Qianlun stood beside Yang Miesheng, but was greatly surprised by the "Devil Pond" he mentioned.
Although the Sun Temple behaves in an extremely domineering manner, this is the consistent principle of the world of immortality. The weak prey on the strong and respect strength. However, the Sun Temple itself is an orthodox immortal sect. Logically speaking, it has nothing to do with the word "devil".
It should be related.
But when Yang Miesheng said the word "Devil Pond" at this moment, it seemed normal and extremely familiar.
Not only that, An Hedao next to him didn't look strange at all, he just nodded calmly.
"Come with me!"
An Hedao signaled to Qianlun, then turned around and walked out of the hall. In one step, he was already hundreds of meters away.
Although Qianlun was confused, he still hurriedly followed.
Yang Miesheng was still standing in the main hall, watching the two people leave quietly, until their figures disappeared, and then he sat down cross-legged again, with a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.
"The Dongming Clan's last surviving bloodline is not far away!"
In the main hall, only his sigh could be heard, and then everything calmed down.
Qianlun followed An Hedao's footsteps and headed west until he came to the extreme west of the Temple of the Sun. This place was blocked by a series of real power training, and a long cordon was drawn out.
Qianlun recognized at a glance that this was the forbidden area of the sect that was well known to countless disciples of the Sun Temple. Even the core disciples of the Sun Temple were banned from entering and did not even dare to approach. Even many elder-level figures were restricted.
Outside, those who violate the religious rules will be punished.
But now, An Hedao took him to the highest forbidden area of the Sun Temple, and he went all the way to the deepest place without any obstruction.
The further inside this place went, the stronger Qianlun's induction became. He could feel that there was an extremely evil and bloody aura inside, which was even purer than his monstrous demonic aura.
In his daze, An Hedao's footsteps suddenly stopped. He raised his head in confusion and saw a huge pool of blood hundreds of meters in front of them.
This blood pool has a radius of thousands of meters. The extremely rich and pure smell of blood spreads out from it and blows in the wind. It can be seen that the red color in this pool is extremely viscous blood, but I don’t know what it is.
Human blood or animal blood.
But no matter what kind of blood it is, to fill this kilometer-wide blood pool, it will definitely require a mountain of corpses. There is no telling how many wronged souls are contained in this blood pool, probably no less than a million.
Qianlun asked himself, he must have killed a lot of people, but to inject the blood of so many people into a thousand-meter-cubic blood pool, even he was secretly frightened, and even more strange, how could there be such a place in the Temple of the Sun?
, and it is also listed as a forbidden area.
"arrive!"
An Hedao stood with his sword behind his back and spoke in a faint voice.
"Are we here?" Qianlun's eyes moved slightly, "Is this the 'Devil Pond' that Yang Miesheng called?"
"yes!"
An Hedao nodded, cherishing words like gold, but this made Qian Lun even more confused.
Although this blood pool is very large and the blood in it is extremely viscous and rich, in the final analysis, it is just the product of accumulated blood. There is nothing special about it. The evil force he sensed,
Now it has disappeared into nothingness and no longer exists.
He didn't know why this thing was called a magic pool, and how it could help him increase his strength?
Seemingly seeing Qianlun's doubts, An Hedao smiled faintly and said, "Don't underestimate this place. This was the supreme holy land of the first demon cultivator in the galaxy!"
"The number one demon cultivator sect in the galaxy?" Qianlun was shocked, "You mean...the Heavenly Demon Sect?"
He is the only bloodline of the Dongming Clan left on earth, and a lot of information spontaneously appeared in his brain through inherited memories from the moment he was born, including information about this Heavenly Demon Sect.
The Heavenly Demon Sect, the largest demon cultivator in the galaxy, gave birth to many powerful demon cultivators. However, because they were demon cultivators, they were rejected and hostile by many immortal cultivators in the galaxy. In the end, many powerful cultivators in the galaxy joined forces.
exterminate.
But according to his inherited memory, that happened thousands of years ago. After being wiped out, the Heavenly Demon Sect has disappeared from the galaxy. Rumor has it that the Tiger Demon Saint Emperor, the number one demon cultivator who once dominated the earth, also picked up the Heavenly Demon.
The inherited skills left by the sect on the earth were able to dominate the small world, forcing many sects in the small world to bow their heads, forcing him to join forces with the Four Elephant God Lord Shi Zhantian to kill them.
An Hedao did not pay attention to Qianlun's thoughts, but continued: "This magic pool, also known as the 'Xumi Demon Realm', is not a pool, but a magical weapon for amplifying magic!"
"The blood you see comes from all the powerful men in the galaxy, including those on the Immortal List. After they were killed by the powerful men of the Heavenly Demon Sect, their blood essence was smelted into this devil pool.
Become nutrients and raw materials to enhance the effect of this amplification weapon!"
"It can be said that this is the accumulated result of the painstaking efforts of the powerful men of the Heavenly Demon Sect in the past generations. However, after the Heavenly Demon Sect was jointly annihilated by the major sects in the galaxy, this 'Sumi Demon Realm' was finally acquired by my Sun Temple!"
The more Qianlun listened, the more frightened he became. In the end, he finally understood that the blood in this blood pool was not ordinary blood, but the essence and blood of countless powerful cultivators in the galaxy. It was the essence of life. If this was really the case, this
The energy contained in it is simply unimaginable.
"Although the Sumeru Demon Realm has a very high amplification effect and can raise a person's cultivation level by several levels in a short period of time, it is only useful for demon cultivators and has no effect on other immortal cultivators!"
"As a demon cultivator now, this Sumeru Demon Realm cannot be more useful to you. You can enter the blood pool now and absorb the power to help you cultivate!"
An Hedao stood there, neither stepping back nor approaching, but pointed at the blood pool towards Qian Lun.
Qianlun Jiang was doubtful, but thinking of the agreement he had reached with Yang Miesheng, he still stepped forward, then leaped forward and fell directly into the blood pool.
"Wow!"
As Qianlun entered, the originally calm blood pool began to boil like boiling water at a hundred degrees, and Qianlun felt that at the bottom of the blood pool, there was a surging demonic energy that he had never seen before.
It was rushing straight up, rushing towards his body, drilling into every pore of his, and reaching every cell.
His power also began to surge at this moment. His body and limbs seemed to be activated, greedily and crazily absorbing the demonic energy at the bottom of the blood pool. His originally festering face was also visible to the naked eye at this moment.
Repairing it at a very fast speed, the charming and handsome face of the past was soon restored.
An Hedao commented on Qianlun for a moment, then turned and left, his voice getting closer and closer.
"Practice hard. The demonic energy in this demonic pool is enough for you to reach the seventh level Nascent Soul, or even above!"
"When you get out of seclusion, you can challenge Ye Lingtian again!"
When the voice fell, An Hedao had disappeared, but Qianlun didn't pay attention to it. Instead, he calmed his mind, turned every ray of demonic energy into his own power, and began to practice crazily...
In the main hall of the Sun Temple, An Hedao returned again. Looking at Yang Miesheng sitting on the futon, he couldn't help but said: "Headmaster, just give Qianlun the Sumeru Demon Realm to use and let him improve."
In terms of strength, is it a bit of a waste?"
"If his strength exceeds that of the seventh-grade Nascent Soul, given the extraordinary talents of the Dongming Tribe, it will probably be quite difficult to subdue him!"
Yang Miesheng did not open his eyes, but smiled lightly and said: "Sword servant, don't worry!"
"Whether he reaches the seventh-grade Nascent Soul or the ninth-grade Nascent Soul, it doesn't make much difference to me. To capture him is just a matter of searching for something!"
"What I really value is the clan crest of his Dongming Clan. Only this thing cannot be obtained by forceful means. Only if he hands it over voluntarily can I use it freely!"
After he finished speaking, he suddenly opened his eyes. As he raised his hand, there was a faint blood gathering in his palm, and then countless blood lines condensed from the surroundings, forming a ball of blood about ten feet in size, suspended above his head.
This blood ball contains an extremely rich bloodline aura, and it also carries extremely powerful power. And these bloodline auras are 70-80% similar to Qianlun.
And Yang Miesheng spoke again at this moment, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more cold and cold.
"He would never have imagined that the essence and blood of all the Dongming clan members would be in my hands!"
"And the Dongming clan emblem he is about to give me will become my only key to using the power of these blood essences!"
"That day is also the day when I achieve 'God Transformation'!"