The Holy Lord's last words were like thunder, striking directly into Mu Yi's sea of consciousness, causing him to scream out in instinctive horror. He looked at the Holy Lord with disbelief on his face, as if he wanted to confirm it from his expression.
But in the end, Mu Yi understood that everything the Holy Lord said was true, that is to say, the mastermind behind the catastrophe of the end of the world was actually immortal blood, a drop of immortal blood.
In the past, Mu Yi thought about many possibilities, and even thought that everything was a cycle of heaven and a change made naturally. However, he did not expect that behind this, there was such a terrifying secret, and it could even be said to be a conspiracy. For some reason, he
Anger suddenly rose in his heart.
"You guessed it right. Although there is no evidence to prove it, it is indeed the case. However, the method of the immortal blood has exceeded our imagination. Even the emperor could not find any trace. However, the strong humans of the human race fought back and still gave it to them.
It must have been severely damaged, so there was stability later, but now, the immortal blood has recovered, so the horror of the catastrophe in the underworld will be beyond your imagination. It is not just a problem for the cultivation world, but a crisis for the entire human race.
"
The expression of the Holy Lord also became solemn, "It is not that there were no saints in our human race before, but because the origin of the immortal blood is a mystery, many people believe that in this world, in addition to the two realms of Yin and Yang, there are other big worlds.
It's just that it's extremely far away from us, but there are still a group of people who choose to look for the so-called big world. They are the saints of our human race who have also embarked on this road in order to find a chance for humanity to live and find the Restraining Immortal.
Blood method.
It is a pity that there is no news from the human saint after he left. He may have been lost in the chaos and darkness, and he may not be able to find his way home.
The only thing that is certain is that once the immortal blood is allowed to succeed, not only the world of the earth will suffer a disaster, but even the underworld may not be able to escape this disaster."
"So this is the truth?" Mu Yi said blankly, then he seemed to remember something and asked: "Can't even Emperor Netherworld and Empress Houtu be able to resist him?"
At this time, in addition to these two people, several other figures emerged in Mu Yi's mind. The first was the golden figure who left behind the inheritance of the Nine-turn Golden Body Art. He was already sure that that figure had also reached the level of the Great Emperor, but
I don’t know where the other party has gone, or whether he has fallen into the Immortal Tomb. After all, according to what the Holy Lord said, there were emperor-level beings who died in that war.
There is also the legendary Emperor Wa in the Qingqiu Secret Realm among the Monster Clan, who is also at the level of the Great Emperor.
In addition, Patriarch Minghe is also a legendary emperor-level powerhouse. There is even an evil Buddha he obtained in the underworld, which is also a great emperor-level powerhouse.
However, thinking of the disappeared Ancestor Styx and the evil Buddha with only one statue left, Mu Yi had a horrifying thought in his heart. Perhaps the culprit of all this was the immortal blood, and there were more of him in it.
Unknown secrets.
"Those two are one with the underworld to a certain extent. Only in the underworld can they remain the strongest. Once they leave the underworld, they are only stronger than ordinary emperors. However, the immortal blood is weird and no one can guarantee that it can resist it.
All we can do is to continuously improve our strength to cope with the catastrophe in the future." The Holy Lord said.
"Great catastrophe, another great catastrophe?" Mu Yi couldn't help but sigh, maybe the future underworld will not be able to escape this fate either.
"Then are there any chess pieces under the Immortal Blood Cloth in our human race?" Mu Yi thought of the things that the ancestor of the Jiang family secretly investigated.
"Yes, not only our human race, but also the two demon and ghost races have many. But don't worry, these 'people' are nothing. Even if they break out, I have enough confidence to suppress them. Moreover, there need to be some differences among the human race."
After all, the human race has been stable for too long, even if there are external threats, it cannot hurt the foundation." The Holy Lord said.
After hearing the words of the Holy Lord, Mu Yi was a little relieved. After all, he was the Holy Lord. At this level, there were very few things in the world that could be hidden from them. However, the big things in his eyes were not in the eyes of the Holy Lord.
Just little things.
Sure enough, with different status and strength, the vision will be different.
"Then what does my test mean? As for handing over the human race to me and asking the Holy Lord to take it back, I'm afraid I can't bear this important task." Mu Yi asked, and at the same time he clearly rejected the position of Holy Lord, even though this position
It's very tempting, but he still has some self-awareness. When he was in the earth world, he didn't even pay much attention to the affairs of Suzaku Hall, and almost left it to his subordinates to deal with it.
What's more, it's the Human Temple. Compared with Suzaku Hall, the Human Temple is a thousand times more troublesome, and he doesn't care about this kind of power. Instead of wasting energy there, he might as well practice well. After all, he faces
In the coming catastrophe, only strength is the most important.
"If our human race does not want to become cannon fodder, we must have a saint. This is also a prerequisite. For this, no matter what the price, it is worth it." A flash of determination flashed in the eyes of the Holy Lord.
"No matter what the cost?" Mu Yi nodded with understanding. Indeed, although it seems that the human race can resist the two demon and ghost tribes at the moment, in fact, it is the connivance of the top of the demon and ghost tribe, and they do not really want to destroy them.
Losing the human race is more like a kind of captivity.
Once the catastrophe really breaks out, the demons and ghosts will show their ferocious faces and will definitely treat the human race as cannon fodder. Without the saints and the strong men at the level of the great emperor, the human race will be unable to resist at all. So it is no wonder that the holy lord will be so persistent, even at the expense of
All costs were paid.
If it were him, I believe he would do the same, because only in this way can the human race breathe and gain vitality.
"Does the Holy Lord think I can become a saint?" Mu Yi asked, finally understanding what the so-called test was.
"If it was before, you had no hope at all, and you could only reach semi-saintness at most, and that would also be your end. But if you come out of there, it means that you have one ten thousandth chance of becoming a saint." Saint.
Zun looked at Mu Yi with burning eyes.
"Only one ten thousandth?" Mu Yi was stunned. Although he had long known that becoming a saint would be difficult, he was still a little unbelievable when he heard what the Holy Lord said. This was the result of his coming out of there.
Otherwise, it seems impossible to become a saint in this life.
"Do you think one ten thousandth is very low? What if I told you that even one ten thousandth would make countless semi-saints and quasi-emperors crazy with envy? At least compared to us, you at least still have hope." The Holy Lord has deep eyes.
There was a flash of sadness everywhere.
"Okay, I want to know where it is?" Mu Yi finally asked.