Stick to your heart, don't close your eyes, and don't look away.

Finally, at a certain moment, Ling Xiao felt that he was bleeding from all his orifices and was about to fall to the ground.

Suddenly, the sacred pattern flashed with dazzling light, and the complete wall split from the middle.

The road is open!

Ling Xiao wiped the blood from his face.

Quite happy.

In fact, he didn't know why this happened.

In short, at that moment, his soul seemed to have reached some kind of special tacit understanding with this sacred pattern.

Then the door opened.

Ling Xiao raised his feet and walked in.

The wall closed again without any trace, as if it was complete originally.

The situation inside is similar to the outside, but it can be seen that there are no traces of being disturbed.

In other words, no one has entered here for tens of thousands of years.

Ling Xiao couldn't help but get excited.

He knew that his luck had come.

"Xiao Jin, you can break through here. With the sacred pattern blocking you, you won't be afraid even if the enemy comes."

Ling Xiao said.

"clear!"

Xiao Jin nodded, walked out of the universe, sat down cross-legged, and began to break through.

Ling Xiao ordered the Wuhun puppet to protect Xiaojin, while he continued walking inside.

He wanted to see if there was anything worthy of his interest in this place that had been hidden for tens of thousands of years.

Walking to the end of this place, Ling Xiao saw two statues with white wings.

They are all women, and they are beautifully carved.

Feather clan? It’s quite rare.

The Yu tribe is a race born with wings.

Their wings can be trained to an extremely strong level.

Not only can it fly, but it can also control the five elements.

It's just that from Tianlong Continent to Xuanwu Continent, Ling Xiao has never seen a living Yu Clan.

There are records on the Xuanwu Continent that say that the Yu clan are the messengers around the gods.

Therefore, it is also called the divine messenger.

There is a high platform between the two sculptures, and a bottle made of colored glass is placed on the high platform.

There seems to be something inside the bottle.

Red, very bright.

It looks like blood. There is only one drop. I don’t know how many years it has been there, but it still looks very fresh.

"You're so lucky, kid!"

Yuan Zun, who had been sleeping for a long time, woke up. He was awakened by a powerful energy.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the blood in the glass bottle.

"That is a drop of the blood of the gods. Compared with the blood of the ancient clan, I don't know how much more powerful it is."

"The blood of gods, the real gods?"

Ling Xiao asked.

"There are no real gods in this world. The so-called gods are just the top warriors in the Xuanwu Continent.

But they are indeed much stronger than the ancient tribe."

Yuan Zun replied.

Ling Xiao was just about to reach out for the glass bottle, when suddenly the sculptures of the gods on both sides came to life.

They transformed into two divine envoys and attacked Ling Xiao.

These divine envoys were just two puppets. At first, they didn't know how powerful they were.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and they cannot resist the weakening of time, but even so, they still possess the terrifying strength of the third level of the Soul Realm.

Where is Ling Xiao's opponent?

But a puppet is just a puppet. It only follows certain orders and is just a fool who doesn't use his brain.

Ling Xiao used a first-grade holy pattern, the "Fake Death Saint Pattern", to erase all his life breath.

The puppet immediately stopped attacking and returned to its original position.

This fake death symbol is actually of little use.

However, it is very useful to deal with this kind of puppet that relies on detecting vitality to fight.

Turning on the fake death holy pattern, Ling Xiao walked to the glass bottle and took the bottle over.

It feels heavy when I hold it, even heavier than the Elephant Fruit.

I feel like I can't even walk.

A drop of the god's blood is so terrifying.

No wonder these people dare to claim to be gods.

With their strength, there is really no problem in claiming to be gods in this Xuanwu Continent.

What a treasure!

This is a real treasure.

Ling Xiao's hands were shaking.

But why does the blood of the gods appear here?

And it's so well preserved. Did someone put it here specifically?

Also, where did the gods on Xuanwu Continent go in the past?

Went to another continent?

Or is it dead?

Mysteries really come one after another.

However, with Ling Xiao's current abilities, it may not be easy to investigate clearly.

So he simply gave up.

He wants to refine this god's blood and use it to enhance his own strength.

Anyway, it's very safe here.

"Xiao, let me protect you."

Yue Fanghua said.

"I'm coming too!"

Leng Mei's voice suddenly sounded.

"Are you done practicing?"

Ling Xiao asked in surprise.

"It's over for now. The energy of this immortal tree is amazing, and I have only refined a small part of it.

About one-tenth of the degree.

His cultivation has reached the ninth level of Yuanhun Realm.

The next step is to consolidate your cultivation and then continue refining."

Leng Mei replied.

"Okay, then help me protect the law.

Fanghua, you continue to practice!"

Ling Xiao said.

Now Long Chen has followed Long Wu.

Xiao Jin is also about to break through to the Soul Realm.
To be continued...