It is said to be blood essence, but in fact, after thousands of years of mutation, including the resentment left when the divine beast died, it has turned into a drop of evil blood.
Xu Zimo walked through the air, stared intently, and reached the top of the Jingyue Altar.
He put the evil blood into the gray space on the top floor, and then he saw the altar begin to shake.
The entire altar seemed to be awakened, and the patterns engraved on the other layers seemed to come to life, and a holy light shone from the altar.
This light seems to purify everything in the world, making it feel very sacred and holy.
When this light enveloped the evil blood, thick black gas emerged from the entire surface of the evil blood.
The ferocious faces of the divine beasts before they died appeared on it, and these faces wanted to break through the envelope of light with their evil blood.
A harsh scream sounded, and the light and the black mist were in a stalemate. As time passed, the light emanating from the altar gradually faded.
Xu Zimo quickly took out the spiritual crystals from the ring and threw them into the gray mist.
When these spiritual crystals were absorbed by the altar, the originally weak light gradually became stronger, suppressing the evil blood.
Xu Zimo's spiritual crystals seemed to be thrown in for free. He didn't know how many he threw, but as the holy light became stronger and stronger, more and more black gas emerged from the evil blood.
Finally, with a roar, which seemed to be mixed with words such as "Zhenwu kid", the drop of evil blood was split into two halves.
Then the light faded, and the Jingyue Shrine returned to calm once again.
The two separated drops of blood were floating in the air, and the blood drop on the left looked very pure, with the aura of ancient mythical beasts permeating it.
The other drop of blood, although it was also blood red, looked very strange, as if it contained all the evil in the world.
Xu Zimo put two drops of blood into the Nebula bottle. He knew that the Jingyue Shrine had dispersed the evil blood.
The blood on the left is the purest blood essence of the mythical beast, while the drop of blood on the right is the result of thousands of years of mutation and all the unwillingness and resentment of the mythical beast before its death.
The altar was very large, and then Xu Zimo took Ren Pingsheng and hid in the innermost part of the altar.
Ren Pingsheng and I each took a True Essence Shutting Pill. This pill was given to Xu Zimo by Xu Qingshan a long time ago because he was worried about his safety.
With this True Essence Breath-Sealing Pill, not even the powerful Saint Vein's senses could detect the two of them.
Although Ren Pingsheng didn't know Xu Zimo's purpose of doing this, he knew that Xu Zimo would definitely tell him what he wanted to say.
The two of them hid here for three whole days. On the morning of the fourth day, Ren Pingsheng was awakened from his cultivation state by a very noisy sound.
He slightly poked his head out and looked outside the altar, only to see a dense crowd pouring in from a distance.
Ren Pingsheng took a preliminary look and found that there were at least nearly ten thousand people in this group, all wearing uniform clothes. They all had the characteristics of monsters and beasts on their bodies. At first glance, they were disciples of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect.
The leader of this group of disciples was a man wearing a black robe. This man looked very strong. Ren Pingsheng felt that the other man's arms were thicker than his own thighs.
There were several tiger whiskers on the man's face, and the word "王" was vaguely engraved on his forehead. When he walked towards him, he felt a majestic and depressing feeling, as if a ferocious beast had come into the world.
Behind this man were four old men in black robes. The broad black robes shrouded the old men's entire bodies, leaving only their old faces exposed.
These four old men, including the man directly in front, were all full of momentum, and the whole world was trembling under the momentum of these people.
Obviously, these are five powerful men in the Holy Pulse Realm. It can be said that most of the top leaders of the Ten Thousand Beast Sect are here.
"Did you see that man in black robe?" Xu Zimo said in a low voice to Ren Pingsheng, "That's the current leader of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, Li Yunhu."
When nearly 10,000 disciples arrived together, the momentum was huge, and everyone raised their heads to solemnly look at the towering Jingyue Altar.
Then I saw them setting up the incense table, as if they were worshiping something. As the purple incense on the incense table slowly rose, nearly ten thousand people all knelt down and kowtowed three times in the direction of the Jingyue Shrine.
At this time, Xu Zimo and Ren Pingsheng were hiding in the altar, watching as nearly ten thousand people knelt down and worshiped them, including various saint-lineage experts and countless imperial-lineage experts.
Ren Pingsheng clicked his tongue twice and said, "I can't bear the kneeling of so many people.
But to be honest, this feeling is quite refreshing.”
After everyone knelt down and worshiped, they saw a black-robed elder of the Holy Pulse Realm standing next to him, guarding them.
Under the leadership of the sect leader Li Yunhu, everyone else entered the vast blood pool next to them.
I saw the elder of the Holy Pulse Realm standing next to him wave his hand, and the space between heaven and earth almost collapsed.
The sound of water flow sounded, and a long river rushed from the horizon. A light white mist surrounded the river.
The dense aura filled it, and the long river surged endlessly. Under the control of the elders of the Holy Pulse Realm, they all poured into the Jingyue Altar.
Ren Pingsheng took a closer look and found that the water rushing in the river was not water, but drops of precious spiritual fluid.
Normally even a small bottle of spiritual liquid is very important to a casual cultivator like him, but now these people actually randomly took out a river of spiritual liquid.
Sure enough, these big sects really don’t regard money as money.
Ren Pingsheng secretly swore, "Made, I will also set a small goal in the future, for example, first make him 100 million...tons of spiritual liquid."
As all the spiritual liquid poured into the Jingyue Shrine, the entire huge shrine emitted light that reached into the sky. This momentum was much stronger than Xu Zimo's before.
At the same time, Li Yunhu led the other elders and disciples into the blood pool.
I saw them tearing off all the skin and flesh on their bodies with their bare hands. This kind of pain is unimaginable to ordinary people. If some people cannot hold on, they will even die from the pain.
After all flesh and blood was stripped away, the blood in everyone's bodies was actually black, with a very evil black aura rising from it.
They want to clean out every drop of black blood remaining in their blood vessels.
At this time, everyone in the blood pool looked very ferocious. They had no skins and white bones exposed.
When all the black blood was cleansed, a holy white light shone from the Jingyue Altar.
This white light enveloped the thousands of miles of blood pool, and the blood in the blood sea began to roll.
They controlled the remaining black blood to float in the air, and the black blood was slowly purified under the white light.
