611, prehistoric dragon and crocodile, three flowers gather at the top
"Bang——"
There was a loud sound, and the golden light beam above the hall flashed.
Han Muye stepped into the hall, and Wanlingxianjun and others had already taken the lead and stepped forward quickly.
"what happened!"
Wanling Immortal Lord's face was as dark as water as he looked at the chaotic golden light in the middle of the hall.
The golden light pillar that had already risen was now in a mess and seemed to be broken at any time.
The three immortal kings sitting cross-legged had pale faces and trembling figures.
Among them, the most serious one was Miaoyuan Immortal Lord, who had a pool of golden blood in front of him and blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"The Golden Plate Teleportation Formation was interfered with. We were unprepared and the formation was broken."
Immortal Wuchen gritted his teeth and spoke in a low voice.
He looked at Immortal Miaoyuan on the side, took a breath, and whispered: "Brother Miaoyuan, are you okay?"
Immortal Lord Miaoyuan smiled miserably and shook his head, saying softly: "At least thirty thousand years of practice have come to nothing."
Thirty thousand years of hard work was directly destroyed.
Everyone looked at each other and felt a little sad.
"Can this golden plate teleportation still be used?" Wanling Immortal Lord asked in a deep voice.
Everyone was busy checking, with a look of relief on their faces.
"Fortunately, although it was blocked, there was no damage. It's just a little troublesome and needs to be extended for another three days." The Casting Immortal raised his hand to cause the gold plate to circle again, and then said.
Three days?
Han Muye narrowed his eyes.
Three more days will be the final limit of the Blood Dropping Cliff's protective formation.
What if there is any trouble again?
He saw that everyone seemed to have relaxed expressions on their faces, without any worries, so he did not speak.
Immortal Wuchen and the other three were injured, and Immortal Wanling, who had been repaired, presided over the activation of the golden plate.
After leaving the main hall, the three of them went to heal their injuries, while Han Muye left alone.
He looked at several caves and left quietly.
There is a drop of blood on the altar in these caves.
The blood beads come from the bloodline power of the ancient beasts. The altar extracts the energy, blood and cultivation power of the guardian, and then maintains the operation of the formation.
Now these blood beads appear to be exhausted, and their power cannot keep up with the operation of the formation.
Once the blood beads are exhausted, not only will all the maintainers die, but the formation will also collapse.
Han Muye has elixirs, divine crystals, fairy stones, and even a lot of blood power in his hands.
But he didn't dare to take it out.
Because he didn't know what was wrong with these blood beads.
Also, is it really a coincidence that the golden teleportation disk was blocked today?
There must be someone on this bloody cliff who is a traitor.
But Han Muye didn't know who was trustworthy and who was not.
"Father."
When Han Muye returned to his station, Jin Huo, who was wearing a green robe, came quietly.
He looked around, and then whispered: "Father, I found that the Dripping Blood Cliff looks a bit like something in my memory."
Something in memory?
Golden Fire is the inheritance of the Phoenix and can be said to be immortal.
After his nirvana, all his cultivation will be reunited, and many memories will be sealed, which can only be opened after his cultivation has been improved again and again.
"What?" Han Muye looked at Jin Huo.
Jin Huo showed a thoughtful look on his face and whispered: "I seem to have seen something that belongs to the heritage of the ancient world..."
Speaking of this, he shook his head: "I don't remember the specific thing. I just know that this thing is of great benefit to the ancient beasts."
Is it good for ancient beasts?
Han Muye narrowed his eyes.
Regardless of whether it is beneficial or not, at present, what is most needed is to resolve possible crises.
No, it will definitely appear.
He doesn't believe there are any coincidences in the world.
"Follow me to the altar."
After leading Jin Huo to the cave where Murong Zhuo and the others were, Han Muye walked to the altar and then walked up to the altar.
Everyone in this cave was already familiar with him and did not stop him.
"Sword Immortal Yunlan, be careful. The power of this divine beast's bloodline may trigger your own power, which may backfire." Murong Zhuo said aloud.
Han Muye nodded, took a deep breath, and raised his hand to press the drop of blood.
"Buzz——"
The sound vibrated, and a faint warmth came from the blood drops.
The blood drop seemed to be alive, trembling slightly.
Han Muye didn't need to use his sword power to feel memories flashing through him.
inherited!
This is about the inheritance of the mythical beast Baxia!
Han Muye's eyes flashed with light.
Not only is Baxia's inheritance, this blood bead contains the purer power of Baxia's beasts to return to their origins.
Baxia, an ancient mythical beast, whose power inheritance can be traced back to the ancient overlord Dragon Crocodile.
The Prehistoric Dragon Crocodile is a tyrannical beast that competes with the ancient powers and tears the bodies of the powers into pieces.
It is said that there are only a few mythical beasts in the ancient world that can be compared with the ancient dragon and crocodile.
And until the Great Desolation was shattered, no one could subdue the dragon crocodile.
Han Muye could feel the trembling of blood power in his body.
This is the process of gaining a new inheritance and beginning a slow transformation.
On the back of Han Muye's hand, a faint golden scale appeared.
Taking a breath, he carefully inserted his sword intention and soul power into the blood beads in front of him.
He was not sure whether he could get the desired memory image from this blood bead.
"boom--"
The moment the sword intent and soul penetrated, his mind seemed to be filled with torrents, and countless memories surged.
Prehistoric.
Han Muye saw the scene of Honghuang again.
Countless gigantic beasts collide, and each blow can shatter the world.
In addition to the collision of the giant beasts, Han Muye also saw a giant shadow in golden armor.
The ancient war puppets.
These ancient war puppets are no weaker than the ancient beasts.
They participated in the battle between the giant beasts of the ancient world, causing turmoil in the ancient power.
This kind of war completely transcends calamity.
This is a battle more terrifying than the calamity, and may be the origin of the calamity.
A number of divine beasts were surrendered, some were turned into mounts, some were beheaded, and others were suppressed.
On the back of the overlord beast, a golden sky monument pressed down.
He heard the sound of mourning.
On the ground, a giant beast measuring one million feet rushed out.
It has four legs, golden scales, a long tail, and sharp horns on its head.
Prehistoric Dragon Crocodile.
With your feet on the earth and your head in the sky.
The dragon crocodile smashed those war puppets into pieces with one blow, and then knocked away many humans behind the war puppets.
Nothing can stop Dragon Crocodile.
That is the ultimate in physical strength.
The heaven and earth are trembling, and countless immortals and gods have fallen.
The war puppet collapsed.
Pavilions emerged one after another in the void.
Change the sky pavilion!
Han Muye saw powerful human cultivators in Changtian Pavilion, each of them was at least an Immortal Lord, and the aura surged above his head.
The power of rules is entangled and turned into shackles.
The dragon crocodile roared wildly, but was kept pressed down by the shackles.
This is the power of rules triggered by countless immortals taking action at the same time.
This kind of power even exceeds the carrying limit of the ancient times.
The heaven and earth collapsed, and the vast wilderness was shattered.
In the end, the shackles wrapped the entire dragon crocodile, and then turned into three bloody mountain peaks.
Countless kalpas have passed, and these three peaks have been there.
This is a power that transcends calamity and cannot be damaged by calamity at all.
In the dark, Han Muye saw three bloody peaks.
During this calamity, a mountain peak quietly fell into the depths of the broken wilderness.
One is in the God Realm.
There is another one, the Spilling Blood Cliff!
All the blood beads on the altar are not to provide power to the formation, but to appease the suppressed Dragon Crocodile.
Use the power of the blood of various mythical beasts to create an illusion of eternal existence, and then prevent the suppressed dragon crocodile from becoming violent.
No wonder the dragon and crocodile did not appear in various calamities in later generations, nor in many legends.
It turns out that it had been suppressed as early as the beginning of the prehistoric times.
In the prehistoric inheritance, there is only one bloody mountain peak.
That mountain peak needs to be watered with the blood of all the tribes in the wild before it can be appeased.
Otherwise, the bloody mountain peak will vibrate, emitting power that will drive all beasts crazy.
So this mountain peak appeared in Jin Huo's memory.
Looking at this picture, Han Muye didn't know whether he was sad or happy.
The bloodline of all beasts is stored in the blood-colored mountains in the ancient wilderness, allowing many ethnic groups that are about to cut off their inheritance to find their inheritance here.
It is a prehistoric holy land.
The mountain that suppressed the Gods needed to be watered with the blood of the ancient beasts, so every calamity there would be strong men hunting down the beasts from all sides.
That was the calamity of the ancient beasts.
As for the Blood Drop Cliff, countless practitioners are needed to stimulate the power in the blood drops.
I don’t know where this formation was inherited from, nor how long it has been passed down, nor how many people have exhausted their energy and blood here.
The power of the Primordial Dragon Crocodile protected Primordial and harmed Primordial.
The blood drops in front of him shook, and the scene in front of Han Muye changed, and an old man wearing a white robe appeared.
"Sword Immortal Yunlan?"
The old man whispered softly, and then said with a smile: "Please come and see me."
After saying that, the figure dispersed.
Han Muye nodded.
Layyuan Immortal Lord, one of the Immortal Lords who presides over the Dripping Blood Cliff Formation.
If others would betray, the two immortal kings presiding over the formation would definitely not.
Because they will fall instantly when the formation collapses.
Han Muye left the cave and stepped directly onto the highest peak behind the Dripping Blood Cliff.
On the top of the mountain, under a blood-colored dome, there is a golden beam of light.
The light flashes on these light pillars, and you can feel the blending of blood power.
There are also layers of evil spirits intertwining and permeating around this pillar of light.
"Buzz——"
Golden light flashed, and the light beams began to intersect.
A path appeared between the light pillars. Han Muye stepped into it and saw two Taoists in white robes sitting cross-legged in front of them.
One with a thin face is the Immortal Lord Layer Yuan who heard the news just now. The other one is said to be from the Bitter Immortal Realm and is a certain demon king in the Bitter Immortal Realm.
At this time, Han Muye saw this figure and finally saw the bloodline behind him.
Qiongqi.
The ancient ferocious beast, Han Muye had seen this bloodline before.
It's just that the bloodline of the Qiongqi in front of him has been purified, and there is a violent aura surging around his body, as if he wants to choose someone to devour at any time.
When Han Muye stepped into a space that was no more than three feet in radius, the two Taoists opened their eyes at the same time.
Immortal Lord Layer Yuan was okay, with a smile on his face.
The fierce light flashing in Qiongqi's eyes was filled with cruelty that crushed his soul.
But for Han Muye, his soul power is not inferior to these immortal kings.
He condensed into three swords of souls, even surpassing the Immortal Lord in the condensation of souls and souls.
The long sword in the divine treasure vibrated, but in an instant, all the pressure was offset.
"Hey, you have some skills." Qiongqi grinned, and all the pressure on his body dissipated.
Immortal Lord Layer Yuan on the side shook his head and sighed softly: "Fellow Taoist Qiongqi is still open-minded, and he can still joke at this time."
He looked at Han Muye with a solemn expression on his face: "Sword Immortal Yunlan, I think you have also discovered the critical situation of the formation."
"We have been bound to this formation. Once the formation is broken, we will fall directly."
Han Muye nodded.
This is what he has just discovered.
Immortal Lord Layer Yuan looked at Han Muye, and then looked at the top of his head.
On the top of Han Muye's head, there is extremely vigorous luck.
"Sword Immortal Yunlan, maybe the only one who can save everyone is you."
Han Muye raised his head and looked at Xianjun Layyuan and Qiongqi.
The luck above the two of them has become extremely weak.
This kind of luck can still maintain the operation of the large formation, which is already the limit.
Thinking back on it, everyone else on the Blood Drop Cliff seems to have had bad luck as well.
I didn't pay attention to it before, I thought it was because they were severely worn out that they would have bad luck, but looking at it now, I'm afraid that's not the case.
This is a sign from nowhere!
Thinking of this, Han Mu's ambition was shaken.
Zhang Guangyuan and others may have sent themselves here because they knew about this situation.
Only your own luck can reverse all this.
"I wonder what senior wants me to do?" Han Muye said in a low voice.
He is not afraid of plotting, but he does not want to be plotted.
If he is asked to do something extremely difficult, he will refuse.
Even if the Blood Dropping Cliff was breached, he would still be able to break out with Han Qi and the others.
"There is a peerless monster suppressed under the Dripping Blood Cliff. If you, Sword Immortal Yunlan, can subdue this monster, you will be able to free up the power of the great formation." Qiongqi's eyes flashed with strange light and he spoke in a deep voice.
"Yes, in fact, 99% of the power of the formation on the Spilling Blood Cliff is used to suppress the big demon." Immortal Lord Layer Yuan also spoke out.
"We've tried it too, but we can't even get close to the big demon."
"Now I can only place my hope on you, Yunlan Sword Immortal."
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What the two immortal kings mean is that Han Muye is powerful in battle and can definitely kill demons.
"Two seniors, this matter is important, let me consider it." Han Muye did not agree directly, nor did he refuse.
He stepped out of the dome and looked around.
The entire Blood Dropping Cliff and even the surrounding void are filled with blood evil energy.
This blood evil energy was gathered from the death of countless cultivators and gods.
"Perhaps it's time for the Blood Dropping Cliff to collapse..."
With a whisper, he walked quickly back to his station.
If he hadn't discovered the secret of Dripping Blood Cliff, Han Muye might have believed in the two immortal kings who were in charge.
He has all kinds of treasures in his hands, including a large amount of divine crystals and fairy stones, so it is not difficult to sustain the Blood Dropping Cliff Formation for a while.
But neither of the two immortal kings told him the truth, so how could he take out these treasures?
Others are just taking advantage of him.
It is absolutely impossible for the two immortal kings to just sit there and wait for death. They must have something planned.
Even, it means sacrificing him, Han Muye.
Summoning Han Qi and others in front of him, Han Muye directly took out various combat tools and treasures.
These treasures would not allow a small number of them to guard the Blood-Drip Cliff, but they would be able to guard several key positions.
For example, the main hall, such as the dome on top of the Spilled Blood Cliff.
Then, he handed 100 million immortal spirit stones to Jin Huo and asked him to give them to the immortal cultivators stationed in the cave tomorrow.
It's not that he doesn't want to give more, but it's not necessary.
There might be traitors among these immortal cultivators stationed there.
If you really give them too much, it will alert those who want to destroy the Blood Dropping Cliff Formation.
One hundred million fairy spirit stones can probably keep the formation running for three or two days.
In this way, the vast majority of immortal cultivators will continue to support it with all their strength.
At the same time, as long as Han Qi and Xiang Lingshuang guard the main hall and the dome, even if they do not return for a while, they can ensure that the formation on the Blood Drop Cliff will not collapse for a while.
After doing all this, Han Muye climbed onto the dome again, and then, under the guidance of Layyuan and Qiongqi, stepped into a pillar of light.
Seeing his figure disappear in the beam of light, Immortal Lord Layer Yuan showed a smile on his face.
"As long as his bloodline can appease the suppressed Great Demon, we can use the power of the formation to maintain the coagulation pool."
"This is the foundation for our survival."
Hearing his words, Qiongqi's face flashed with disdain, but he still nodded.
"As long as we have enough blood beads, we can exchange for the qualifications to enter the God Realm."
"The promise made by that Immortal Lord will not be false."
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The moment Han Muye stepped onto the golden light pillar, he felt the change in power around him.
Looking up, the world is changing.
Prehistoric.
This is the wilderness.
In other words, this is a created illusion.
The vast land is thousands of miles desolate, and above the clouds and sky, there are floating heavens and earth.
Countless giant beasts shuttle between the layers of heaven and earth.
In front of Han Muye, there was a strong fusion of the power of heaven and earth.
The aura of pale yellow!
Taking a deep breath, he could feel his blood boiling.
This is much better than when I was in the wilderness.
"Roar--"
A giant beast thousands of feet high flew across the sky, lowered its head, and swept towards Han Muye with its long claws.
Before Han Muye could move, a giant black shadow had already swooped down and broke the neck of the thousand-foot-long beast.
A huge black tiger held the three-legged white bird with its long neck in its mouth and rumbled away.
Drops of golden blood fell and hit the ground, stirring up blood-stained dust several feet high.
"call out--"
A scream appeared, and Han Muye moved to avoid the attack of a strange bird that was only one foot in size but had a long beak nearly two feet in length.
The bird chirped loudly and crashed into Han Muye again.
Han Muye raised his hand, and a green long sword appeared in his palm.
With a flash of sword light, the ten-foot-long sword cut the bird's body into two halves.
"Bang——"
The bird's body fell, and a drop of golden blood appeared in front of Han Muye.
He stretched out his hand to hold the blood bead, with a complicated look on his face.
The long-beaked Tianyuan bird is a bird of speed that can turn into thousands of arrows.
Unfortunately, it has become extinct.
It's because of the battle of calamity in ancient times.
Turning around, thousands of feet away, a hundred-foot black panther with dark red flames all over its body slowly stepped out.
Han Muye flew up before the black panther could pounce.
The sword shines like a wheel.
Now that you have entered this place, no matter whether it is a real prehistoric era or a fake prehistoric era, let’s have a fight!
Sword, murder weapon.
The sword light was sharp and cold, and it pierced the black panther's body with just a slight twist.
Although the ancient beasts are strong, they are not invincible.
Some of these powerful beasts are extremely fast but have poor defense, and some are powerful but not fast enough.
Some are huge and slow in movement, some are violent and domineering but don’t know how to hide...
The bloody aura on Han Muye's sword became more and more solemn.
Behind him, a faint bloody shadow appeared.
Hundreds of golden blood beads had gathered on his hands.
After passing countless mountains, a thatched pavilion appeared in front of him.
"Not bad, the swordsmanship has some merits."
In the thatched pavilion, an old man wearing a linen robe looked at Han Muye.
He stretched out his hand and said calmly: "Give me the blood beads of all beasts you collected. This will complete the mission."
Blood beads of all beasts?
mission accomplished?
Han Muye raised his head and looked at the old man.
There was no trace of aura on the old man's body.
Is it because I can't see through it, or...
"Weapon spirit, no, formation spirit." Han Muye looked at the old man with a look of surprise on his face.
The old man didn't seem to expect that Han Muye saw through him. He was stunned for a moment, and then a smile appeared on his face.
"Interesting, it seems you didn't come here by yourself, you were tricked by them."
Looking up at the sky, the old man clasped his hands behind his back and said softly: "Do you know where this place is?"
Han Muye shook his head.
"This is the place where the ancient dragons and crocodiles were suppressed." There was a trace of nostalgia on the old man's face, and there was a hint of sparkle in his eyes.
"Even the greatest demon in the world was suppressed here."
"Anyone who comes here will be killed." The old man turned his head and looked at Han Muye.
He raised his hand, and a golden light descended, hitting Han Muye on the head.
This golden light revealed endless richness, imprisoning Han Muye's body.
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Han Muye stood still and let the golden light hover above his head, turning into a golden lotus.
"It's not bad. I don't panic when things happen."
The old man looked at the golden lotus and chuckled.
"Your cultivation has reached the ultimate level of immortality. Now I will give you the golden lotus on your head. If you don't break through, when will you wait?"
As soon as the voice fell, Han Muye's body's energy and blood surged uncontrollably. They all gathered together and blended with the golden lotus above his head.
"boom--"
His soul seemed to be out of his body, watching the golden light on his body interweave and then merge into streaks of divine light.
The strength of the physical body blends with the soul, and the power of the fairy spirit breaks through the last barrier and turns into a magnificent pillar of light.
Layers of golden divinity gathered together, merged with the spirit of the fairy, and flowed through the body like a river.
Golden divine light enveloped the body.
Finally broke through the realm of cultivation and transformed into a golden immortal who has the same lifespan as heaven and earth and can survive calamities!
Golden fairyland!
But instead of using the spirit of the immortal spirit to become a golden immortal, he turned into a god with the help of the light of a golden lotus.
Fusion of divinity, Han Mu's ambition suddenly became clear.
The golden immortal above the heavenly immortal should have divinity in him.
But ninety-nine percent of the golden immortals in the immortal world have not refined their divinity, nor have they gathered the divine lotus on their bodies.
That golden lotus crown is the gathering of divinity.
Entering the Golden Immortal Realm, Han Muye's spiritual and physical strength increased rapidly.
His fairy spirit surged, intertwined with divinity, and turned into a purple color.
"Today's practice method no longer gathers the golden lotus on the top, and does not instill three flowers and five yuan..."
"That kind of practice will not lead to immortality."
The old man looked at Han Muye and whispered softly.
Can't live forever.
It’s not that you can’t survive for a long time, it’s that you can’t survive the calamity!
Han Muye could feel that his red and purple luck was covered by the golden lotus, making it difficult for outsiders to detect it.
He remembered a legend.
In other words, I saw it in the memory of a certain treasure that traveled through countless tribulations.
The ancient great power survived the calamity at the cost of the three flowers on his head being shattered.
The three flowers can reunite again, as long as they are alive.
These three flowers are the way to overcome the tribulation!
In other words, great monks in ancient times used this method to survive numerous calamities.
These methods are to dissipate all the cultivation in the previous calamity and turn the luck into nothingness at the cost of reentering the reincarnation and experiencing the calamity again.
This is an ancient practice!
With this golden lotus on your head, you can survive the calamity safely.
"Thank you, senior."
Han Muye bowed to the old man.
This is an extremely valuable inheritance.
The old man waved his hand and chuckled: "Do you know why I taught you the practice of Golden Lotus Gathering on the Top?"
He looked at Han Muye and said in a low voice: "You have the aura of an old friend."