Chapter 1741 Golden Ancestral Blood Essence
"Wang Wang Wang!"
At this moment, Dahuang, influenced by the will of the ant, also had its fighting spirit soar, baring its teeth.
Upon receiving its master's signal, it trembled instantly...
The next moment, a majestic humanoid phantom appeared behind the celestial being, rapidly solidified, and stepped out.
Upon seeing this, Mu Weng was stunned and stared in shock at the new human emperor who had suddenly appeared before him!
Neither the scent nor the appearance could distinguish the real from the fake!
Having lived from ancient times to the present, his knowledge and experience were so vast that he immediately understood...
"Top-tier talent: the ability to create clones!"
Soon, Mu Weng gritted his teeth and said, "Unfortunately, your clone is not the endless clone of that person from the early ancient times!"
He recalled the legends about that terrifying creature from his childhood...
"To think that a mere clone can change the outcome is wishful thinking!"
The old man gritted his teeth, and his four enormous wooden hands moved even faster...
However, the next moment, as the first clone stepped out, another phantom condensed behind the celestial being.
It rapidly solidified into a physical form and took a step forward... followed by the third, the fourth... and the sixth!
Including the celestial beings themselves, there were a total of seven celestial beings standing side by side in the void...
All the celestial beings slowly raised their heads and looked up at the sky, where four enormous hands descended rapidly.
The next moment, all the celestial beings attacked simultaneously, and seven powerful sword energies rapidly formed seven terrifying sword shadows!
boom!
Within the void, a deafening roar shook the air. Before the clash between the Celestial Being and the Wood Elder even occurred, the more than one hundred Minotaur worlds closest to this location crumbled amidst the terrifying aura...
Immediately afterwards, fireworks bloomed amidst the world-destroying flames, transforming this void into a vibrant, radiant world of light...
Rumble!
A violent collision of supernatural powers rang out, and the entire Minotaur territory, most of the world, instantly burst into flames...
Countless minotaurs of SSS rank or higher sensed the danger beforehand. They had just escaped the world and were desperately flying through the void when, in the next moment, a massive shockwave swept past...
Like a world-ending wind, it swept through the void, turning all the Minotaur tribe into ashes!
Click!
Click! Click! Click!
Four metallic sounds, like metal being severed, mingled with the roar, and blood from the four large hands cascaded into the void like a waterfall.
More than a dozen severed fingers detached from the palm and drifted away with the shockwave.
With a furious roar, the four enormous hands rapidly withdrew...
At this moment, Zhao Yin's eyes shone brightly within the Celestial-Human Array.
The previous assumptions seem to be not entirely impossible...
Zhao Yin gritted his teeth, and the next moment, seven celestial beings, following closely behind the four palms, rushed towards Mu Weng.
Seven more sword lights shot straight at the majestic tree canopy...
At this moment, at the base of the tree canopy, a flicker of panic finally crossed the old man's face.
At this moment, the petrification rule had already taken hold in his four injured hands, and it would take time for him to recover using his self-healing talent.
The massive tree canopy trembled violently, and amidst the surging of boundless vitality, seven more hands reached out.
They rushed towards the seven sword lights.
However, the aura of these seven hands was clearly weaker than that of the previous four.
It was as if, before, these were the four most important branching trunks within the tree canopy.
These seven hands, with varying degrees of strength, seemed to be merely branches of the four main trunks!
The old man had no choice, because although the transformation into a plant was powerful, its biggest drawback was that it could not be moved after transformation.
If you can't forcefully suppress and kill your opponent, you can only passively take the beating...
boom!
boom! boom! boom!
The seven giant wooden hands were instantly and forcefully cut down by the seven sword shadows. The sword shadows landed solidly in the tree canopy before the force of the sword shadows dissipated.
The roar continued, and large sections of the majestic tree canopy fell off, scattering leaves and branches.
Large gushes of dark green blood gushed out from within the tree canopy...
In an instant, a third of the tree canopy was cut off!
Zhao Yin was invigorated. The rules of swordsmanship once again condensed before the seven celestial beings, and seven more sword shadows slashed towards the treetops...
"While you are sick, I will kill you!"
The next moment, the terrifying giant tree suddenly disappeared from the void... Zhao Yin immediately realized that in his panic, the old man had actually canceled his plant transformation talent.
The giant tree shrank rapidly, causing its canopy to quickly move out of the canopy's attack range.
Seven sword shadows slashed into the void...
At this moment, Zhao Yin used all six clones in succession, and the purple crystal energy he had used earlier was about to be exhausted.
He didn't care about anything else; now was the time to kill Mu Weng.
The seven celestial figures bowed their heads in unison. At this moment, the old man had transformed back into his previous appearance.
A third of his dark green hair had fallen out, and his scalp was covered in blood, which flowed down his cheeks, making him look extremely ferocious.
Even the old man's hands and feet still retained the scent of petrification, clearly...
Those four enormous wooden hands were his limbs transformed from...
Even his dark green robe was tattered, with blood gushing from his back.
But a boundless vitality still emanates from him.
Zhao Yin once again gathered seven sword lights and slashed down with a thunderous roar...
"The Human Emperor!"
Mu Weng's hoarse voice roared like a wounded beast: "You forced me to do this!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yin's heart skipped a beat, fearing that the other party would recklessly use the laws...
But contrary to Zhao Yin's expectations, another black hole appeared to the left of the old man.
Immediately afterwards, a seemingly ancient ceramic bottle flew out of the black hole...
An ancient, desolate aura instantly spread out.
At this moment, Mu Weng's face revealed sorrow and reluctance...
"Back then, when I joined forces with the other ancestral gods to hunt down the white-robed emperor of the human race, we never used this drop of ancestral blood!"
He recalled that past again...
In ancient times, a level-five god of the mechanical race broke into a forbidden land and brought out a terrifying heart.
With that heart, the fifth-level god of the mechanical race directly reached the strength of a fifth-level ancestral god.
They, along with their mechanical tribe, enjoyed a glorious period.
Later, the human race produced its first king in all time, who tricked the machine race out of the heart...
From then on, the mechanical race declined and gradually drifted away from the core of the competition among all races...
Legend has it that the heart came from ancient times... from a fallen primordial king...
This drop of ancestral blood is one of the three drops of blood from between the eyebrows that emerged in the early ancient times when the mechanical race brought out their hearts...
For millions of years, the old man of the wood has been reluctant to use it, and even more afraid of being discovered by other races; it is his greatest secret.
It was also the thing he cherished most in his life...
At this moment, the old man was in a state of confusion, and the pottery bottle in front of him was broken.
A drop of golden blood, like a pure pearl, exuded an aura that surpassed that of any living being or life form in this world.
It remained silent, suspended in the void. At this moment, the seven sword shadows had already reached the top of the old man's head.
But this drop of golden blood seemed completely unaffected.
