Chapter 1030: Restoring the World Map

"I want a drop of the blood from the brow of the ancestor!"

The writer king sighed.

He had rarely asked for help from others in his life, and he felt very embarrassed at this moment.

When Zhao Yin heard this, surprise appeared in his eyes.

I originally thought that the old man might be planning to ask me for SSS-level purple crystal...

Perhaps he was asking for the four-winged angel Jia Lan and taking him back to claim the credit...

"It's a simple matter!" Zhao Yin smiled.

The king who wrote the book saw that Zhao Yin was so straightforward and thought that he did not know the seriousness of the matter, so he reminded him.

"Child, you should think carefully. The blood essence at the center of your eyebrows is the vital point connecting your soul and body. Any loss will definitely shake the essence of your spirit!"

Every time Zhao Yin used the soul of contract, it passed through his eyebrows, so he naturally understood it better than ordinary people.

But Zhao Yin understood even more clearly that the fact that the king who wrote the letter could put aside his dignity and ask for help must be very important to the old man.

How could Zhao Yin be stingy when his adoptive father was willing to risk his life to come to support him?

As soon as he thought about it, in the demonic Jianmu forest south of the oasis, the ancestor's incarnation opened his eyes.

On the huge wooden face, a crack slowly appeared in the line between the eyebrows.

Fiery red blood slowly overflowed, not one drop, but three drops.

The next moment, the life breath of the ancestor's incarnation weakened visibly.

Even Bai Wei below felt something. She suddenly stopped and looked up at the clone of the ancestor.

"What happened? Why did the life level suddenly drop?"

Bai Wei knew that the giant tree man in front of her was the guardian of the core of this world and was of utmost importance to the entire team.

She gritted her teeth and stabbed the sword in her hand into the wound between Jia Lan's eyebrows.

That was the most vulnerable part of the four-winged angel, and suddenly a large amount of golden blood flowed out.

Different from the other blood in Jia Lan's body, the golden blood dripping from his brows emitted a brilliant light, like grains of golden beans, with a strong divinity.

Jia Lan's already weak life breath became dying in an instant, and due to the loss of his original essence and blood, his life level dropped.

In the blink of an eye, he fell to the level of a demigod...

After the clone of the ancestor spirit absorbed the blood essence from Jia Lan's forehead, his life force finally stabilized. However, compared to before, he was still much weaker. I wonder how long it will take to recover...

A teleporting force swept up the three drops of ancestor's blood and instantly appeared in the center of the oasis.

A huge breath of life spread out.

At this moment, the entire oasis and all the vegetation and crops moved automatically without wind.

The life without soul seemed to be attracted by the longevity of the ancestor spirit and expressed desire.

Roar!

The first one came was the corpse demon Zhang Jie, with desire in his dead fish eyes, and he suddenly rushed out of the cornfield... The next moment, he saw Zhao Yin and immediately quieted down.

At this moment, all the contracted beasts looked over, with desire in their eyes.

Even the ordinary animals in the oasis were all irritable and restless, as if there was some fatal attraction...

Zhao Yin looked at the three drops of essence blood and felt the vitality contained in them, which surpassed any treasure he had ever seen.

Even the power of space seemed unable to restrain the dissipating vitality...

"Godfather!" Zhao Yin looked at the king who wrote the book.

He couldn't find any device that could contain the essence and blood of the ancestors, so he could only ask for help from the Book King.

The old man was shocked all over, feeling the huge vitality, and the last trace of doubt in his heart disappeared.

In fact, from what the Book King has learned over the years, there is no treasure in this world that can preserve the essence and blood of the ancestors' lives for a long time!

He immediately took out the screenshot, and tears welled up in the old man's eyes at this moment in his excitement.

“Lord Jietu, you… are finally saved!”

No one knows how much bitterness is contained in this sigh of the old man.

Zhao Yin finally understood what his adoptive father wanted.

[Realm Map: No rank, Type: Forbidden Treasure, Effect: Only need to sacrifice some small things, the treasure will give you powerful power, able to kill gods!

Note: The ninth battlefield, the treasure in the hands of the human race’s book king, has a mysterious origin and once slaughtered the angel gods!

Note: Due to the loyalty of the world map to the human race, it is willing to operate at overload, and the origin of the treasure is about to collapse! 】

Zhao Yin was shocked. Has this forbidden object really killed gods?

What made him feel even more incredible was the second note.

Loyal to the human race?

Evil and sinister forbidden things also have loyalty?

Or loyal to the human race?

At this moment, Zhao Yin suddenly had a feeling that the forbidden object might have a more complicated origin than he had imagined.

On the boundary map, Zhao Yin felt a strange aura that had not disappeared. It was as insidious and evil as the original time and space.

Instead, it is full of righteousness.

This righteousness made Zhao Yin feel familiar and strange, just like...

Just like the book king in front of me, and the old man in the void...

It was as if it was also a human warrior who had experienced countless baptisms of war.

It was as if it had once stood before billions of human beings, protecting billions of human lives... without fear of life or death, and without regard for gains or losses.

At this moment, Zhao Yin felt inexplicably moved by the inanimate object.

The writer king waved his hand, causing a drop of ancestor's blood to fall onto the black pen of the world map.

Suddenly, runes gradually emerged from the darkness of the pen and gradually became brighter.

Those runes were first divided into seven colors and nine colors, and gradually, they turned into a myriad of colors, magnificent and gorgeous.

At this moment, the entire core of the world was illuminated by endless runes, reflecting the joy in the weathered eyes of the writer king.

The old man stood in the endless runes, and his supernatural powers slowly activated, as if they were reflecting the map of the world.

It was as if the forbidden world map had already merged with the old man...

Lines of human characters flowed around the old man, divided into different eras and civilizations, as if forming a long rune dragon, surrounding the old body of the king who wrote the book.

There is a scroll forming in front of the world, with flowers, insects, birds, beasts, mountains, rivers, as well as the sun, moon and stars!

Those scrolls seemed to form an illusory world, exuding primitiveness and mystery, covering the entire core of the world!

At this moment, a majestic vitality slowly spread across Jietu's pen.

Zhao Yin previously thought that the cracks covering the pen body were just a kind of pattern. However, as the ancestor's blood essence seeped into the pen, a thin layer of red light instantly spread out and slowly repaired itself.

The Book King waved his hand, and treasures flew out from the space bracelet.

There were at least hundreds of intact divine bases... pieces of flesh and blood, still flowing with blood of different colors.

Different races, including angels, grays, cyclops, three-eyed gods...

There were hundreds of races that Zhao Yin didn't recognize, and the blood was of all colors.

But every piece of flesh and blood exudes at least the aura of SSS-level life.

There are even some demigod-level ones!

Each piece of flesh and blood not only represents the accumulation of thousands of years of the king's wealth, but also represents a great achievement.

Those are the traces left by the old man’s bloody battle for the human race!

All the flesh and blood, like a sacrifice, fell into the scroll and disappeared in an instant.