Mortal's journey to immortality

Chapter 999 Unknown Man

In a secret room with a radius of three feet, ten human monks were hanging in the air.

Below them was a blood pool with gurgling blood and a strange smell.

The blood of ten people, no, the blood of two people was condensing very slowly, falling into the blood pool bit by bit.

The other eight people had a bright red and shiny mark on their bare left thumb.

Seeing it, Wang Lu's heart suddenly jumped.

Ten people lined up, and the person on the edge was Mao Ju.

His face was bloodless, his appearance was haggard, his hair was gray, his eyes were tightly closed, his lips were ashen, and his breathing was intermittent. According to his estimation, he had been imprisoned for at least twenty years.

Of the nine people with him, only one middle-aged man whose cultivation level he could not see through was still angry, while the other eight had already bled to death.

As for why they are still hanging here, it is because their blood marrow needs to be extracted.

Blood marrow is the purest essence of a monk's bloodline, which hides and contains the secret of a person's blood.

If you want to force out the bleeding marrow, you can only succeed by grinding it repeatedly for many years with the blessing of a special vicious formation like boiling lamp oil.

In the world of immortality, except for blood monks who have some understanding of it, few people extract the blood marrow of others.

There are two reasons.

First, the cultivation of the human race is mainly based on comprehending the three thousand avenues. Bloodline is only effective for some aristocratic families with long inheritance. Moreover, the clansmen of those aristocratic families want to purify and improve the bloodline. Refining the bloodline of people of the same clan not only has no effect, but also has mixed effects. Serious harm requires some extremely special opportunities and good luck, or swallowing the blood essence and blood of family ancestors or sages.

Therefore, bloodline is dispensable for the vast majority of human races.

The second reason is the objective reason. The formation of squeezing blood marrow has become extinct due to human nature. The tombs are whipped and corpses are slaughtered. The world cannot tolerate it. It has long been annihilated in the dust of history and no longer exists.

Even if you have this intention, there is no such condition.

I didn't expect that the Zerg tribe still had such a cruel and cruel ancient formation left.

In other words, it was the remnant formation of half of the Blood-Forcing Marrow that the Four Holy Sons had found somewhere.

Why is it a residual formation? Because the complete formation is said to be able to force out the blood marrow of a living being within ten years.

Hahahahahaha!

Wang Lu bared his teeth and smiled angrily.

Instantly releasing the Six-Star Gong Yue Blade, such a half-baked formation would take a lot of effort to deal with other people, but under his snow eyes, it was full of loopholes.

The seven blades are like a cook trying to untie an ox, inserting needles at every opportunity, and before two breaths are taken, the formation collapses.

Mao Ju fell straight down unconsciously. Wang Lu used some magic power to gently support his falling body and slowly led him to him.

When the formation was broken, the other eight people fell into the blood pool with a bang, and several blood bubbles emerged, bidding farewell to this world completely.

What he didn't expect was that the man with unfathomable cultivation suddenly woke up just as the formation dispersed and was about to fall into the blood pool.

He floated and slowly opened his eyes, his eyes changing from confusion to profound and sudden realization, but there was no trace of hatred.

The man smiled freely, stared at him deeply, then summoned up his remaining strength and disappeared.

As Liu Zhi said, if he loses, he loses. If he accepts it, he is the real super strong man.

His departure was like letting the tiger return to the mountain. Even if the Four Saint Sons killed the five of them, his death was not far away.

It's just that he can't figure out how "he" was captured. It's too incredible.

Without thinking too much, Wang Lu's anger could be imagined as he looked at Mao Ju who was unconscious and hanging on by a thread.

The essence and blood are almost exhausted. His situation is very dangerous. Please save your life first.

"boom."

With a finger pointing, a drop of priceless milk was exploded by him into a light spiritual mist, which immediately enveloped him in a warm and soft embrace.

"call out."

Mao Ju was put into the bag he had prepared and carefully hung around his waist.

"I want you to fuse and refine!"

Wang Lu slapped it away with hatred.

"boom!"

The three-foot-deep blood pool filled with human blood turned into smoke and dust in an instant, leaving only a bottomless black hole. Countless blood was squeezed out by his tyrannical power and evaporated.

It’s considered a moderate interest.

Wang Lu turned around and fled towards Zijiu, fifty miles away.

The underground space was run by the Four Holy Sons like a maze, with tunnels and tunnels turning nine and ten times, winding, complicated, and ever-changing. It was also shrouded by the invisible magic array, making people dizzy and making it difficult to tell the direction.

If it weren't for the guidance of the jade slip of "Huntian Gong", it would be difficult to find Mao Ju.

For Zijiu, the same is true.

Zi Jiu and him have long been dissolved in blood, and are naturally intimate and inseparable.

If it hadn't been led into a hundred miles deep underground space, and if it was isolated by formations, how could they cut off their induction.

Zi Jiu has fallen into some kind of selfless and unconscious illusion. He takes advantage of the Fourth Holy Son and the Seventh Holy Son before they return, and after rescuing it, he fights to the death with the two.

Before the four of them separated from Ji Qing, the other party intentionally or unintentionally invited him to explore the lair of the Four Saint Sons together.

It seemed to him that they valued something very highly.

The main purpose of coming here to get rid of the Four Holy Sons is perhaps that thing is the key point.

Wang Lu had no intention of participating in the fight between them.

If you dare to treat my best friend and my beloved butterfly so cruelly, I will have a fight with you no matter what.

Before leaving, Wang Lu glanced at the big hole he had made, thoughtfully.

"Across the Clouds" started at full speed, time was urgent, and his intuition told him that the Four Holy Sons would return soon.

After a cup of tea, an underground cave came into view.

It was pitch black in the cave, and the snow pupils were all stretched out, but they were also blurry.

This cave is not only protected by a strong formation, but the key is that there are two human sword-wielding men who look exactly the same in the middle stage of divine transformation, sitting quietly in front of the cave door like old monks.

Sensing someone coming, the two opened their eyes.

"boom!"

Four rays of light that were as real as killing the soul instantly shot into his heavenly soul.

"what!"

Wang Lu screamed hysterically, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and rolled on the ground holding his head.

The two of them turned a blind eye to it, and with all their magic power, "Zheng", "Zheng", two blue-light spiritual swords that resembled the sound of phoenixes broke free from their scabbards and turned into two ghostly beasts, slashing at him.

Wang Lu endured the severe pain, gritted his teeth and raised his magic power. When the power came, he disappeared in a flash.

At the same time, two indestructible black fists like iron pillars flicked their fingers to face the green sword light.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two rounds of green and black scorching sun exploded. Wang Lu went all out and finally resolved the attack that caught him off guard.

However, the two of them were like twins, like a cold-blooded killer without emotion and a humanoid puppet who didn't care about magic power, and they were killing and slashing at Wang Lu.

The attack was like a tidal wave, killing him and retreating steadily, causing unspeakable suffering.