The Ancestral Blood Wizard gritted his teeth a little as he spoke, and it was obvious that the conversation just now was not very harmonious.

Wang Ya glanced at the Great Wizard of the Emperor and saw the two fingers under the cuffs.

It's not OK, it's Oye!

"The invitation of the ancestral blood wizard, Nightmare does not dare to disobey." Wang Ya coughed, clasped his hands together, and made a wizarding ritual.

The ancestral blood wizard's eyelids jumped wildly, and his hands hidden in the cuffs drooped down, and it was only after pinching and pinching that he resisted the urge to hit someone.

As he said the truth, he really couldn't beat the Emperor Great Wizard, even if he used the power blessing of the Pillar of Ancestral Blood, he couldn't beat it. There is also a huge difference between wizards and wizards at the same level.

The Great Wizard has lived for too long, and the years have passed, who knows how much heritage has been accumulated, hole cards.

The vast and ancient Emperor Particle Energy alone could overwhelm most of the Radiant Moon Great Wizards.

On the feet of the Pillar of Ancestral Blood, there was a layer of orange-yellow ripple mist, which was very viscous, and it seemed to be wet when you reached out and touched it.

In the special upper and lower corridors like a viewing elevator, the four people stood on the rapidly descending stone platform, and some of the life in the orange and yellow mist could be seen clearly.

Wang Ya came here for the first time and was a little curious.

The Stuffy Gourd Wutu Wizard finally spoke, "No, the stone platform is safe, the orange mist will corrode the flesh, flesh, and particle energy will also be corroded, and it may be contaminated with the ancestral blood curse." ”

Wang Ya, who silently withdrew his arm, nodded at the Wutu wizard.

The pupils flickered with white arcs, and there was a lot of data information collected by scanning.

The Grand Wizard squinted his eyes as if he was napping, and his hands were folded in his cuffs.

The Ancestral Blood Wizard didn't speak all the way, his face was gloomy and full of depression.

Obviously, the importance of the ancestral blood of the root is very important in the bottom of his heart.

The stone platform came to a steady stop.

The orange-yellow mist has turned into a rich liquid, and there is a lot of pitch-black dirt stained on the outer walls of the upper and lower corridors, making it difficult to see the specific external situation.

Wang Ya's expression, from the time he was halfway deeper, had already become solemn.

The Ancestral Blood Wizard frowned slightly, and with fear in his eyes, he walked to the ancient gate facing him, and the relief carving on it depicted an eye, or rather a hole.

The Grand Wizard opened his eyes, thoughtful.

"Behind the door is the root ancestral blood, Nightmare Wizard, you need to walk in alone, whether you can obtain the root ancestral blood, or the second pure ancestral blood, the secondary ancestral blood, depends on your own ability."

Click! The door slowly opened, and the gray atmosphere permeated the air, and the ancient charm made everyone present seem to see the scene of the lost era in the past.

The Ancestral Blood Wizard moved out of the way, and the deep corridor was filled with blood mist, leading to the unknown realm.

The Great Wizard of the Emperor showed a look of curiosity in his eyes, and when he stepped forward, the blood mist instantly fluctuated and spread, and the entire stone gate and the upper and lower corridors began to vibrate, feeling like they were about to collapse at any time.

With a look of hesitation on his face, he paused.

The Ancestral Blood Wizard was nervous, wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, and glanced at the Emperor Wizard with a nostriled face full of indifference.

"The ancestral blood of Wutu is pure ancestral blood, and the ancestral blood beasts that originate from here exist in the species, branches, and divisions of different regions and regions, and the same is true of ancestral blood, the strength of the ancestral blood represents the potential of the ancestral blood that is separated, and the space for improvement."

"The root of my vein is an extremely ancient branch, named - Yanhuang Ancient People."

After Wang Ya walked into the stone gate, the words of the ancestral blood wizard still echoed in his mind.

After entering the Root Ancestral Land, they will be entangled and wrapped in the curse of endless evil resentment, until the body is completely infected, becoming a part of this evil resentment power, and the life after life is integrated into the ancestral blood, which cannot be divided.

It is necessary to absorb enough root ancestral blood power before being completely eroded by consciousness and self, and condense an ancestral blood heart in the body, which can connect the mysterious, unknown, and ancient ancestral blood to the realm of the oldest root; As long as it is the category of ancestral blood, the bearer will sense that special realm.

The eruption of the Wizard of the Earth was linked to the Root Realm, and used itself as a portal to open and receive part of the power.

Wang Ya was interested in ancestral blood, and he also wanted to study the realm of the oldest root of that ancestral blood.

The essence of existence, where it is, and where does the source of power come from? Is it related to the maintenance of the activity of the ancient blood, the origin of the unknown power, and the method of shaping the world of the Nine Heavens Great Wizard.

If he can study and understand, perhaps the biggest secret of the Huiyue level will be revealed by him.

And take this opportunity to use some of the ideas brought by the Legacy of the Leaving Sun to study the rules of wizarding.

The orange and yellow liquid was mixed with a blood-red breath, and its activity was extremely amazing, as if it was memory metal, sensing Wang Ya's arrival, it began to float and twist and deform.

The distorted face with teeth and claws, the strange human form, seemed to peep at Wang Ya's body, spirit, and soul of the evil spirit, resentment, and the kind of extremely crazy malice, even Wang Ya now subconsciously frowned.

Buzzing!

The golden robe on his body, the sacrificial power released, and the aura halo formed by it, isolated a small part of the security realm, making it impossible for those things to get close.

"Hopefully Hallack won't let me down."

Wang Ya raised his right hand, and a mass of active flesh rolled out of the cuff, all black, and the surface was covered with various eyes.

It was the flesh and blood of the Halakgen pillar that had once inherited the rules of the fragments of the Book of Vientiane.

Harak, who was transformed from the origin of the Gendarth Evil God, also has a certain essence of blood rules, and his adaptability is extremely strong.

There is no reason why I can't bear the ancestral blood at the moment.

Unless this part of the ancestral blood is really related to the bloodline rules, and the power contained in it is far from being as weak as the fragment rules.

Exceeded the maximum amount of flesh that the Harrak Pillar could carry.

Wisps of yellow aura were peeled off and entered the black flesh balls covered with eyeballs on the surface, and yellow markings gradually appeared.

The spirit was connected to it, and Wang Ya, who sensed the specific situation, gradually raised a trace of arc at the corner of his mouth.

The power of ancestral blood, even if it is the root ancestral blood, for him, the improvement of combat power is secondary, and the important thing is the value behind it.

The light of the robes of the kingdom of God became more and more dim, and the chanting in the power of sacrifice became quieter and quieter.

Wang Ya felt a lot of pressure, the power of the evil resentment that existed in the land of the root ancestral blood was exaggerated and powerful, endless, and drowned like a wave.

The black wings on the back are stretched out, but they only stretch the safe area to about two meters.

The range is constantly shrinking and the process time is extremely fast.

Ordinary starry wizards are afraid that they have long since melted into a part of the power of evil resentment, becoming a part of the orange and yellow liquid. (End of chapter)