Stretching out his head to look at the spiritual pool that exuded a dense brilliance, Qin Hao found that the original strange and magnificent sky scene had disappeared, and the water in the pool had turned into an ordinary stream.

And through the reflection in the water, Qin Hao finally understood that everything just now had indeed happened.

Because in the reflection, his pupils turned dark red!

"What's going on!"

When Qin Hao carefully examined his body, he found that another extremely pure spiritual power was swimming in his body, and there were faint signs of cracking blood vessels and overflowing.

In the strange sky illusion, Qin Hao had fused with the winged Shura figure, could it be that there was such a powerful energy in its body?

And when she was leaving, the woman called warmly to get back the other half of her things. And what about the other half? Isn't my current self complete?

All of this is beyond accountability. But the only thing I could figure out now was that I finally knew where the scarf around my sister's neck came from, and why I had been banished from the fancy attic and driven to live in the middle of nowhere.

Because of re-reviewing, the memory fragment seemed to break some kind of taboo and resurfaced in Qin Hao's mind. He thought about what would happen next after killing eight children......

Because they were too young to be punished, Qin Hao's family was banished to live in the most remote corner of the palace. As a punishment, Qin Hao was deprived of the unique monthly money of his heirs, and Qin Menglan had no choice but to work in the palace to support the young Qin Hao......

When this memory was generated, Qin Hao woke up like a dream. He originally remembered that it was because his mother fell out of favor that he was relegated to a desolate place. How did this false memory appear in my mind!?

The more he pondered, the more afraid Qin Hao felt in his heart. If someone really forcibly tampered with their memory, who would that person be, and what purpose?

But now, Qin Hao knows at least part of the truth. I believe that in the future, as I become stronger and stronger, all the truth will be on the surface of the house......

The scorching spiritual power surging in the undercurrent of the body is surging, and if it cannot be vented well, I am afraid that it will hurt the internal organs of the blood vessels.

With such a good opportunity, Qin Hao naturally couldn't miss it, even if he closed his eyes and concentrated, mobilized the spiritual power of his whole body, and condensed it in the sea of chakras that exuded vigorous brilliance.

The wheel sea poured into a huge amount of spiritual power, rumbling and turbulent, countless spiritual qi erupted from the wheel sea, and the solid structure gradually tended to be unstable, as if it was about to collapse at any time.

In the blood-colored ocean, the raging waves roared, bursting everywhere, the undercurrent surging as if the mountain was collapsing, and in the center of the vast smoke wave, a huge whirlpool suddenly appeared, rolling up the misty spiritual power, all compressed and condensed.

The collapse of the wheel sea and the condensation of the spirit pond are the precursors of promotion to the realm of moving blood. Seeing the sound of the explosion, the crackling sound became more complicated, and Qin Hao's face became more and more ugly.

If it is an ordinary monk who advances, it is considered to be completed by compressing the spiritual power in the wheel sea into a pill, which is not so dangerous, but the spiritual power that Qin Hao has is too vast, and if he is not careful in the compression process, he will die and his soul will be destroyed.

Fortunately, Qin Hao's spiritual power was operated by blood, not meridians. If not, at this time, he would definitely be wiped out by the huge spiritual power, and he would not be able to last for a quarter of an hour.

Whether it is strength or toughness, the blood vessels are greatly stronger than the meridians. Qin Hao's whole body muscles and veins disappeared, but he accidentally obtained the Huang Ting Meridian and transformed the blood vessels into meridians, which could be regarded as a blessing in disguise.

And at this time, Qin Hao finally understood why the old man of the Treasure Pavilion said that if he couldn't comprehend the content of the Huang Ting Sutra before he was promoted to the Blood Realm, he would definitely die.

In the operation of spiritual power, every meridian plays a great role, once there is a blockage, the spiritual power will accumulate from the blockage, and then explode! Fortunately, before this, Qin Hao has already integrated all the blood vessels, otherwise he will inevitably explode and die.

As the whirlpool in the sea of wheels became more and more intense, the bottom of the pool gradually floated a dragon's eye-sized, dark red round pill. A majestic suction burst out from the blood pill, completely absorbing the spiritual power in the spirit pool, and the blood on it became more and more scorching.

Under careful sensing, Qin Hao was able to perceive the terrifying spiritual power contained in the small blood pill. Compared to the full pool of spiritual liquid, it is at least ten times stronger.

The original spiritual pool collapsed, turning into the mother qi of Qingmeng Heaven and Earth, wrapping the Mixed Round Blood Pill in it, slowly rotating it, wrapped in heart-palpitating power.

Condensing the Blood Pill can be regarded as the early stage of promotion to the Blood Moving Realm, and after the Blood Pill has just condensed the Pill, there will be a washing of flesh and blood, which is the legendary Thunder Tribulation!

Cultivating the Tao is to steal the rules of heaven and earth, and if you go against the sky, you will eventually get the curse of heaven. Between the reincarnation of the sea and the Blood Moving Realm, the monk must go through the baptism of the Forty-Nine Thunder Tribulation, and only by surviving the Thunder Tribulation can he be regarded as a successful promotion to the Blood Moving Realm.

Of course, there are no longer a few monks who died tragically in the thunderstorm. Moreover, the strength of the thunderstorm will be determined by the strength of the monk's body, and the success rate of each person is only about fifty percent.

Therefore, this also leads to some people who are greedy for life and afraid of death, and do not dare to survive the thunderstorm, and can only survive in a consummation realm. For example, Li Kushui, he could have been promoted to the realm of inscriptions, but he was afraid that he would not be able to withstand the six or nine heavenly tribulations, so he held back.

After the blood pill was condensed, Qin Hao had a sense in the dark. His own 49 Heavenly Tribulations will occur within three days, but he doesn't know the exact time.

With the current strength of his physical body, Qin Hao was almost completely unafraid of the Thunder Tribulation. If his physical body was comparable to that of a monk at the fifth level of the Wheel Sea, then after strengthening and transforming, he was confident that he would not use spiritual power to fight with the strong people of the same period in the Blood Realm.

After Qin Hao's advanced blood realm was successful, a stone door opened out of thin air on the wall behind the spirit pool, revealing a deep corridor leading to the next area.

The residual toxins of the black thorns are still in the body, if they are not solved, it will be a trouble sooner or later, Qin Hao simply sat down cross-legged on the spot, preparing to meditate first, refining the toxins accumulated in the body, and then go on the road......

If he was willing to walk a hundred and twenty steps down the corridor, he would step up a long series of stairs, and at the end of the staircase he would enter a cave that was terrifyingly empty.

The cave almost hollows out the entire mountain, and in the center of the cave, there is a bronze ancient coffin hanging with a thick iron chain, and the longevity lamp floats in eight directions around the coffin, and the light glows with a faint blue luster.

Around the bronze ancient coffin, there are eight pitch-black nails like huge cylinders standing, each of which is surrounded by five people, and the cylinders have dense blue runes flowing in lustre, with the power of the soul.