time, he actually felt dizzy.
"How can this be!"
He was shocked. He was a Daluo Jinxian, but he felt dizzy just looking at these lines.
He wanted to record these lines, but he found that he couldn't do it, because these lines were constantly changing and were different every moment. Even if he recorded it, it would only be what it looked like at a certain moment, not what it looked like at a certain moment. use.
"The true blood of the ancestral witch!"
Blinking his eyes, Zhang Qian stopped looking at these lines. He turned his eyes and immediately let out a low voice. At the top of the stone monument, which was thousands of feet high, there was a ball of true blood containing terrifying power gathered there.
This ball of true blood is about ten feet in diameter, and it is connected to the stone tablet below. Strands of real blood fall down to the stone tablet, flowing down along the ever-changing lines on the stone tablet.
During the flowing process, Zhang Qian keenly felt that something magical was integrated into the true blood.
It is a strange power, like blood and origin!
"I understand! No wonder each of the witch clans created by the twelve ancestral witches is different, has its own path, and has unlimited growth possibilities. It turns out that at the beginning of creation, the true blood of the ancestral witches flowed through these lines. From time to time, different foundations are imprinted by these ever-changing lines, making the foundations of every created witch clan different!"
These lines are changing all the time, so the things imprinted into the true blood are different, and the witch clan created in this way will also be different.
The true bodies of the witch clan are not the same. Although they usually appear in tall human form, their true bodies are strangely shaped. For example, the great witch has a body with three heads and six arms. The other great witches are also different.
This is because when the Twelve Ancestral Witches created them, the true blood flowed through the stone tablets, and the lines of the imprints were different.
"It's really magical. These twelve stone tablets are simply the supreme artifacts of creation!"
Zhang Qian clicked his tongue in admiration, but he didn't mean to be greedy. It was obvious that these twelve stone tablets were only useful if they were in the hands of the twelve ancestral witches, and would be of no use if they fell into the hands of others.
After clearly understanding the method used by the Twelve Ancestral Witches to create the Witch Clan, Zhang Gan looked at the true blood on the top of the stone tablet. With a thought, Can Yu flew over and came to the ball of true blood.
Whoosh!
The residual jade emits a white jade-colored divine light. The divine light spreads slowly and disappears into the true blood in the blink of an eye.
"Sure enough, there is a brand!"
In an instant, Zhang Qian discovered the mark of the ancestral witch in the true blood. As long as this mark was disturbed, the twelve ancestral witches would immediately notice it.
Thanks to the magic of Can Jade, the divine light emitted carefully avoided the ancestral witch's brand, and began to slowly draw out the true blood.
After a while, drops of true blood the size of dust followed the white jade divine light and entered the remaining jade.
Zhang Qian immediately used the treasure bottles he had prepared to take over. These treasure bottles were specially refined by him to seal the true blood of the ancestral witches.
Boom, boom, boom!
The scary thing is that when the true blood, which is the size of a tiny speck of dust, falls into the vase, it actually makes a thunderous earthquake. Every drop is extremely heavy, as if it wants to smash through the vase.
A steady stream of Ancestral Witch True Blood was drawn out by Can Yu. Although each time it was only a drop the size of a tiny speck of dust, a small amount could add up to a lot. Soon after, a ball of Ancestral Witch True Blood with a radius of one foot was accumulated in the vase. Blood.
Zhang Qian thought about it and stopped drawing. The true blood on the top of the stone tablet was only about ten feet wide. He had drawn so much, which was the limit. If there was any more, the ancestral witch mark in the true blood would be discovered immediately, so he drew it out. The ones are all next to the ancestral witch brand.
"Next!"
The residual jade moved and flew to the next stone monument. There was also a ball of true blood of the ancestral witch on the top of this stone monument, which was filled with the exploding secrets of the Thunder Law.
"It should be strong true blood!"
The divine light of the residual jade spread, covering this ball of true blood, and began to extract it again.
As time passed, Zhang Qian flew past one stone monument after another, each time drawing out a ball of true blood of the ancestral witch within a square foot.
Slowly, the twelve treasure bottles were filled with the true blood of the ancestral witch.
This kind of harvest gave him a great sense of satisfaction. Thinking about Shi Zu's contribution, Di Jiang only rewarded him with a small drop of the ancestral witch's true blood, but he got so much.
The true bodies of the Twelve Ancestral Witches are extremely huge, and they have an unknown amount of true blood, but they only gave Shi Ancestor a small amount, which shows that the Twelve Ancestral Witches are reluctant to part with it.
"It's completely enough, more than enough, and it can also bring great blessings to the barbarians!"
He collected so much true blood from the ancestral witches that he couldn't use it up, and planned to give Qianyi some blessings. Qiangyi was a great witch created by the ancestral witches of Emperor Jiang. If he could get the true blood of the other eleven ancestral witches, then Qiangyi would be so powerful. It is very likely that Yi's bloodline will return to its roots and become closer to Pangu's true blood.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Even if you are just close, there will be earth-shaking changes. With the true blood of the twelve ancestral witches, the strong barbarians will definitely reach the sky in one step and evolve another strange kind of Come by blood.
Maybe he will become the thirteenth ancestral witch of the witch clan!
Nodding with satisfaction, Zhang Qian stopped staying and sent Canyu flying towards the outside of Pangu Temple.
Because of Can Yu's miraculous powers, no one discovered that he stole the true blood of the ancestral witches this time. It may be a long time before the twelve ancestral witches realize something is wrong.
Not long after, Canyu flew out of the Pangu Temple silently and left far away. Then Zhang Qian passed directly through the Dongyuan Sword Gourd and appeared in the blessed land cave inside Taiwu Mountain.
"Lord, have you succeeded?"
The Qiang barbarians who were notified by Zhang Qian came and asked excitedly.
"Of course it's done, Qiangyi, I'm going to give you a great blessing! You are a descendant of the Emperor's bloodline, and you carry the blood of the Emperor. If you fuse the true blood of the other eleven ancestral witches, you have every hope of becoming a The thirteenth ancestral witch!”
Qiang Yi looked overjoyed and said excitedly: "It's all up to the Lord to recreate it, but if I fuse the true blood of the other eleven ancestral witches, wouldn't this matter be hidden?"
"It doesn't matter!" Zhang Qian smiled confidently, "If you fuse the true blood of all the ancestral witches, your own bloodline will evolve towards the source of bloodline and approach Pangu.
Although it is only slightly close, it can completely change the bloodline after the fusion and become another bloodline, a bloodline that is close to Pangu's true blood.
At that time, how could the Twelve Ancestral Witches know that your bloodline evolved from the fusion of twelve kinds of true blood? Besides, this fusion must be done by me. Otherwise, if you force the fusion by yourself, it will just explode. , died an unexpected death.
I will use the most precious Hongmeng Ten Thousand Transformations Cauldron to help you perfectly integrate the twelve kinds of ancestral witch bloodlines, and achieve the ultimate sublimation!"