The Face of Blood.

This skill can't directly increase Lu En's combat power, and even weaken it, after all, if you want to condense the blood face, he needs to consume part of his own strength, and this is not like the consumption of transforming blood servants, it can be gradually recovered, this is more like a stripping!

A blood-red mask with strange patterns on it is placed on the table, the image is very simple, but there is a kind of magical magic inexplicably, prompting everyone who sees him to involuntarily have an urge and desire to wear it.

However, Lu En's expression was a little complicated at this time.

After obtaining the skill, he naturally experimented for the first time, and successfully condensed a bloody face, of course, there are consequences, and they are very serious.

"Spirit: 5.2(52)"

"Power: 4.7 (47)"

"Stamina: 5.2 (52)"

"Dexterity: 4.7(47)"

This is his four-dimensional attribute now, that's right, after condensing the blood face, each item has decreased by 3, and the total is a full 12 points less, which is no longer a small number, Lu En suddenly felt that he had an obvious weakness.

The function of the Blood Face is that the user can obtain part of the power of the Blood Lord, and this part of the power naturally cannot be born out of thin air, nor can it be done with a drop of blood like the Blood Clan, and it really requires him to cut the flesh.

In the same way, any creature that has obtained the face of blood can be regarded as a step to the sky, gaining great strength, and at its peak, it can become an extreme powerhouse like the previous Luen, with full four dimensions, and if you are lucky, you can even get some kind of weakened version of Luen's ability.

Of course, if you calculate it this way, Lu En is undoubtedly a blood loss, consuming his own strength, but what he achieves is others, even if he is an extreme powerhouse, it will not help him in the slightest now, if there is no latter sentence to grow.

Undoubtedly, this made this skill a miracle.

The three words of growth represent infinite potential and possibility.

That is to say, every face of blood can grow infinitely, and the upper limit is determined by the host, it may only be a limit powerhouse with full four-dimensional perfection, but it is also possible to break through the limit and become a strong person at the bishop or even archbishop level!

And because it is the power that Lu En divided, he can also choose to take it back, in this way, he only pays part of the power, but what he gets may be ten times or even a hundred times the return, no matter how bad it is, the host can also recover the cost if he becomes an extreme powerhouse, it is simply a sure win!

Moreover, the Blood Face can be taken, which is destined to weed out countless unqualified hosts, ensuring that the last master must be the cunning, cruel, and powerful one.

There are countless people in this world who are mediocre and live ordinary lives, for them, maybe sometimes what is lacking is such an opportunity, even if Lu En sows a deadly poison bait, there will still be countless people who are willing to take it one after another.

There is no doubt that this is a sustainable development path with predictable returns, but after thinking about it, Lu En still suppressed the urge to condense ten or eight pieces of blood and wait for the harvest, but pressed his hand on the condensed blood surface on the table and turned it back into flowing blood.

......

Hotel.

Simon is still alone, the mentor who appeared last night seems to be just a flash in the pan, and even the blue who has been watching outside has not been able to find out how he appeared and how he left, but early in the morning, Simon changed his confusion yesterday and had a clear goal.

He packed his bags, didn't even bother to eat breakfast, and hurriedly took a taxi to the outside of Camp, and by the time Luen got the news, he had already walked a third of the way.

"The destination is a deserted temple outside of Camp?"

Luen touched his chin and looked at Adolf standing respectfully next to him, fortunately Simon was not familiar with Camp City, so he took the map early in the morning and asked the hotel staff, so that Luen could know where he wanted to go so quickly.

"Yes, master, the temple is in a state of ruin, and many locals don't know it, here are the details. ”

He handed Luan all the information he could gather, including some text and pictures, which had been left behind by an archaeological research team when the temple had just been discovered years ago.

"The research team originally thought it was a legacy of the Third Dynasty, but after research, it turned out that it did not belong to the style of any era, and a lot of strange things happened in the process, and in the end, most of the team chose to leave, but it is said that most of the members died mysteriously later. ”

"...... so"

Luen's tone paused for a moment, his eyes were a little deep, and he suddenly pulled out a yellowed old-fashioned photo from the data, which looked like a group photo of the entire research team, some young men and women were lively and flying in front of the camera, and there were several old and dignified figures, and in the far right position of the last row, a young man with a hood looked out of place with his surroundings.

His head was lowered, giving people the feeling that he was trying to suppress something, and the members around him also vaguely distanced themselves from him, with an obvious sense of alienation and rejection.

"When is this the matter, I said this research team. ”

Lu En pressed his finger on the hooded man's figure and asked out loud.

"Probably, about twenty-five years ago. ”

Adolf replied.

"Kind of interesting, Nightmare Face?"

Lu En narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself, a bold idea suddenly born in his heart.

......

A few hours later, the scorching sun had evaporated all the morning dewdrops, and Simon emerged from a wooded field with a disgraced face, his clothes and pants covered in green slurry and dirt, looking out towards a clearing in the woods.

It was a dilapidated building, with scattered and badly weathered stone bricks on the floor, covered with vines and even small saplings.

"This is the temple that the Mentor is talking about?"

He muttered to himself, a flash of fear flashed in his eyes, the temple is not terrible, and the abandoned temple is nothing to be afraid of, but according to the mentor, there is an unknown evil spirit entrenched in it, a terrifying existence that calls itself a nightmare, and the dilapidated building in front of him is already like a demon cave in his eyes.

He had arrived two hours early, but a car accident suddenly happened to be in front of him, causing him to be delayed for some time, and he arrived here almost at noon.

"Is there really an evil spirit in this?"

He swallowed and cautiously took two steps forward, feeling like he was on his way to death.

Half of the temple's outer walls had collapsed, covered with fallen leaves and moss, some unknown carvings and stone statues looked mostly blurred, and the door frame and even the gate at the entrance had long since disappeared, leaving only a black and swarthy hole, like a large mouth that had chosen people to eat.

The overall area of this temple is very small, so the main body is still relatively intact, Simon looked around and found that the other sides were piled up with rocks, which looked a little shaky, so he finally gritted his teeth and decided to enter from the front.

He had no choice.

"I hope the mentor didn't lie to me, he really had contact with this so-called nightmare......"

Simon held a candle in his hand and walked in tremblingly, but he didn't realize that after he entered, there was an extra black-robed man in the forest, looking at this scene, his eyes showed slight doubts.