A year later.

The North American headquarters of the Bloodline has an eerie situation underground, which is in stark contrast to the magnificent palace above.

A blood pool with a diameter of about ten meters, distributed in some special rules, the blood in the pool is no longer viscous, the color is only a faint crimson, if it is not for the air is still filled with a rich bloody gas, in the eyes of outsiders, I am afraid that the pool is not filled with blood at all, but color matching pigments.

On a huge altar in the center, there are all kinds of sacrifices, tigers, leopards, whales, sharks, eagles, peng, etc., dozens of kinds of beasts of the world, flying in the world, walking on the ground, swimming in the water.

At the edge of the altar, eight directions, eight figures sat quietly, silently, like sculptures.

Time seems to stand still here.

Silence is the only leitmotif.

At some point, the entire altar began to tremble, at first it was extremely subtle, then it became more intense, and finally like an earthquake, cracks spread out like spider webs on the surface of the hard stone.

At a certain moment, the eight figures opened their eyes almost at the same time, and quickly exchanged glances with each other, their eyes full of excitement.

Since the eight people started the secret art, it has been a year, four months and seven days, and it is only one step away from being completed.

"Blood Sacrifice!"

An old man with a cloak and a face covered with bark-like wrinkles snorted, and the other seven all looked awe-inspired, and without hesitation, they forced out a drop of essence blood, and with a flick of their fingers, eight drops of hot essence blood flew towards the center of the altar, and the rich energy inside was emanated.

On the altar, the dozens of beasts that were originally like dead corpses came to life one by one, and the beast's pupils opened, not revealing the fierce light they should have, but filled with horror, as if they realized some terrible existence.

Then, the dozens of beasts roared one after another, not so much roaring as roaring, pushing each other and trying to leave the altar in a hurry.

"Bang!" an eagle, with wings ten meters wide, was the first to fly out, and was about to leave the altar, but suddenly burst open, and blood spilled down on the altar, seeping into the cracks in the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in less than ten seconds, it disappeared completely.

Then, a tiger weighing about half a ton will do the same, and then a giant whale about 40 meters long will do the same....

After three minutes, the altar stopped trembling and returned to calm, dozens of beasts, more than a hundred, as if they had disappeared out of thin air, not a single piece of flesh on the altar, not a single bone, not a drop of blood.

Bang!

In this way, the silence lasted for a long time, and suddenly the altar trembled without warning, several times more violent than before, and a strange red light came out from the cracks in the earth's surface.

The eight figures suddenly got up, and their faces showed unconcealable excitement, and the old man's voice trembled slightly: "My emperor is finally going to wake up." He turned around and walked out of the altar, as did the other seven.

Outside the altar, eight directions, eight people stood with their heads bowed, their faces full of respect, although their age was not younger than the one in the underground sarcophagus, and even two of them were the older generations of the one, but among the blood clans, the most particular thing is to respect the upper and lower levels, in front of the emperors of the past dynasties, whether it is the elder of the family, the prince, or the king of the county, they are all slaves, and they must grovel and obey.

Compared to the emperors of previous dynasties, the one in the sarcophagus is the existence that is most likely to break through to the legendary realm after Cain, the ancestor of the blood clan.

After a long time, the demonic red light gradually converged, and in the center of the altar, a huge sarcophagus with a length and width of more than 100 meters slowly rose from the ground, and the sarcophagus was depicted with very cumbersome patterns on the outside, and the red light appeared in Yingying, giving an indescribable sense of mystery, as long as you look at it, the soul will be deeply attracted by it.

"Hmm..." The sarcophagus rose to a point of about twenty meters above the ground before it came to a standstill, and then, a long sigh was heard, lingering in this forbidden place.

The eight immediately knelt down in unison, bowed to the ground, burst into tears, and shouted: "Welcome to my emperor!"

"Click. The heavy lid of the coffin was removed, and a figure sat up, red as blood, exuding an indissoluble blood, and a pair of extremely indifferent eyes looked around, and that look alone made the people tremble, and quickly buried their heads in the ground.

"How long has it been?" An indifferent voice came, and the old man hurriedly said, "One hundred and eight years." ”

"Hmm, has the first generation of spirit beasts been born?"

"It's been six years since the Great Era began. ”

"What about the seeds of the times?"

"Twenty-seven people are known at the moment. ”

"Hmm? A hundred years ago, Elder Wu didn't have a fortune telling, the number of Great Era Dominating Seeds was thirty, and in addition to me, there were twenty-nine, and there were two less. “

The old man trembled: "Emperor, in this year, the five branches of my blood clan have been destroyed, and the headquarters is currently in a state of unsealing, so..."

"Who, who's so daring?"

"Elf clan, Qin Tian is still alive. ”

The conversation came to an abrupt end, and after a long silence, another instruction came: "I still need a month, after a month, I want twenty-nine lists, as well as detailed information, in addition, give the elves a war letter, if Qin Tian does not dare to come to the northern high seas to fight with me, I will personally visit the elves." ”

The old man should be.

In the sarcophagus, the figure lay down again, the coffin lid closed automatically, and in the pools all over the forbidden place, the blood water seemed to be under some kind of traction, and the waveless blood water churned slightly, and the bloody breath in the air became more and more intense...

At the same time, in a certain valley in Huaxia thousands of miles away from the headquarters of the Blood Clan, under the layers of dense fog, it was also gloomy, less bloody than the Blood Clan's realm, and more depressing dead air.

Unknown area, on the shore of the cliff, Ye Ning sat quietly, as if petrified, in front of him, there was a bottomless abyss, with gusts of yin wind coming up from the abyss, no one in the world really knew what the bottom of the abyss was, but according to the vague records in the anonymous classics, guessed that the end of the abyss was the Yellow Spring, hell.

Not far behind Ye Ning, Meng Jiao stuffed a pill into Fang Lan's mouth, in this dark day, it may be the most gloomy place in the world, it will be two years in another month, Rao is Meng Jiao's body is pure yin blood, and it is almost on the verge of the limit, the vitality in the body has passed by six or seven percent, and the blood and qi level is less than three percent of the normal level, just with this trace of obsession.

And Fang Lan was even more unbearable, in the first year of Ye Ning's double holiday, she was still able to barely support, and her realm was quickly improved to the Great Consummation of Ning Dan, but after Ye Ning entered the cultivation, the vitality in her body passed rapidly, and she needed Meng Jiao's pills every seven days to serve, and between the two life and death lines, she survived by Ye Bai's contribution of essence and blood.

It can be said that for nearly ten months, she has been hovering on the edge of life and death, in the torment of living like a year, right now, she is lying flat on the ground, her face is black, her lips are purple, and her whole body is cold, if it is not for the fact that there is still some vitality in her body, she looks no different from a dead person.

Behind the two women, a giant beast was crawling there, the original snow-white hair, now it had turned light gray, two years, whether it was Ye Ning's cultivation needs, or to renew Fang Lan's life, he had paid too much essence and blood, even if he broke through to the realm of leaving the earth, he was overwhelmed, although he did not die, but his state was extremely bad.

On the left and right of the giant beast, there was a man and a woman, respectively, the princess of the elf clan, and the prince of the Hamasun tribe, who was arranged by the black master for almost a year, and in this year, Ye Ning had not woken up from the state of cultivation, because the special blood of the two of them had not been able to help Ye Ning's cultivation for the time being, fortunately, both of them were strong people who were away from the dust, even though it was difficult to adapt to the environment here, but they were not worried about life.

Time passed quietly, as if there was no end, and as if it did not exist.

Rumble!

At a certain moment without any warning, a black mist that was so thick that it could not be dissolved burst out from Ye Ning's body, like a smashing flood, and in an instant, it was shrouded in within a radius of one kilometer.

The aura of silence that was suppressed to the extreme made Meng Jiao and the others shudder, and an extreme fear that had never existed before gushed out uncontrollably from the depths of their hearts, and the closed eyes of the giant beast suddenly opened, and two rays of light flashed.

"This breath is different from the sky when it is away from the dust, big brother, you have successfully broken through?"