Into the Immortal Cultivation - Chapter 1909

[Chapter 221 Above the Sea of Blood]

No one knows when the “hills” came. No one knows when the people of the hills lived such a life.

But to be sure, the hills themselves hold many secrets. Even the people of the hills may not know.

Among them, there is a secret that only the Son of the Mist knows.

Not to say, how the secret is hidden. It’s just that the Son of the Mist can’t describe this peculiar phenomenon to other individuals.

For the Mist Sons, the texture of the hills is not uniform.

In some areas, the texture is very special, allowing his mind to penetrate the earth more easily.

He could not understand the cause of this phenomenon. However, he is instinctive until this phenomenon is beneficial to him. Therefore, in the long past, he divided his sphere of influence on the earth and forbade all other individuals, including the people of the hills, to devour the earth there.

And the Son of Mist is constantly wandering in these areas with special textures, and slowly, he has also found some magical powers.

A memory flows into the ocean. It was a thought from the ground. Son of the Mist originally just looked at the pile of talismans on the ground. To him, the talismans seemed to be “prosthetic limbs” that were “unconscious” but still usable. He just looked at why there were talismans in the unplanned area.

Immediately after. The vast sea of consciousness began to boil.

[Similar]

The dark sea said so.

[Similar]

This concept is so strange. Sons of the Mist, of course, knew what a so-called “kinder” was. There are many species on this planet, each of which has a “similar” but only his son of the mist is different. He has no peers.

In other words, he didn’t have the same kind.

Until a worm assembled from flesh and blood appeared in front of him.

joy.

fear.

As if a drop of water fell into the sea, causing a tsunami. Vitality that is so huge that ordinary immortals can’t imagine it rolled and whistled in the earth made of flesh and blood.

Then the “tsunami” seemed to be forced into one city’s water system.

Countless thoughts follow the special texture of flesh and blood, all the way down.

That’s the “sea of blood”.

A whole sea of blood. Beneath the dome wrapped in unknown fibers is a special ocean. It’s not bright red, it’s orange, which is the original color of ferrous ions.

Iron is the end of fusion and the beginning of fission. It is one of the most common and most abundant elements in this universe. And many creatures do use iron as a medium for transporting oxygen.

However, the ferrous ions in human blood are not red. That’s the color produced when combined with oxygen.

Ferrous ions are orange.

After the owner of these blood dies, the blood no longer assumes the responsibility of transporting oxygen. Under normal circumstances, these iron elements in the blood will combine with oxygen elements in another more stable way, changing the valence and becoming black ferric tetroxide.

However, the immortal power of the immortal prevented this process from happening.

Although for some unknown reason, this gigantic immortal will never turn around, and there is no hope of recovery, but the immortal characteristics of immortals have also been preserved. If the immortal power in these blood is not stripped, then the iron element in this guy’s body will be connected with fixed atoms in a fixed form, and it is difficult for the unenhanced electromagnetic force to break through the solidification of this immortal power.

The arrival of the Mist Children caused the orange viscous slurry to churn and roll up.

Whispers of pure spirituality reverberated again.

【They are coming… they are coming…】

“Enough! Mist!” An angry shout came: “I have taught you three generations! None of us can stand your way of communication! Use our language!”

The one who spoke was also a hill country. It’s just that his attire is a little different. Some kind of tough gel replaced the normal mucus layer and wrapped around his lower body. On his tentacles, he wore many rings of unknown materials, which seemed to be a protective measure and a symbol of some kind of power.

Qingyanzong, the king of the people of the hills.

At this moment, he was standing on a rock that was a real rock, inedible earth.

“Qingyanzong, are you finally getting impatient?” The atmosphere shook, and the language of the people in the hills came out: “How dare you really dare to reprimand me like this? It’s those flattering people you raised who made you bloated too much. Is it?”

Many hill people feel that although Son of the Mist is strong, it may not be so strong, although he is indeed stronger than the upper limit of the hill people. However, the Mahayana of the people of the hills made a concerted attack and could always repel him.

But this is ridiculous.

Qing Yanzong himself was close to that realm, so he knew very well that this statement was a joke.

Ordinary immortals can’t beat Son of Mist. As long as this guy is a little serious, he can kill the people of the hills.

However, Qing Yanzong dared to scold this monster.

At least here, he is not afraid of the Son of the Mist at all.

Qingyanzong, the supreme king of the hills, behind him, a stone-like inscription was quietly suspended. This is the most important treasure of the people of the hills, the Heavenly Punishment Monument.

This is a treasure discovered by the people of the hills at the beginning of civilization. No one knows what it is for. Only a few intelligent beings went back and tried to imitate the “tune” and “breath” the thing made. Some hill people died, and those who didn’t die were the original monks of hill people.

After groping for the initial practice from the breath of the monument, and learning the essence of “runes” and “magic” from the lines of the monument, a few hill people also began to learn how to borrow the power of this monument.

But only Children of the Mist can’t do that.

Although he can also find out some knowledge from the monument, he is smeared in the eyes of what many hill people can feel.

Not to mention borrowing the power of the Heavenly Punishment Monument.

The Heavenly Punishment Stele seems to be rejecting him.

“Do you think you’re safe here?” Son of Mist simulated a disdainful sneer: “Even if you can mobilize more power of the Heavenly Punishment Monument, I can crush you.”

Qing Zong sighed: ” You’re always like this, old friend… If I can’t talk to you anymore, then who else can you talk to?”

Son of the Mist was suddenly stunned. But soon, he opened up another thought and squeezed this sad line of thinking aside: “Do you think you are great? Haha.”

“You are unique, you are great.” Qing Yanzong replied: ” However, just because you are unique, you have lost the person to communicate with.”

“Humph.” Son of the Mist snorted twice, and said, “I’m afraid I will not be unique soon and there is still no person to communicate with. The

tentacles of Qingzong shuddered: “What’s going on?”

“You are right, they are here.”

“They?”

Son of the Mist said: “The monsters outside the sky in your mouth, tearing the negative earth to the hills to devour The killer, the slayer .”

Qingzong’s expression changed suddenly: “It’s already here?”

“I fought with him. His breath is mixed with the taste of my kind.”

Qingzong was stunned: “Yours Kind? You mean…that monster, like the undead, is a puppet controlled by you, um, your kind?”

“No, it’s not. He also has a life structure similar to that of the people on the hills, and that’s a very pure aura. However, he is indeed mixed with the aura of my kind.”

Qingzong’s tentacles slowly retracted. He pondered: “Is there… such a thing?”

“I don’t know. But suspiciously sure, very strong. If I do my best, I should have a chance to win. But… the price is too high.

” Incitement: “So it is… So it is. It seems that we are too unlucky. I thought that there would always be generations for us to prepare. The ‘King of Silence’ has not been completed, ‘Lord of the Spirit Pass’ ‘It’s just the beginning. I can only pray… He’s not interested in this place anymore.”

This planet is filled with the immortal power of others. For immortals, refining such a large number of other immortal powers of unknown origin is not only time-consuming and labor-intensive, but also not cost-effective, but also has the risk of going crazy or even being taken away.

And the alien power that pervades the space can effectively suppress the monster’s spiritual consciousness and obscure the existence of such treasures as the Heavenly Punishment Monument.

If he just takes a look here and then leaves immediately

no… can’t pin his hopes on the enemy’s kindness.

Perhaps, we can consider integrating the Lord of the Spirit Pass, which I just started, into the unfinished King of Silence, and forge a real weapon that can deal with immortals…

“It seems that everything must be prepared.” Qing Yan Zong sighed: “Can I trust you? Old friend…you won’t betray us at a critical moment, right?”

“I want to ask…Can I trust you? Qingzong.” The Son of Mist whispered: ” Are you really trustworthy? I know what your special mother is. Which side did you belong to before? Is it a demon? Or another group of demons chased by demons? Or, really chased by demons Survivor?”

“I don’t know.”

Qing Yanzong said.

Behind him, there are two skeletons.

One, two hundred and six bones, the roots are distinct, as crystal clear as jade.

The other one, one hundred and thirteen bone plates, were fitted with each other and had a metallic texture.

Qing Yanzong knew what he was. He has this understanding.

“Exiled Immortal” remembers that it is called this in a certain language, but he just doesn’t know why, missing more and more crucial memories.

According to the truth, after practicing to the Mahayana period, the exiled immortal should have broken the confusion in the plate.

Perhaps it was the influence of the alien immortal power on this planet.

Qing Yanzong thought so.

Sometimes, he would ask himself the same.

“Which side are you on?”

[End of this Chapter]