Chapter 148: Soul Blood Ancestral Talisman

In this ancient emperor's ruins, most of the disciples dressed in the costumes of the Lianyun Sect were busy, like headless ants, and they didn't know what to do all day long.

Except for one person, lying in a rocking chair enjoying the service of the pretty maid beside him.

Jin Haocang was dressed in luxurious clothes, the green fan was swaying, and the purple air was compelling. After the pretty maid beside her received the holy treasure fan, she did not resist Jin Gongzi's occasional light oil, but greeted him with a smile.

"Hahaha! These two people are interesting, they are really interesting, it is not in vain that I left them on a whim!" Jin Haocang tasted the taste of the holy fruit and the maid, and saw a three-foot-high blood-colored fountain spewing out from the Stygian Xuan in the distance, and laughed heartily, and for a while he was not so full of complaints about coming to the Eastern Continent this time.

"Young Master Jin, is it possible to act according to the plan now?" The Sect Master of Qishan rushed over at this time, and took advantage of the good mood of Young Master Jin, and hurriedly asked respectfully. At first, Jin Gongzi was bored with what he was doing, so he decided privately about everything he did and didn't dare to bother, but since Jin Gongzi had an order to use that secret treasure again, he naturally wanted to ask Jin Gongzi's opinion.

"Just take care of it yourself, ask me what to do! Even if you follow my orders, if you mess up Uncle Shi, you will still be unable to survive or die, and you won't be able to push it on my head!" Sure enough, Jin Haocang was not interested in what the Qishan Sect Master said at all, and waved his hand to signal to get out, so as not to disturb his interest in looking at the blood-colored fountain.

Hearing the eight big words 'Survive and not die', the Qishan Sect Master shuddered, he had no doubt that the Venerable Master had this ability, don't look at him in front of the Styx Xuan, the Abyss, the strength is incomparable, in front of the Venerable Master is still like an ant, can only be manipulated by him.

Calm down, the Qishan Sect Master took out the wood-colored ancient talisman again, and the complex and obscure lines on it seemed to carry eternity, exuding a strong ancient charm.

"Hey, is this the ancestral talisman that is said to have suppressed the so-called Xuanzu Emperor 10,000 years ago? It doesn't look very good!" Jin Haocang beckoned and snatched the Muse Ancient Talisman over, looking at it over and over again, wanting to find a way.

"Childe, this ......" The Qishan Sect Master was anxious, this ancient talisman was very important, and there could be no mistakes, but he didn't want to snatch it back, and he didn't dare to stop it in the slightest when Jin Haocang took it.

"Don't argue, I'm measured!" Jin Haocang frowned and interrupted the Qishan Sect Master's words, and looked at it carefully for a long time before impatiently throwing it back to the Qishan Sect Master.

"It's so broken......"

"The ancestral talisman is general, it seems that the Xuanzu Emperor, one of the so-called three emperors, is just like this, and he can be suppressed by such a talisman. ”

"But that's right, I just said that the Eastern Continent can produce any great power, it's just that the family records are too mythologized, and what do you say that the battle broke through the earth, and countless Zhongzhou giants collapsed, and it took a thousand years for the entire Zhongzhou to recuperate completely. ”

Jin Haocang muttered with disdain, as early as when he was forced by his family to recite the important events of the past dynasties, he was very dissatisfied with this so-called Emperor Xuanzu, and the lightfallen giant made him memorize it for three days and three nights to memorize it!

In vain!

The Qishan Sect Master was startled when he saw Jin Haocang throwing the Secret Treasure Ancestral Talisman over like that, like a mortal man without any Yuan Force, hurriedly taking the Ancestral Talisman, for fear that something would go wrong.

"I can't mess with it! I can't afford to mess with it!"

The sect master of Qishan saw that the ancestral talisman was unharmed, and breathed a sigh of relief, only then did he secretly slander in his heart, this time he had a lesson, and he was far away from the son of Jin for more than ten zhang before proceeding to the next steps.

Then he took out the blood-colored glazed jade bottle from the space ring, and a golden blood in it flowed spontaneously as if it was alive, and the brilliant golden light did not diminish at all, dazzling as before. It's just that after pulling the cork of the jade bottle again, there is no more vision of the golden dragon, and it is obvious that the holy dragon soul intent sealed with the secret method has dissipated, so it is common.

But the Qishan Sect Master didn't dare to be careless at all, and carefully poured the golden blood in the jade bottle on the wood color ancient rune, flowing along the ancient lines little by little, and gradually the golden yellow light covered the entire wood color ancient rune, but the strange thing was that no matter how fast or slow the Qishan sect master dumped, the golden blood was always in a state of being about to fill but not overflowing in the lines of the wood color ancient rune.

In the plan of the Mystic Master, this ancient wooden talisman had gone through that battle and used it for infinite use, but it was itself severely damaged, and after thousands of years, it was already too dilapidated to be used normally. Not to mention the Holy Cultivation of the Qishan Sect Master, even if the Muse Ancient Talisman was intact, it would not have been able to urge the Wood Ancient Talisman.

However, the Mysterious Venerable Master had his own clever plan, and with the blood of the Holy Dragon's soul, the residual soul intent and the energy contained in it, it was enough to stimulate this wood-colored ancient talisman, so that he could sense the 'key' of the same ancient talisman.

There wasn't much golden blood, but it seeped into the wood-colored ancient talisman even more slowly, and it took dozens of breaths for a drop of holy dragon soul blood to pour it completely. In the past dozens of breaths, the Qishan Sect Master has been preoccupied for more than a hundred years.

At that moment, the Qishan Sect Master breathed a sigh of relief, staring closely at the Muse Ancient Fu, wanting to see every trace of change clearly.

But what disappointed and frightened him was that this wood-colored ancient talisman was undisturbed, plain, and unchanged.

"Failed?"

The Qishan Sect Master was shocked and frightened, how could he fail! If this step fails, he will lose everything in the future!

Could it be that the two of them delayed the best time to use this holy dragon soul blood?

Yes, it must be.

The Qishan Sect Master was frightened, but he was full of anger, and he couldn't wait to turn around and kill the past now, and break the bodies of the two of them to pieces.

"There's still a chance!"

However, the Qishan Sect Master was not carried away by the anger, and stared closely at every bit of change on the Wood Colored Ancient Talisman, and suddenly found that the golden blood that was originally on the verge of overflowing in the Ancient Talisman Pattern was slowly seeping into the Wood Colored Ancient Talisman at this moment.

Rumble!

When the last trace of the Holy Dragon's soul blood completely seeped in, the ancestral talisman that had been as silent as wood finally changed.

The ancestral talisman hung in the air, and the original restrained material was shining at the moment, and each line was shining with green light, one by one, as if someone had drawn a simple pattern with a pen.

When the last lines light up, all the ancient lines are connected into an ancient character that no one can recognize, telling the unknown ancestral glory at the beginning of the world.

"Poof!"

The terrifying coercion that surpassed the holy level suddenly burst out, and the Qishan Sect Master flew away, even if it was more than ten zhang away, the noble Jin Gongzi, who had always been gentle and elegant, stood up in shock, threw away the treasure fan in his hand, and sacrificed the purple gold sword, trying to resist the coercion.

But it is no surprise that under the terrifying coercion beyond the holy level, the personable Jin Gongzi is also like a dead dog.