"As a warrior, naturally you cannot be afraid of difficulties."
Lin Mu looked at everyone with a smile, "Since you are so enthusiastic, I will give it a try."
"good."
"Have courage."
More and more people were booing. They cheered, but looked at Lin Mu as if they were looking at a fool.
The amusement in Guo Ao's eyes became even stronger.
This Lin Mu, who was only a third-level martial artist, actually dared to enter the blood pool. Maybe he would be swollen to death by the energy of the blood pool without him taking action.
Lin Mu naturally doesn't care about other people's eyes.
His footsteps began to walk towards the blood pool.
Sharp and compelling.
The smell of blood floated in the air, giving people the feeling of being wreaked by countless metal particles.
"Could this blood contain golden energy?"
Lin Mu vaguely understood why Li Cheng said that entering this pool of blood would cause the pain of being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.
"Hmph, the strange fire burns the body, the thunder pool tempers the true energy, and the martial saint relics merge into the blood. I have experienced all kinds of inhuman pain. How can I be afraid of the torture of your blood pool?"
There was no fear in his heart.
If you experience too much pain, you will hone your immortal will.
Now Lin Mu's will can no longer be shaken by any pain.
The closer you get to the blood pool, the stronger the smell of blood becomes.
This blood pool has a radius of one hundred feet. It is hard to imagine how many lives must have died to produce so much blood.
Soon, Lin Mu stepped into the blood pool under the gazes of everyone around him.
Gurgling!
As soon as he entered the blood pool, the blood around him began to boil.
At the same time, Lin Mu felt as if there were countless needle points drilling into his pores, and his body surface felt like it was being cut by countless blades.
Feeling a little uncomfortable at first, Lin Mu groaned, then gritted his teeth and endured it.
"Guess how long this Lin Mu can last?"
"I guess about three minutes."
"Three minutes? You're overestimating him. I think it's at most two minutes."
Seeing Lin Muzhen enter the blood pool, people became more interested in watching the excitement and started discussing with great interest.
Opposite Lin Mu, Qinglongmen's senior brother Guo Xun opened his eyes and glanced at Lin Mu coldly, as if to ridicule Lin Mu for overestimating his abilities.
A master of the Xuanbing Sect who was soaking in the blood pool also shook his head and then stopped paying attention.
This master of the Xuan Bing Sect, named Bai Qiong, is a seventh-level great martial artist. He is the second strongest person in the Xuan Bing Sect team this time.
Lin Mu, a person who could barely gain a foothold in Qingxu Cave with the help of his soul ring, was not worthy of his attention.
"What a strong energy."
After a little adapting to the impact of the blood pool, Lin Mu was pleasantly surprised.
What he lacks most now is enough energy to practice.
This blood pool can be said to have solved his urgent need.
"My cultivation is too weak."
"With my current fifth-level martial arts cultivation, I can at most compete with Ye Luoxing. Compared with the previous masters, there is a small gap, and I must improve."
Bei Ming Jue.
Without any hesitation, Lin Mu activated the Beiming Jue and secretly devoured the energy in the blood pool.
Time passes quickly.
one minute, two minutes
At first people didn't care, but after three minutes passed, many people's faces turned ugly.
"It's been three minutes, and you can still hold on?"
"Willpower is pretty good."
The lively discussion lasted for a minute or two, but gradually the sound became lower and lower.
Three minutes, four minutes, five minutes
Many people began to look at each other in confusion. Is it possible for a martial artist to persist in this blood pool for five minutes?
However, people soon discovered that this was still only the beginning.
In the blink of an eye, ten minutes passed.
"This Lin Mu must have a big secret."
"It's probably some kind of treasure. Otherwise, how could a martial artist persist in the blood pool for such a long time."
The eyes of more and more people around are projecting scorching light.
"Impossible, impossible."
Guo Ao stared at Lin Mu, roaring unbearably in his heart, "I don't believe there is any treasure that can absorb all the stimulation of this mysterious blood. He must be holding on, and he will collapse soon."
Even if Lin Mu could survive with the help of treasures, he could not tolerate Lin Mu getting ahead of him.
However, God did not hear his call.
Before I knew it, it was thirteen minutes.
This is Guo Ao's limit.
But Lin Mu was still in the blood pool.
"I've passed Guo Ao."
Many people couldn't help but look at Guo Ao.
In the beginning, it was Guo Ao who was the first to tell Lin Mu to enter the blood pool.
Everyone could tell that Guo Ao had a teasing mentality at that time.
But now, Lin Mu could persist in the blood pool longer than Guo Ao.
"He actually passed me."
Guo Ao's eyes were cold, "Even if I don't believe it now, I have to admit that he really has an amazing treasure on his body, and it is most likely a top-grade spiritual weapon."
At this time, there were fewer and fewer people in the blood pool.
During the thirteen minutes that Lin Mu soaked in the blood pool, many people left.
Now, there are only six people left in the blood pool.
Guo Xun from the Qinglong Sect, Bai Qiong from the Xuanbing Sect, two people from the Taixuan Sect, one person from the Tie Jian Dao and Lin Mu.
Among them, the one who persisted the longest was a young man in red robe from Taixuanzong, who had been soaking in the blood pool for an hour.
Next is Bai Qiong with fifty minutes, Guo Xun with forty-five minutes, Tie Jian Dao with thirty-nine minutes, and another disciple of Tai Xuan Zong with thirty-one minutes.
The last one is Lin Mu, thirteen minutes.
Of course, in people's eyes, Lin Mu cannot be compared with the other six people.
Lin Mu was able to stay because he entered the blood pool late, and he probably didn't rely on his own abilities.
In the blink of an eye, seven minutes have passed.
Lin Mu had stayed in the blood pool for twenty minutes.
"It's still a little bit close. After a while, my cultivation level will be able to break through again."
Lin Mu's blood boiled in his heart.
"But where does the blood in this blood pool come from, and why does it have such strong energy? Anyway, I will use my Sky Eye to see what secrets there are underneath this blood pool."
Under the blood mist, he was not worried about others seeing that his eyes were abnormal.
The silver light flows faintly.
Heavenly Eyes, open.
After his sight penetrated five or six meters below, Lin Mu noticed something abnormal.
"What's going on? The ground beneath the blood pool has begun to become soft, as if it were flesh and blood."
"Ten miles range."
Eager to know the answer, his gaze was no longer limited to a small area, covering a ten-mile radius and extending to ten miles underground.
Boom!
The next moment, a thunderbolt seemed to sound in Lin Mu's heart, making his scalp numb and his whole body cold.
Under the blood pool, there was actually a huge and terrifying giant corpse.
The giant's corpse was three thousand meters long, and its skin was dark golden.
Its hands and feet are like collapsed mountains, and every finger is like a mountain peak.
The blood pool that everyone was soaking in was actually the heart of the giant's corpse.
The heart of the giant's corpse had been dug out, and the blood continued to gush out, forming this blood pool.