There are such huge giants in this world.

Before seeing the corpse of this giant, Lin Mu never dreamed of this kind of scene.

The soul was shocked like never before.

"What is the identity of this giant corpse, and why was its heart gouged out? He was also buried in the Qingxu Cave. ”

Lin Mu's mind turned rapidly.

Thinking that what everyone is absorbing now is actually the blood of this giant's corpse, and deep in his soul, he feels a chill.

"I can't absorb too much, although this giant corpse is dead, but if I absorb too much blood from it, I will have a hunch that something bad will happen."

Lin Mu vaguely felt that that kind of bad thing was similar to a curse.

If the giant's heart is gouged out, how can it be without hatred and resentment, and if it attracts its resentment to possess it, it will be more than worth the loss.

Half an hour passed silently.

A disciple of Taixuanzong persevered for forty-eight minutes, and finally reached the limit at this time.

With a low roar of pain, he jerked out of the pool of blood.

At this point, there were only five people left in the blood pool.

Lin Mu did not pay attention to the surrounding situation.

Because the true qi in his body was boiling again at this time.

Under the operation of the Northern Hell, Lin Mu's speed of absorbing blood energy was at least a hundred times faster than that of others.

Therefore, for others, half an hour of devoured energy is about equivalent to several months of cultivation, and for Lin Mu, it saves several years of effort.

Sixth-Order Martial Artist.

Lin Mu finally broke through again.

This cultivation is still at the bottom among the masters of this Qingxu Cave Mansion, and even Du Wanxue and Chen Xiaofu are inferior.

But for Lin Mu, it is of great significance.

The energy required for each level he ascended was dozens of times that of ordinary people, so with each promotion, the increased strength was no less than that of the Great Martial Master.

"Absorb, give me all the strength to absorb."

The more blood absorbed, the stronger the sense of crisis in Lin Mu's heart.

He could only speed up the devouring and absorption, and reap the greatest benefits before the crisis completely broke out.

Others, however, were numb from shock at this time.

At the same time, almost all of them had a fiery glint in their eyes.

The people of other forces are the flames of greed, and those of the Iron Sword are the flames of reverence.

In the hearts of the powerhouses of the Iron Sword Dao, it was a matter of course that Lin Mu could hold on for so long, because Lin Mu was the embodiment of the ancestral sword.

Three minutes later, the disciple of the Iron Sword Dao finally couldn't hold on, and he soaked in the blood pool for fifty-nine minutes.

"Unforgivable."

Ten minutes later, Guo Xun's face turned red and jumped out of the pool of blood.

Standing on the edge of the blood pool, he looked at Lin Mu's gaze, which was extremely gloomy.

This small indigenous character, who doesn't know what secret treasure he has in his hands, is still in the blood pool.

After fifteen minutes, even Bai Qiong of the Xuanbing Sect couldn't hold on, and the time he insisted on it was eighty-two minutes.

Now, there are only two people left in the blood pool, the red-robed youth of Taixuanzong and Lin Mu.

The red-robed youth has been soaked for ninety-two minutes, and Lin Mu has been soaked for forty-five minutes.

"Hurry, hurry."

Others' eyes were still focused on Lin Mu and the red-robed youth.

Lin Mu kept an eye on the giant corpse below.

Originally, the reason why those negative energies in the giant's corpse did not explode was because the giant's blood was too vigorous, and all the negative energies were suppressed.

However, now, as the amount of blood absorbed continues to increase, the force of repression is also rapidly weakening.

Lin Mu had even seen that there was a trace of black and gloomy energy emanating from the giant's corpse.

At this time, these negative eerie energies had only just appeared, and they did not dare to invade the blood of the giant's corpse.

But Lin Mu believed that when the blood of the giant's corpse continued to decrease, these negative energies would explode sooner or later.

Therefore, he must seize the time to absorb as much blood as possible before these negative energies erupt.

In the blink of an eye, another five minutes had passed.

The red-robed young man no longer looked calm, and sweat began to flow from his forehead.

Obviously, his endurance is also reaching its limit.

Could it be that this test of the blood pool was Lin Mu's persistence to the end?

Although Lin Mu's persistence was still not as long as that of the red-robed youth, and even inferior to Guo Xun and the disciples of the Iron Sword Dao, if he was the only one left in the blood pool, it would be equally dazzling.

"The seventh order of the martial artist, only a trace away from the seventh order of the martial artist."

Lin Mu's heart was tense and he shouted frantically.

It's a pity that at this moment, the giant's blood has been absorbed too much, and it can't suppress those negative energies, and it begins to have black and gloomy energy, drilling into the blood.

"It's too late, you have to leave immediately."

Compared with cultivating for breakthroughs, Lin Mu cherishes his life more.

Immediately, without hesitation, he jumped out of the pool of blood.

"Lin Mu finally couldn't hold on."

"For a full fifty minutes, with his cultivation, he said that if he didn't rely on the supreme treasure, he wouldn't believe in the ghosts."

There was an exclamation all around.

Lin Mu didn't bother to pay attention to them, and there was only one thought in his heart: "Leave this ghost place immediately." ”

He couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if the negative energy burst in the giant's corpse.

But given the sheer size of the corpse, he was certain that the consequences would not be pretty.

"Lin Mu, stop for me."

"Want to escape? Everyone stopped him, there must be a treasure in him. ”

Seeing Lin Mu's behavior, people subconsciously thought that Lin Mu was afraid that everyone was plotting against his treasure, so he hurriedly fled.

"Hand over the Treasure."

The first to strike was a disciple of the Xuanbing Sect.

This disciple is a fifth-order great martial artist, even if he is suppressed to the level of a consummation martial artist, he is still strong.

When he made a move, his eyes were full of pride.

If you can kill Lin Mu this time, you can not only get Lin Mu's treasure, but also complete the task of the sect, which is really a double win.

As for the soul ring on Lin Mu's body, he was naturally jealous.

But wealth is in danger, not risky, where there is a big harvest.

What's more, he believed that with his own attack speed, it was enough for Lin Mu, a martial artist, to not react, and he didn't even have a chance to use the soul ring.

"Get out."

The corpse of the giant was about to explode, how could Lin Mu have the strength to deal with these people.

Without hesitation, he directly used his strongest strength.

As for the speed of reaction?

With his divine soul and heavenly eye, his reaction speed is not at all what these people can imagine.

The great martial artist thought that he was very fast, but he didn't know that when he fell under the shroud of Lin Mu's divine soul and heavenly eye, it was as slow as a turtle.

Soul power, attack!

In an instant, the movements of the disciples of the Xuanbing Sect stiffened suddenly.

King Kong Tiger Fist.

Like a dragon swinging its tail, Lin Mu punched his backhand and hit it with lightning speed.

Recite!

In a trance, people seemed to hear an ancient desolate dragon groan, coming from Lin Mu's fist.

I saw a flash of light and shadow, and Lin Muren had already flashed in front of the disciple of the Xuanbing Sect.

The fist, like a cannonball, smashed out, and slammed into the chest of the Xuanbing Sect disciple.

With a bang, accompanied by a string of blood, the body of the Xuanbing Sect disciple crossed a parabola in the air, and finally pounced and fell into the pool of blood.