Chapter 662: Essence and Blood Beads

At that time, he caused a big life-killing technique to fight Yun Lang, but Yun Lang finally sent him out of the small world of Canghuang and into the endless turbulence of space at the cost of an immortal artifact.

At the price of a fairy!

In all the worlds, large and small, the background is tens of thousands of years old, Mu Yun is not sure, among them, whether there is a sect or a powerful hand that holds an immortal weapon!

If someone breaks through the barriers and barriers of space at this price, everything is in doubt!

It's just that he only has hope at the moment, and he thinks too much.

"That Diwen should treat you well now. When you were arrested, I thought that he would let you represent the Five Elements Heaven and participate in the Battle of the Hundred Realms, so he shouldn't kill you!"

"It's just that you have to be on guard. When you finish the battle of the Hundred Realms, how will he treat you?

"I understand!" Mu Yun arched his hands and said: "Old Fen can rest assured, Diwen will not move me now, even after participating in the Battle of Hundred Realms, he will not move me."

Seeing Mu Yun so confident, Fen Lao was also a little surprised.

But after thinking about it with Mu Yun for a while, he knew that Mu Yun was not the kind of blindly arrogant person.

He is sure, it must be sure.

"However, don't think that the battle of the Hundred Realms is so easy."

"Appreciate further details!"

Old Fen sighed and said: "The battle of the hundred realms, 999 talented disciples from the small world, gather together, and the places where they participate every year are in the Four Sources fief!"

Four sources fief?

"Yes, the Four Origin Fief, there is a peculiar place, neither the world nor the continent. No one knows where it came from, but there, for so many years, the worlds of all sizes have chosen the battle of the hundred worlds. The location has never been changed."

"The treasure in there, the dense land, hasn't it been dug up?"

"No, no, no!"

Old Fen shook his head and laughed: "This place is very strange, and the strangeness is the reason. The Four Sources of Fief is always there, but the topography inside, including treasures and dense land, is not changing all the time. In fifty years, there was a big change, which is why, the battle of a hundred realms, once in fifty years!"

"So every time, thousands of small worlds will compete for the nine hundred and ninety-nine places, and no one is exception. Although 999 small worlds are together, it is very dangerous, but once they get one A treasure, or a fairy, that will definitely increase the strength of the small world!"

"What about the so-called ranking?"

"After entering the four source fief, everyone will have a number plate on his body. The more people killed, the higher the number plate score, the better you can rank in the top list. Moreover, killing depends on who you kill. !"

Mu Yun took the words: "The stronger the killer, the higher the points!"

"Yes!"

Hearing this, Mu Yun looked strange.

"You don't have to worry about it. In fact, the Four Sources of Fief is a slaughterhouse. The disciples of the various sects put inside. The strong are tigers and elephants, and the weak are cats and dogs. Inside, one is to search for treasures and secret places. Kill, see someone kill, show no mercy!"

From Fen Lao's mouth, Mu Yun gradually understood that the battle of the Hundred Realms was actually the major forces in the world of all sizes, with the strongest disciple in the sect as the chess piece.

Clash with each other, and then decide which force's disciple is the best, so as to determine the ranking of each small world.

And this ranking affects the future distribution of resources!

The strong will only be stronger, and the weak will become weaker after a hundred years have passed after losing the genius in the door.

In a disguised way, the hidden treasure land attracted those small and weak worlds, and at the same time, it was a pair of assistants who pushed them to be enslaved!

"Old Fen, I still have one last puzzle!"

"what?"

Mu Yun smiled slightly, changed the conversation, and suddenly said, "Why are you so familiar with these things?"

"Hehe...you kid!"

Old Fen hehe smiled and said, "You will naturally know in the future. Okay, it's already deep. Let's rest earlier."

Old Fen chuckled, turned and left, leaving Mu Yun alone.

"It's a strange old man."

What he knew at the time was that Fen Lao was a person from Huo Xing Shan. It is said that he refused to enter the Five Elements Tianfu thousands of years ago and was abolished for his cultivation.

But last time, it was obvious that Fen Lao was not completely without cultivation.

And now, this old guy knows so much about the Battle of the Hundred Realms, no matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like a simple old man.

Only at this moment, Mu Yun was too lazy to think so much.

It's late tonight. Seeing Huo Lin, I'll talk about it tomorrow.

But now, Mu Yun couldn't wait to do something.

Bloodline practice!

Now he has reached the tenth level of the feather fairyland, and after another level, he is the realm of life and death.

Once in life and death, the true soul and flesh and blood are all changed.

And right now, what he needed most urgently to improve was the Eternal Blood Book.

This eternal blood book, three levels, nine small levels, he already mastered all.

It can be said that the power of his bloodline began to gradually improve with the promotion of the Eternal Blood Code.

It's just that this kind of improvement, on the bright side, is not beneficial, but in the true sense, it is infinitely beneficial.

The most important thing is that once the eternal blood code is completed, he can begin to prepare for the cultivation of the immortal blood code.

This immortal blood book, he has tossed around several times, and fell into the state of life and death several times before he obtained it.

From the small world of blue and yellow to the small world of the five elements, the appearance of the nine-spirited monument to the sky is weird, and he is even more interested in this blood book.

"Now that I have mastered all the three levels, the next step is to combine all my comprehensions into one and directly activate my bloodline spirit shield!"

Mu Yun was deep in his mind, and flew up to the roof.

Under the bright moon, the brilliance poured out, the sky was full of stars, and the rays of light were shining, and the meteors flashed across the starry sky.

Mu Yun sat cross-legged and calmed down.

The Eternal Blood Book, the cultivation and forging of blood vessels, can be said to be at a low level. It is just a simple introduction and comprehension, as well as the use of some subtle blood vessels.

But this is the case, it also made his blood element in the nine yuan gathering weather extremely powerful, and it gradually caused strange changes in his bloodline.

But this blood book, after all, was created by the blood owl in the last stage of his life, it was only the blood owl's understanding of blood.

But to this day, Mu Yun's knowledge of bloodlines is no longer as idiotic as before, so his vision is naturally higher.

"Three layers, nine small layers, what kind of peculiar effect will happen to the coagulation of the power of blood?"

Mu Yun was curious in his heart, unable to hold back, and began to use the power of his own blood.

With a buzzing sound, blood mist suddenly appeared around Mu Yun's body.

As the blood mist appeared, Mu Yun seemed to be surrounded by a blood cocoon.

Gradually, ice crystals appeared around the blood cocoon.

It's just that, Mu Yun at this moment doesn't know it at all.

At this moment, he gathered in his dantian with all his heart and soul.

Yuan Ying stood there, acting like him, slowly starting to perform.

While the blood in his body was circulating, Mu Yun suddenly felt that the blood in his body, slowly uncontrollable, began to boil and start to burn.

Originally, Mu Yun thought that the boiling and burning would gradually stop.

But who knows, that blood burning speed is actually getting faster and faster.

In the end, Mu Yun gradually became unbearable.

The hot breath gradually made Mu Yun's forehead an inexplicable burning sensation.

When the burning sensation became stronger and stronger, Mu Yun only felt his head groggy.

Only at this moment, Zhu Xiantu suddenly galloped out of Mu Yun's mind, turning into an illusory figure.

The figure looked at Mu Yun and remained silent.

However, when that figure saw a trace of burning marks on Mu Yun's forehead, it was suddenly startled.

That figure was a unity that turned into a phantom.

At the moment of returning, his gaze fell on Mu Yun's forehead, and his expression was astonished.

"Soul produces blood, blood produces bone, bone produces meat, flesh produces skin, human ancestors come from the soul, and the soul is the only root of blood!"

Guiyi said to himself: "Even if you are reborn and reborn as a human being, but your soul has not changed, you are still you, I know that you come from that place, and you absolutely have nothing to do with the ten great gods, I will I know it will be so!"

Guiyi saw the change in Mu Yun's forehead, as if he had confirmed the guess in his heart, and he was very excited.

It's just that he was excited at the side, but Mu Yun felt painful.

The burning on his forehead made him unable to think and control the changes in his body.

This feeling made him very painful.

But he didn't have a single solution.

Only gradually, he was able to feel that the blood in his body, even without his control, was actually converging towards the land of the Nascent Soul at his dantian.

Gradually, those blood drops seemed to be extracted from one's own blood, and gathered into small drops of blood.

It was all blood beads gathered from his essence and blood.

Essence and blood beads!

At this moment, Mu Yun could deeply feel that there was a powerful force in that essence of blood. He didn't know how powerful it was.

Three!

Three full blood beads.

This is a bead of blood condensed from his blood.

The pain gradually dissipated, and Mu Yun's body gradually recovered as before.

Only at this moment, Mu Yun felt that his body was almost collapsed.

Looking at his hands and arms, they were completely pale.

"Guiyi, what did you see just now? What are you whispering in my ear?" Mu Yunqiang asked with a breath.

"No, nothing!"