And at this moment, the blood on the statue of the ancestor is becoming more and more condensed.

A drop of blood glowing golden appeared in the field.

When I saw this drop of blood, my eyes were hot, and my face was almost crazy and fanatical!

Blood of a saint!

With this drop of saint blood, he could go one step further, and he would be able to get a glimpse of the supreme realm!

Hope, just around the corner.

And in the field, no one can stop it!

"Hahaha!"

Immeasurable laughter, although Kunlun Lao Dao and Murong Heng tried their best to stop it, their speed was far less than immeasurable.

Seeing that the immeasurable and the blood of the saint were getting closer and closer, Su Mu finally opened his eyes!

It's just that Su Mu didn't have any blocking movements.

Still from immeasurable to the blood of the saints.

Just when everyone thought that this drop of saint's blood was about to die immeasurably.

The blood of the saint shook suddenly, and an unparalleled coercion suddenly erupted from within it, directly shaking immeasurably away.

This coercion seemed to be the wrath of heaven and earth, so that everyone couldn't raise their heads for a while, and they didn't dare to stare at that drop of blood at all.

And Wuliang's heart was full of disbelief, looking at his right hand that had turned into charcoal, his heart had already begun to panic.

How can a drop of blood be so powerful?

How can a beaked duck fly like this?!

Wuliang was not reconciled at all, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he went to the blood of the saint again under the coercion.

Even if he is seriously injured, as long as he can obtain the blood of a saint, he is willing!

But reality is often cruel!

This time, Wuliang didn't even enter within a zhang of the blood of the saint, his body had already begun to crack, and if he moved forward, his form and spirit were destroyed!

Between desire and death, Wuliang finally chose to retreat.

But in the midst of this hesitation, the arms of the immeasurable have been destroyed, and the body has been seriously injured.

At the moment, his breath was sluggish, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

He did a lot of calculations, but he didn't count this scene.

The blood of the saint is placed in front of his eyes, but he has no way to get it!

Even, it has fallen into the way it is now.

Everyone in Kunlun looked at this scene in amazement.

Except for a very small number of people who knew that this drop of blood was the blood of a saint, they had no idea what was going on.

What they saw was that they were so strong that they were wounded by a drop of blood.

Their Kunlun Sect, there is such an anti-heaven thing?

Lao Dao's face didn't know whether he was happy or sad at the moment, and he was happy that the blood of the saint had not fallen into the hands of immeasurables.

Sadly, this drop of saint's blood is far stronger than he imagined, and who can accept such a rebellious thing?

Throughout the thousands of years in Kunlun, it seems that except for the ancestors, it is impossible to say that it is subdued, just perception.

It is no wonder that in the past thousands of years, no one in the Kunlun Sect has ever received this drop of blood.

It's them, unworthy!

"What is Senior Brother Su Mu going to do?!"

An exclamation pulled everyone back from shock to reality.

Because Su Mu was actually walking towards that drop of blood!

"Senior Brother Su Mu, don't go over, it's dangerous!"

"Xiao Mu, don't be impulsive!"

Seeing what Su Mu did, everyone suddenly felt heartbroken.

The immeasurable tragic situation is still vivid, and Su Mu, whose strength is far lower than the immeasurable, may not be able to touch the blood of the saint at all, and he will turn into powder.

But Su Mu turned a deaf ear to everyone's admonitions, and walked straight towards the blood that was terrifying.

Lao Dao's eyes were full of anxiety, but he was helpless, he couldn't get close to the drop of blood at all.

Murong Heng looked calm, his eyes were full of expectation, would this mysterious young man create a miracle again?

Jiang Yanli had already withdrawn from her cultivation state, although there was a lot of qi and blood striving to drill into her body.

But it was in this way that she could feel the pressure of that drop of blood.

If what she just absorbed was a trickle, then that drop of blood was a raging sea.

Senior brother, can you really succeed?

Murong Yue, Xiao Li and the others looked calm, after getting along for such a long time, their worship of Su Mu had been carved into their bones.

What others can't do, Su Muneng can!

What others can do, Su Mu can do better!

This is Su Mu in their eyes!

The omnipotent Su Mu!

But Wumei's eyes were full of mockery, as the only person in the field who had close contact with the blood of the saint.

He knew the horror of this drop of blood, and even in the entire Desolate Heaven Dao Domain, no one would necessarily be able to take it away, let alone a yellow-mouthed child.

Ignorance is the biggest cause of his death!

He could even imagine how Su Mu was crushed into flesh foam by the incomparably powerful energy of that drop of blood in an instant.

There were even cries in the Kunlun Sect,

"Senior Brother Su Mu, don't!"

But soon, there was silence in the field.

There was only a heavy wheezing sound.

Because Su Mu is not dead!

Not even a little affected!

Ten zhang!

Hachijo!

Five!

……

One foot!

It was difficult to get up and coerc, and for Su Mu at this moment, it seemed as if it didn't exist at all!

Just here, Wuliang was seriously injured and couldn't exist for half a step.

No matter how mysterious and powerful Su Mu is, he should stop here......

But after resisting for a while, Su Mu didn't seem to know what death was, so he went straight in.

And the attack that everyone imagined did not come, and everything was so calm.

The gloomy face of the immeasurable cracks was about to drip water, why could Su Mu enter within a zhang, why didn't Su Mu have that damn coercion!

Could it be that the coercion is gone?

Thinking of this, Wuliang actually rushed forward again, the blood of the saint could only belong to him!

But this time, Wuliang didn't even enter a zhang, and was directly shot away.

It's not that the coercion has disappeared, it's that Su Mu is too strong!

But it makes people even more suspicious that life is still to come!

But in an instant, Su Mu had already come to this drop of blood.

Everyone didn't dare to take a breath at the moment.

Su Mu, can you really break common sense?

But at this moment, this terrifying drop of blood slowly descended in front of Su Mu, and he didn't dare to stay above Su Mu at all, let alone look at him at eye level.

It seems, extremely frightened?

Are they feeling wrong?

What they didn't expect was that this drop of blood began to circle around Su Mu.

Want to enter Su Mu's body, but are a little afraid?

Such a powerful existence, it seems to be currying favor with Su Mu at this moment?

The crowd is already stupid.

Is this still the existence of the powerful suppression just now?

It's fake, isn't it?

It wasn't until Su Mu raised his hand to absorb the blood of the saint into his body that everyone reacted.

The overwhelming coercion of the field is gone.

I don't know when the glow of the sky has dissipated,

The horrible drop of blood was gone.

Su Mu succeeded.

It's as simple as eating and drinking, and subduing a treasure that can't even be touched immeasurably!

No cheers, no screams.

Yes, it's just numbness!

was changed one after another, and the amazement was no longer enough to express the shock at the moment.

This Su Mu, what else can't he do and dare not do!

But at this moment, the immeasurable figure suddenly rushed towards Su Mu.

Without the coercion of that drop of blood, even if he was seriously injured, he was still the strongest in the field!