The old man raised his hand, and in his palm was a blend of black and white auras.
Immortal Lord Styx!
This method is clearly the cultivation inheritance of Immortal Lord Styx.
"Converting yin and yang, measuring the ups and downs of calamity, we are of the same line." The old man dispersed the breath from his fingertips and waved his hand: "Don't say it."
It involves calamities that cannot be said or imagined.
The stronger the person, the more taboo it is.
"My lineage is based on the Blood Fiend Capital Heavenly Formation. It integrates itself into the great formation and is immortal."
"You can call me Blood River."
River of blood.
River Styx.
Han Muye once saw a breath named Blood River Ancestor.
Han Muye breathed a sigh of relief, cupped his hands and said, "Han Muye has seen the Blood River Immortal Lord."
Blood River Immortal Lord laughed and said, "Tell me why you are here."
Han Muye has the power inheritance of the Immortal Lord of the Styx in his body, and he has also collected the power of life and death that made him the Immortal Lord.
To the Blood River Immortal, Han Muye is the descendant of the Styx Immortal.
The world of spiritual practice only recognizes inheritance.
So he directly gave the inheritance of Golden Lotus Gathering.
Han Muye nodded and told how he came to Dripping Blood Cliff, where he encountered the golden plate being blocked, and how the formation was exhausted.
Hearing that the golden plate transmission was blocked, the Blood River Immortal Lord narrowed his eyes.
He even snorted coldly when he heard that the power of the formation was exhausted.
"It's just a rat."
"Qiongqi and Lianyuan used the power of the formation to gather the blood beads in private, but they didn't take them out in such a difficult and dangerous time. They are really greedy."
Blood River Immortal Master told Han Muye that Layuan and Qiongqi, who were stationed at Dripping Blood Cliff, intercepted the power of the formation and built a blood coagulation pool to condense many blood beads with the power of blood.
This kind of bloodline beads are very popular in the God Realm.
Because the God Realm needs blood beads to appease another mountain that suppresses dragon crocodiles.
"If you can break the blood coagulation pool and take away all the blood beads, then their plan will be shattered and you may be able to resist them with all your strength." Blood River Immortal Lord said in a low voice.
The two Immortal Lords presiding over the formation went all out to allow the formation to sustain for a while longer.
Han Muye nodded and looked at the Blood River Immortal: "Senior, do you know how to find the blood coagulation pool and how to break it?"
If the blood coagulation pool was so easy to find, the Blood River Immortal could break it himself.
There must be something special about this place.
"The Blood Coagulation Pool is the place where the true form of the ancient great demon is suppressed. The aura of the great demon emanates from there, and even my Blood Fiend Capital Heavenly Formation cannot suppress it."
"If you want to go there, you need to be careful. If you make a wrong move, your body will be corroded by the power of the great demon."
"Don't tell me that you are a golden immortal. Even the Immortal Lord cannot bear it."
The Blood River Immortal sighed and spoke.
With the crisis at Dripping Blood Cliff ahead, Han Muye did not stop. Under the guidance of the Blood River Immortal, he stepped into a dark place.
"Go down this step, and the true form of the great demon is at the deepest point." The voice of the Blood River Immortal came from a golden ball of light held in Han Muye's palm.
In order to help Han Muye find the blood coagulation pool, the Blood River Immortal Lord gave him a fragment of his soul.
The secret passage was deep and contained endless repressive power, making Han Muye's body seem to be carrying the world on his back as he moved forward.
This is actually the same as the power of the Styx to shut down the world.
It is indeed the inheritance method of their lineage.
After traveling thousands of miles, the gravity on Han Muye's body has reached an unimaginable level.
If he just carried the power of heaven and earth, the world in front of him also began to change.
There is no blood evil aura, but there is endless violence.
It was a kind of madness that made people lose their mind.
"Steady your mind, this is the trace of the original power emitted by the ancient demon's true body. If you can't hold it, let alone go to the blood coagulation pool."
In front of him, the voice of the Blood River Immortal Lord came from the golden ball of light.
Han Muye took a deep breath, the golden souls intertwined in his mind, and the golden lotus appeared above his head, and he strode forward.
Stepping into the Golden Immortal Realm, all his powers increased countless times.
If he were still in the realm of transformation, he might not be able to move forward.
After traveling thousands of miles, the power in the ball of light in front of him began to dim.
Looking up, there is a black mountain in front of me.
Not a mountain.
Han Muye saw it in the memory of Baxia Xue Zhu.
This is the long tail of the dragon crocodile.
"Be careful, the coagulation pool is right ahead, you have to cover your breath..." The voice in the light ball was too small to be heard.
Han Muye discovered that after arriving here, the split soul of Blood River Immortal Lord had been suppressed to the point where it could no longer emit any power.
The violent force around him seemed to penetrate his body.
"Senior, how far is it? I can't seem to hold on any longer." Han Muye whispered softly.
The light ball in front of him vibrated, and a faint light came from it.
A halo of light shone in front of Han Muye, seeming to block a ray of violence.
Han Muye continued to move forward. After a stick of incense, the bright light in front of him turned into nothingness, and the violent energy filled his body again.
At this time, he saw a blood-colored stone pool in front of him. In the pool, there were golden blood beads.
Coagulation pool.
Han Muye staggered a little as he walked towards the blood pool.
After only a few steps, he suddenly paused.
"Go quickly——"
There was urgency in Blood River Immortal Lord's voice.
But Han Muye didn't listen to him.
He slowly turned around and headed towards the mountains of Mianyang.
"You, come back!" The ball of light transformed by the Blood River Immortal Lord exploded, and the shadow of the Blood River Immortal Lord emerged.
This phantom shook, and the violent power all around it stirred up a gray-black halo, and cracks intertwined with it.
However, Han Muye did not look back at all.
The phantom of the Blood River Immortal Lord raised his hand, and a faint golden light enveloped Han Muye's figure.
That was the power emanating from the golden lotus on Han Muye's head.
This Golden Lotus inheritance, which contains the arrangement of the Blood River Immortal Lord, is used to suppress Han Muye's soul power at this time.
When he gave Han Muye Golden Lotus, he was not entirely kind-hearted.
"Buzz——"
The golden lotus vibrated, and then the petals bloomed one by one, with golden light interlacing on them.
In just an instant, a sharp energy flashed across Han Muye's body, shattering the golden light shield into pieces.
Then, Han Muye continued to move forward.
"Hey, another one is lost, what a pity." Blood River Immortal Lord shook his head and looked at the coagulation pool not far away.
"I hate this golden lotus, this is a rare treasure..." The phantom could no longer hold on and slowly dispersed.
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He looked towards where the Blood River Immortal Lord had disappeared, with a smile on his face.
There are many ways to control the soul in the world, but there are not many that can not be broken by his soul sword.
The moment the golden lotus tried to control his soul, it was suppressed by his soul sword and eradicated the alien power within it.
I got the golden lotus inheritance of the Blood River Immortal and this golden lotus for nothing.
He walked to the blood pool, raised his hand, and a dark red stream of light enveloped all the blood beads in the blood pool and collected them.
This pool is not big, but there are quite a few bloodline beads stored in it, a total of one hundred thousand.
This pool of coagulated blood must have been condensed here for countless years before we could have this pool of blood beads.
Holding a bloodline bead in his hand, Han Muye's eyes shone brightly.
The bloodline bead contains the power of bloodline, which is similar to the nine-color elixir refined in the Huayuan Cauldron he saw in the Bitter Immortal Realm.
It's just that the Bloodline Bead is purer and not as powerful as the power contained in the Nine Color Pill.
The bloodline power contained in one bloodline bead is approximately equivalent to the power of a hundred divine crystals.
It's just that the power of blood beads is different from that of divine crystals. It contains the power of qi and blood that is unique to the ancient world, and requires the blood of the ancient world to refine it.
When exchanged in the God Realm, the value seems to be much higher.
A windfall.
After collecting the bloodline beads, Han Muye looked at the mountains ahead.
Blood River Immortal Lord has no idea that he has the blood of Ba Xia.
When he stepped into this place, if he hadn't suppressed it himself, Ba Xia's blood would have become restless.
At this time, he just let go slightly, and Ba Xia's shadow surged behind him.
Around him, those violent auras filled his body. Not only did Han Muye's spirit not get lost, but his whole body became transparent.
It seems that this is the real place where he lives.
Taking one step forward, he was already thousands of feet away.
Not only because the suppression of violent power is reduced, but also because he has such strength himself.
The previous difficulties were all for the Blood River Immortal Lord to see.
With Han Muye's physical strength, how could it be so difficult?
After a moment, his figure landed in front of the huge black mountain.
In front of you, there are mountains that look like scales, showing hardness and coldness.
Stretching out his hand and pressing it on the mountain, Han Muye shuddered and froze.
He thought that this would wake up the sleeping demon, or at least make the demon feel something.
The body of the ancient dragon crocodile and the remaining soul in it can communicate with each other.
But now that his palms are touching, it is clear that the body in front of him has no soul left at all.
Taking a deep breath, a burst of sword intent was poured into him.
"boom--"
Han Muye's face turned pale, and blood dripped from his eyes.
There were also pale golden blood dripping from his nostrils.
But he didn't let go.
There were endless pictures swirling in his mind.
This is a great demon who has lived since the dawn of time, and his memory is endless.
Traveling leisurely in the vastness of heaven and earth.
Dragon Crocodile's memories are basically all about leisure.
That is a true strong man, and no external power is seen in his eyes.
Even if he competes with several prehistoric overlords, it is just a casual attack and a discussion.
Liangjie, the kind of power that shattered the world, could not harm an overlord like Dragon Crocodile in the wild.
As the tribulations passed one by one, the powerful overlords no longer knew how strong they were.
Later, a prehistoric overlord left.
Leave the wilderness.
Later, foreign enemies came.
Later, during the ancient struggle for hegemony, several overlords each had different ideas and began to fight each other.
after that--
The ancient world is shattered!
The ancient world was shattered, disasters came, and countless mythical beasts fell.
Some powerful beasts left, some left their inheritance behind, and some were captured by humans.
The ancient wilderness, the leisurely and vast ancient wilderness, was just scattered in all directions.
Dragon Crocodile's leisurely life was also broken.
It lost.
It's not that he's not strong enough, it's that his opponent's methods are too weird.
His body was divided into three parts and suppressed in three places.
Han Muye trembled all over and lowered his head.
He saw an old man with white hair and slowly left with a smile on his face.
"Haha, little guy, isn't this a nice gift?"
The old man chuckled and then drifted away.
Tongtian Immortal Lord!
The Tongtian Immortal Lord is transformed from the soul of the dragon and crocodile body under this drop of blood cliff!
He left the arrangements early, just for himself!
Ba Xia's bloodline was originally inherited from Dragon Crocodile.
The original teaching that traveled through five million years was arranged by Tongtian Immortal Lord long ago.
So, what about the layout of this place?
Looking up at the mountains, Han Muye swallowed.
He finally realized how Huang Laoliu felt back then.
It's very complicated...
Behind him, Ba Xia's shadow turned into ten thousand feet, then into hundreds of thousands feet, then into millions of feet.
Ba Xia's phantom crashed down, hit the black mountains, and then turned into nothingness.
Refining this dragon and crocodile body into your own body!
Things that I didn't dare to think about were actually happening right in front of me.
Tongtian Immortal Lord had arranged this place long ago, just waiting for him to come.
With the body of Dragon Crocodile, even the Immortal Lord can be crushed.
With this body, you can go to the God Realm, and it doesn't matter if you go directly to the Immortal Lord Tongtian.
When the shadow of Ba Xia merged with the long tail of dragon and crocodile, the world in front of Han Muye completely changed.
A series of bloody threads imprisoned the surrounding space.
The space beyond the silk thread is the Blood Dropping Cliff.
There are two Immortal Lords sitting cross-legged on the top of the Dripping Blood Cliff. In the main hall, there are three Immortal Lords who move the golden plate, as well as the immortal cultivators who offer blood beads in the cave.
Even the Blood River Immortal Lord is clearly visible.
On the top of the Spilling Blood Cliff, a voice rang out from the light pillar under the dome.
"Qiongqi, the formation can only last for one day. When will the Immortal Lord arrive?" Immortal Lord Layer Yuan looked at Qiongqi aside and spoke in a deep voice.
"Don't panic, even if that Immortal Lord doesn't care about us, his disciples also care about the blood beads accumulated in the blood coagulation pool."
"At least three hundred blood coagulation beads. They are treasures worth tens of thousands of divine crystals. I don't believe those gods are not interested."
"It's not like everyone in the divine world needs to transform into spiritual practice. Where we go, we will be the Immortal Lord after all."
Qiongqi's face lacked the ferocity that Han Muye had seen before, but instead had a trace of longing.
The wealth exchanged for three hundred bloodline beads is enough for them to live a good life in the God Realm.
As for the mess in Rainfall Fairy World, what does that have to do with them?
Han Muye's eyes turned to the side and landed in the main hall. The three immortal kings in the main hall used all their strength to move the golden plate.
On the golden plate, a golden light projected towards the void.
Following the golden light, Han Muye narrowed his eyes.
This golden plate actually connects three places!
One is the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, one is the God Realm, and the other is the divine army camp behind the Blood-Drip Cliff.
No wonder it took so much longer to activate the golden plate than previously expected.
It turns out that it connects three places at once.
Someone tampered with the transmission of the golden plate!
Han Muye glanced at the three immortal monarchs in seclusion and found nothing unusual.
wrong!
If he hadn't always been suspicious of Immortal Miaoyuan, he almost missed it.
The location where Immortal Miaoyuan is located is clearly a withered skeleton!
The aura emanating from a withered skeleton covers the figure.
Looking at it carefully, Han Muye's face was as dark as water.
That withered bone is Immortal Miaoyuan.
The real Miaoyuan Immortal Lord.
Where is the fake Immortal Miaoyuan?
Han Muye's eyes searched various caves.
Although he only met Miaoyuan Immortal Lord twice, he remembered the rotten aura on his body.
Sure enough, he found the figure of Immortal Miaoyuan in a cave.
At this time, Immortal Miaoyuan had changed his appearance and turned into a sixty-year-old Taoist.
He was surrounded by nearly a hundred immortal cultivators.
"Tomorrow, as soon as the formation is broken, we will collect all the blood beads and take them away."
"There are said to be ten thousand bloodline beads on Dripping Blood Cliff, but in fact there are less than a hundred left. The rest are because the bloodline power has been exhausted and are of no use."
"Remember, we will try our best to snatch the blood beads. Once the army arrives, we can go to the God Realm to practice."
Immortal Lord Miaoyuan explained everything and everyone dispersed.
These people went to various caves and hid quietly.
Looking at these hidden immortal cultivators, Han Mu's ambition was aroused.
"Golden fire."
He whispered, and Jin Huo, who was sitting cross-legged in the quiet room, was shaken and stood up.
"Father."
Jin Huo raised his head respectfully.
A golden light curtain emerged, and Han Muye's figure appeared in it.
"Distribute these fairy stones to various caves." Han Muye's voice came from the light curtain.
A storage bag was handed out from the light curtain.
Jin Huo was already accustomed to Han Muye's magical methods.
Taking the storage bag, Jin Huo raised his eyebrows.
There are actually tens of billions of immortal spirit stones in this storage bag.
So many immortal spirit stones are enough for all the immortal cultivators on the Blood Spilling Cliff to restore their cultivation to full strength.
"Also, these are blood beads, which can replace the exhausted blood drops on the altar."
Another small bag was handed out, containing a thousand blood beads.
This has completely surpassed the number of blood beads when the Blood Dropping Cliff Formation was in its heyday.
The large array of blood-activating beads on Dripping Blood Cliff never exceeded 300 at a time.
A happy look appeared on Jin Huo's face.
With these bloodline beads and the fairy spirit stones, the Dripping Blood Cliff is impregnable.
"I'll go right away." He said in a deep voice.
"Wait a minute." Han Muye waved his hand, his eyes shining brightly.
On the light screen in front of Jin Huo, scenes in the caves flashed out.
The faces of many of them are revealed.
"These people need to be eliminated all."
Cut it off!
Jin Huo was stunned for a moment, his eyes showing murderous intent.
Since the adoptive father said that he wanted to be killed, there must be something wrong with these people.
"Don't alarm those immortal kings about this matter."
After Han Muye's explanation, the figures slowly dispersed.
Jin Huo nodded, moved, and stepped out of the station.
Han Muye looked at Jin Huo going into the cave and turned his eyes to another place.
Blood River Immortal Lord.
At this time, the Blood River Immortal Lord no longer looked like the Immortal Wind Daoist before.
His body was covered in blood, and his body was covered with writhing blood snakes.
This power is indeed the same as the power of the Styx, but it is full of blood evil.
In the Blood Dropping Cliff, and even in the space outside it, all the blood evil energy comes from this formation.
"Failed again..." Blood River Immortal Lord gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice.
"Why do I want to guard this dead place?"
"That dragon-crocodile body is obviously useless, but you still won't let me leave!"
"Zhangtian Pavilion, I am also an elder, Tongtian, you are plotting against me..."
…
Roaring and ferocious, the Blood River Immortal Lord exuded endless evil energy.
This evil aura spread around the Blood Dropping Cliff, and the power within it continued to surge, wrapping up the gods who were besieging the Blood Dropping Cliff.
An immortal king from the divine race frowned and raised his hand to tear the blood into pieces.
However, many low-level gods were lost in it, and their energy and blood were quietly drained.
A quarter of an hour later, the Blood River Immortal Lord had gathered a lot of blood energy, poured it into himself, and turned it into the power of blood evil.
"What a shame, if I could condense these unusable powers into blood beads, I don't know how many resources I would have!"
The power was so strong that it dispersed.
Han Muye looked at the roaring Blood River Immortal and suddenly felt a little funny.
It turns out that the formation to suppress the dragon crocodile is not something that the Blood River Immortal can control at all.
This formation clearly operates on its own.
Blood River Immortal Lord also wanted to intercept the bloodline beads, but he couldn't.
No wonder he wanted to help him smash the coagulation pool.
Perhaps, by smashing the blood coagulation pool, he would be able to intercept the blood beads.
Every time there is an Immortal Lord in charge of the Blood River, Han Muye sets his sights behind the Dripping Blood Cliff.
Over there are the stretching army of gods and the Taoist rebels from the Rain-covering Immortal Realm.
Together, it exceeds tens of millions.
The divine light and immortal energy are intertwined, revealing a magnificent power.
Such a force almost broke the Rain-covering Immortal Realm.
The phantom of Ba Xia behind him merged with the dragon crocodile's body. With the help of the powerful dragon crocodile's power, Han Muye could see through the entire situation inside and outside the Blood-Drip Cliff.
All parties are scheming.
All parties are making final preparations.
Turning back and looking at the gradually fading mountains, Han Muye had a smile on his face.
In the end, it was Tongtian Immortal Lord's plan, even the body of an ancient beast dared to make plans.
At this time, he could already feel the endless surge of power.
This is a power so powerful that it is not even afraid of calamities.
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Even if he only controls one billionth of the power of this dragon and crocodile body, Han Muye already feels that he can look down on the Immortal Lord.
"No rush, I want to see how many people will get on the stage..."
Closing his eyes slightly, Han Muye's head gathered various haloes of light, then wrapped in a golden lotus.
Next to the golden lotus, another illusory golden lotus appeared.
As long as he refines the dragon crocodile body, Han Muye will have the strongest body in the world.
That is the overlord who can conquer all the world!
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Time passed quietly, and two days later, the atmosphere on the Spilled Blood Cliff became extremely solemn.
On the top of the cliff, light flashed around the two immortal kings Layuan and Qiongqi.
"Okay, it's done. As long as the golden plate transmission is activated, they will be able to arrive."
Qiongqi pinched a ball of flowing light and smiled softly.
Immortal Lord Layer Yuan nodded, with a hint of expectation and complexity on his face.
In the main hall, a golden light array has been formed.
The six immortal kings gathered together.
"Sword Immortal Yunlan seems to have gone into seclusion, it's a pity." Immortal Wuchen shook his head, looked at the light array in front of him, and spoke regretfully.
"Yes, he led the army to surround and kill the invading enemies of the God Realm. He was the one who made the greatest contribution in all of this. However, he was not present at this time and could not witness such scenes." Wanling Immortal Lord also whispered.
Everyone else laughed lightly.
These days, Blood Dropping Cliff has been constantly besieged, and the strength of the formation has reached a desperate situation.
Sword Immortal Yunlan sent the gold plate, but there were many twists and turns when it was activated.
Fortunately, everything went smoothly in the end and the teleportation array was completed.
"Buzz——"
There was a tremor in the light array.
Streams of bright fairy light rushed out from the light array.
Everyone's eyes lit up and their faces became even more smiley.
But at this moment, the light array suddenly began to shake.
The originally magnificent formation of light pillars turned into three.
Rich divine light poured out from the light array.
"Spirit world!"
"Yunlan Daozong!"
In the light array, a group of powerful gods wearing golden armor rushed towards them.
On the other side, there are gods and immortal cultivators, including several strong men from the Yunlan Dao Sect.
The leader of Yunlan Dao Sect!
Immortal Wuchen standing outside the formation whispered with a pale face: "How could it be, like this..."
"Wuchen, why don't you lead our Taoist army?" Yunlan Taoist Sect leader shouted in a low voice.
"The army of Juyue Sect from the God Realm is here, why don't you kneel down to welcome it?" Some people in the army of God Clan shouted.
The faces of the immortal monarchs standing in front of the formation were pale, and they were at a loss for a moment.
"We can't let them come!" Wanling Immortal Lord gritted his teeth, raised his hand and drew his sword, trying to chop it off.
As long as the final connection is not successful, there is still a chance to destroy the transmission.
The two Immortal Lords of the Blood War Sect also had murderous intent in their eyes.
"It's too late..." Wuchen Immortal Lord shook his head and looked at everyone: "The formation cannot support the next transmission."
These words were like a bucket of cold water being poured over my head.
If this transmission is damaged, it will take at least ten days to reopen it.
The great formation on the Spilling Blood Cliff cannot even be sustained tomorrow. How can it be sustained until ten days later?
"Fellow Taoist Layyuan and Qiongqi, how long can the formation last?" Wanling Immortal Lord gritted his teeth and raised his head and shouted.
"Haha, why do we need support? We finally invited the Moon Gathering Sect's army from the God Realm, how can we not let them come?" Qiongqi's voice sounded.
In the main hall, everyone's expressions darkened.
"Ahem, actually, as long as we invite the sect master and the others to come, the crisis can be solved." In the hall, the voice of Immortal Miaoyuan came.
But his voice at this time was not his.
His face also slowly changed.
"Chengyang Immortal Lord? You, haven't you fallen?" Zhuliang Immortal Lord opened his eyes wide and shouted in a low voice.