Chapter two hundred and sixteen: dark mutation, fusion blood
When the dark crack first came out, strong men in the martial realm were allowed to enter.
Judging from the intelligence, the biological strength currently appearing in the dark world is also around the realm of Wu Zun.
But just yesterday, this situation changed.
The strength restriction at the entrance has changed from Martial Lord to Martial Emperor!
This change was very sudden and there was no news beforehand.
But last night, the advance troops of a force planned to enter a corner of the dark world to station themselves.
As a result, everyone else went in, but only the leading warriors were trapped in the fog at the entrance. They wandered around for a long time and then came out of the entrance.
As soon as this situation appeared, it immediately attracted a lot of attention.
After many tests by all parties, it was discovered that any strong person above the Martial Lord could no longer enter this corner of the world.
And those powerful Wu Zun who were originally inside to inquire about information will also be unable to enter again once they come out.
In this way, the major forces' arrangements for the trip to the Dark Rift have changed.
We definitely have to go in. According to the information we have obtained so far, the appearance of this dark world is a huge opportunity.
Those mysterious palaces, peach groves full of fairy peaches, and a large number of ancient ruins...these are all tangible benefits, enough to make them red-eyed.
Just how to enter and how to arrange it after entering still need to be carefully considered.
The forces that originally had a large number of strong men stationed there were better. Those unprepared forces did not dare to rush in and send the elites of the clan in.
If you are found by your enemies, one party has a Martial Master and the other party does not... isn't it the same as delivering food?
They began to operate their own connections in an attempt to protect their family members from the alliance forces that had stationed strong men in the dark world in advance.
Of course, I won’t go into details about the exchange of interests involved.
After Qin Yu read this information, he thought about it for a while and then ignored it.
As far as the current situation is concerned, there is still some time before the ruins of the dark world are broken out. Now, if we rush there in a hurry, we can only wait.
It’s better to deal with the matter in front of you first!
Thinking of this, he tilted his head slightly and said, "Liang Qiu, follow me!"
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Beichen Dao Domain, Fenglei Sect.
At this time, Fenglei Sect was no longer peaceful as before, and there was a murderous atmosphere everywhere.
The patrolling disciples coming and going were fully equipped, and their eyes were fixed on the mist of the surrounding mountain stream, as if they were afraid that something terrible would burst out of it.
The hall that used to be brightly lit in the past was now empty. There was only a blank floor tile in the center of the hall, which was vaguely different from the surroundings.
Under the earth, three thousand feet away, there is an extremely magnificent and huge altar.
The altar has not yet been completed, and a large number of coolies are running back and forth, carrying huge stones and carving details.
The altar is circular, with a stone bridge leading to the edge in each of the four directions.
Below is an abyss as scarlet as blood.
Standing on the edge of the altar and looking down, it seems that one can faintly hear bursts of demonic sounds, there seems to be a ghost lingering in front of him, and the rotten bones of the flesh are waving...
Like a nightmare!
If you look carefully, you will find that there is an extremely huge underground space below the surface altar and above the scarlet abyss.
This underground space is extremely vast, like a huge palace.
It's just that the furnishings inside are extremely simple: a pool of blood that looks like boiling, surrounded by twelve huge strange stone statues. The stone statues are connected by iron cables, surrounding the blood pool.
One after another figures descended from the altar above, dragging or carrying behind them the bodies of huge ferocious beasts.
They disemboweled the vicious beast and threw it whole into the boiling water.
The pool of blood that was constantly rolling and bubbling was like a giant gluttonous mouth. It completely swallowed up the corpse of the beast in just a few breaths, leaving no bones left.
Only the blood color is a little more intense.
"How long will it take to complete?" In the corner, two figures stood side by side, looking at the busy people in front of them and the huge unfinished altar, frowning and discussing.
"Almost...the last batch of nutrients is on the way. Once put in, the first blood transfusion can begin!" The person who answered was covered in a black robe, and his face could not be seen clearly.
Only two disturbing scarlet lights could be vaguely seen from the hood.
His figure was hoarse and his tone was full of indifference, but the words he spoke caused great fluctuations in the moods of those around him.
"Can you guarantee that... it will be successful?" Murong He, the grand prince of Fenglei Sect, asked in a deep voice, with a hint of hope in his words.
As soon as these words came out, the man in black robe did not respond and just sneered.
"Why are you laughing?" Murong He frowned.
"Laughing at your behavior at this time is like a woman waiting for her lover to lift the red hijab on her wedding night..."
"..." Murong He frowned and snorted lightly, but didn't say anything, as if he was already accustomed to the words of the person in front of him.
Finally, the man in black robe answered him: "No one can guarantee success. The success rate I can promise is only 70%!"
"Seventy percent?" Murong He said in surprise: "So low?"
"Low?" The man in black robe seemed to have heard some joke. He turned to look at him and said grimly: "Do you know how many people our clan has killed overtly and covertly in the past million years just for this 70% success rate?
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As the words fell, bursts of cries like night owls echoed through the body of the black-robed man.
Murong He looked intently and looked directly into the scarlet eyes in his robe, and his hands and feet suddenly became cold.
He saw a mountain of corpses, blood rushing like a long river, the ghosts and resentful spirits sweeping in overwhelmingly, and the black and red aura that covered the sky and the sun was shocking.
Hundreds of millions of people died at the hands of the men in black robes before me!
Whoosh!
The man in black robes looked away, and the vision in front of him disappeared.
Murong He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and looked at the former with more and more fear.
"Don't be afraid... I am not a person who kills indiscriminately!" The man in black robe suddenly spoke softly, with a smile of relief in his words: "The progress of a race needs to pay a price! And this price is often life!
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"Fortunately, their sacrifices have not been in vain! At least, our failure rate is getting lower and lower now...Sooner or later, we will be able to achieve 100% success!"
"We use their bones to pave the way to the top for the future of the human race... I think they will be very happy if they know it!"
As soon as these words came out, Murong He's eyes twitched slightly and he secretly cursed a madman!
This guy is a complete lunatic, not only him, but also the entire group behind him... they are all lunatics!
For an illusory human race perfect bloodline plan, he secretly controlled various forces in the heaven, slaughtered a large number of human monks for them, and conducted experiments on their blood and corpses.
The blood in their hands over the years is enough to shock the entire heaven!