After putting away all the chains, Zhuang Wudao raised his gaze again and looked in front of the stone pit.
It was a high platform with ninety-nine stone steps. There was a huge coffin on the platform, which was astonishingly three thousand feet tall.
The Wu Clan are all very tall and huge, also known as giants. It goes without saying that they are stalwart. Legend has it that the stronger this clan is, the higher their realm is, and the bigger their bodies become.
If it were the realm of the Yuanshi Immortal King, then it would be even more possible to stand upright with the sky and the earth under its feet, with its feet on the earth and the sky above its head.
In front of the coffin, there is a dark red stone blood pool. There are large areas of dark red blood stains inside after it dries up.
It can be imagined that since the second calamity, this place must have been filled with a large amount of blood. And where the blood pool is, there is an altar with a radius of ten feet.
At the top is the main priest's Horcrux. It is a three-foot-long blood-colored jade hook floating in the void. It exudes waves of magnificent soul power, attracting the surrounding resentful spirits to gather here.
The breath was cool and cold. Zhuang Wudao only took a glance and felt that the temperature in his body was rapidly dropping again. However, the surroundings of the blood-colored jade hook were not frozen.
As soon as he saw this thing, Zhuang Wudao's eyes narrowed slightly. In fact, he had already noticed this thing after he came in, but he just ignored it for the time being.
Compared with this bloody jade hook, the corpse of the real dragon is undoubtedly much easier to collect.
Mo Ling had been impatient for a long time and was in a restless mood. However, he could feel the danger of this object and did not act rashly.
"It's a good thing, it turns out that these immortal-level resentful spirits have not been killed by heaven because their bodies are lodged in this jade hook——"
Looking at the bloody aura outside the jade hook, Zhuang Wudao frowned and then glanced at the lower part of the jade hook. That was also the end point and core of all formation runes in this ancient tomb of the Wu clan.
Astonishingly, there is an irregular-shaped blood-colored crystal floating on it. It is about the size of two fists and is crystal clear. There seems to be blood-colored flames burning inside, but if you look closely, you will find that there is nothing inside.
.
This is a blood essence essence that is more advanced than the one after he slaughtered the entire Qingxu Daode Sect, with a concentration of more than ten times.
It should be the blood of the dead creatures in this ancient tomb that naturally gathered together, which is an incidental effect of this formation.
The people of the Witch Clan have no use for this kind of blood essence, and the ancient tomb formation does not have this function. Even the blood tanks are mainly used to attract souls, not to gather blood.
However, the long-term energy blockage in the ancient tomb, isolation from the world, and the side effect of the formation to condense soul power. Over time, this extremely high-level blood crystal was naturally condensed. With the nine-bit fairyland, a
The core is the Qi and blood of a pure-blood dragon true immortal.
Zhuang Wudao's eyes couldn't help but be slightly happy, this is another good thing. If he can get it, then in the future, Cangwu Demon Lord will be more confident in opening the Kingdom of God, and even improve the quality of the Kingdom of God.
Blood essence is an extremely wonderful thing. It can replenish vitality, increase longevity, increase spells and martial arts power, and can even extract mana directly from it for use. As long as the blood essence inside is not exhausted, then the mana can be used.
It can be endless.
However, refining blood crystals is extremely cruel. Even if Zhuang Wudao is a 'devil cultivator' and has deep hatred against the righteous sects, he would not do it often.
This kind of ready-made product that does not need to stain his own hands is the best thing for him.
But before collecting it, there is one more thing to do——
After waiting silently, as expected, only a moment later, Zhuang Wudao saw another figure entering the main tomb at the entrance.
It was the Sanxian of the Curse God Sect who was in charge of breaking the formation outside the Ancient Tomb of the Witch God. The first time he came in, he was naturally attracted by the blood-colored jade hook, and his eyes showed a strong look of surprise and greed. Then,
Only then did his eyes turn to Zhuang Wudao, with a fierce light flashing in his eyes, sharp and cold: "Who are you, sir? Don't you know that what is here, I, the Cursing God Sect, are bound to get it?"
Just as he was speaking, more than a dozen monks followed him in. Three Mahayana monks and nine Guiyuan monks. They were all very powerful.
After coming in, they stood ready and began to form a formation. However, they seemed to be quite afraid of Zhuang Wudao and did not underestimate their own capabilities. They came up to surround and kill him.
They are well aware of the abundance of resentful spirits in the ancient tombs here. If they were able to break in unharmed and go straight into the main tomb, then the person in front of them must have at least the strength of the Sanxian level.
Therefore, even though the Sanxian of the Cursing God Sect was extremely angry, he did not take action immediately. Instead, he first tried to find out the reality of Zhuang Wudao. His unpredictable eyes were scrutinizing Zhuang Wudao.
But there was doubt in his eyes. The person in front of him should be a demon cultivator, but his cultivation level could only reach the Mahayana realm at most.
However, how could a Mahayana monk be able to withstand the divine impact of dozens of ninth-level heads and even scattered immortals and resentful spirits?
Unless the person in front of me deliberately hides his cultivation. Or his realm is not high, but his spiritual thoughts are extremely strong.
In the past hundreds of thousands of years in the Star Xuan Realm, there have been many cases like this. Some people's souls are innately powerful, some have practiced extremely special supplementary skills, and some have special physiques, often with realms beyond their own.
of powerful thoughts.
For the moment, he couldn't tell what kind of situation Zhuang Wudao was, and who he was. However, the unique arrogance and arrogance in the character of the people of the Cursing God Sect still gained the upper hand, and said coldly: "No matter who Dao Youdao is.
, please retreat quickly. Taoist fellow Taoist, I won’t argue with you about what I have found in the tomb. But if you continue to be ignorant, I will curse the Shen Sect to make you never come back."
Zhuang Wudao laughed dumbly and looked back: "Are you Kuzhu from the Cursing God Sect?"
This was naturally the information he got from Qin Feng. Although Zhuang Wudao didn't take the Curse God Sect seriously, it was still necessary to know one's enemies and one's own friends.
"It's me"
Kuzhu narrowed his eyes, his murderous intent becoming more and more fierce and dangerous. He knew that the person in front of him was clearly prepared.
"It seems that my fellow Taoist is determined to obtain this thing and become an enemy of our Cursing God Sect?"
"It's a joke that even the righteous path has treasures that have no owners and only the virtuous can live in them. How much more so for demon cultivators like us? I'm going to settle on this treasure."
Zhuang Wudao shook his head and said calmly: "Actually, if I were you, I shouldn't have rushed in. Now that I've seen you, Ren can only kill people and silence them."
When the words came out, Kuzhu's heart was already filled with warning signs. A black bird beside the man in front of him first flew into the air and threw out thousands of thunder and fire. At the same time, a layer of extremely powerful power of the law instantly erupted.
Covering the entire tomb.
"Chongming Xushen?"
Kuzhu frowned slightly, could this person be from the Red God Sect? No, since he is a demon cultivator, he must be a Chongming Demon Record.
In this world, under the suppression of the Red God Sect, who can cultivate Chong Tian Mo Lu to such a state?
As soon as this idea came up, Zhuang Wudao had already ducked and reached the bodies of the Cursing God Sect monks. The sword energy directly cut through forcefully and shattered the temporary formation.
Then the golden-red light and shadow flashed, and a series of blood energy surged. Wherever the Demon God's Tribulation Sword was swung, there were three Guiyuan monks immediately, and they were directly injured by Zhuang Wudao's sword. However, he showed mercy for the time being and did not immediately
Take his life.
He also had other uses for the lives of these people, so he captured them whenever he could. He didn't just want to interrogate the true meaning of the spell from these people. When collecting the bloody jade hook, he might also need the blood essence of these monks.
Immediately after the sword left his mind, Zhuang Wudao moved his mind again and used his magic power. Immediately, countless Taixiao Zhongming Yudu Tianshen thunder came from the void. Inside the entire tomb chamber, there were
Thunder exploded all over the sky, causing everyone around to retreat and resist, without any power to resist.
At this time, Kuzhu finally remembered a person, and for a moment his face turned pale as paper, with all the blood gone.