Lin Mo condensed his senses, only to feel that the divine blood contained a huge amount of energy, as if he had an autonomous consciousness, and he tried his best to integrate into his body.

"Is this the mystery of God's blood? Can it improve one's cultivation and even prolong one's life?" A bold thought appeared in Lin Mo's heart.

He carefully manipulated the True Yuan, dragging more drops of blood to his fingers. The aura emitted by the divine blood became stronger and stronger, and beads of sweat faintly appeared on Lin Mo's forehead.

At this moment, a cold chill spread from the divine blood, and Lin Mo's heart moved, and he hurriedly broke off the connection with the divine blood. The blood of the gods turned into a puddle again, and lay quietly at the bottom of the bowl.

"Sure enough, it's far from being an idle thing, and it needs to be treated with caution." Lin Mo sighed lightly. He decided to preserve the divine blood first, and then study its mysteries later when he cultivated to a higher level.

Lin Mo turned into a merchant and came to a downtown area. He made a big splash in the shop, saying that he had learned that a demon cultivator had seized the blood of an ancient god, causing instability in the spirit world.

The remarks caused an immediate sensation, and everyone was discussing this unbelievable news. Lin Mo smiled slightly, turned around and left the town.

The news quickly reached Huangliang Lingjun's ears, and he was shocked: "The blood of the ancient gods has reappeared in the human world, this matter is not trivial!"

Subsequently, Huangliang Lingjun organized people to conduct investigations in various parts of the spirit world, trying to find out the demon cultivator who had captured the blood of the gods.

A few months later, Huangliang Lingjun finally locked on several suspicious targets, and one of them, an old demon who lived in seclusion deep in the mountains, was extremely suspicious. So Huangliang Lingjun personally led people to search for him.

However, despite rummaging through the old demon's caves, he didn't find a single clue. Huangliang Lingjun had no choice but to leave, and the whereabouts of the divine blood became a mystery.

And the reason for all this is because of Lin Mo's false rumors. He managed to divert attention and buy himself precious time.

After living in seclusion in the cave for more than three years, Lin Mo felt that the rumors outside should gradually subside.

He leapt to the top of the hill and looked into the distance, and the man who pursued him in a frenzy was long gone. Lin Mo narrowed his eyes, and the figure of a flying dragon could be faintly seen in the sky, which was the Huangliang Lingjun mount.

"Looks like he's left the area and gone elsewhere in search of divine blood." Lin Mo thought to himself.

So he returned to the cave and began to pack his bags. Years of seclusion made his clothes a little ragged, Lin Mo used his magic power to conjure up a set of cyan robes, and stuffed a few pieces of wild fruits in his mouth with soil escape.

"I have been in retreat here for many years, and my cultivation has reached the realm of God. Now is the time to leave here and embark on a new journey."

Lin Mo smiled slightly, stepped out of this forest sea, and started a new adventure.

Lin Mo came to an inconspicuous small city, where it was calm and peaceful, and there was no dispute with the world.

He transforms into an ordinary middle-aged man, dressed in a coarse cloth shirt and carrying a shabby bag. This is exactly the outfit of ordinary body refiners passing by here.

Lin Mo walked lightly in the city, and when he passed by a pharmacy, he walked in.

"What does this guest need?" The pharmacy owner greeted warmly.

"Let's have some gold sore medicine and hemostatic pills." Lin Mo said.

The boss hurriedly packed the medicine, and after Lin Mo paid for the medicine, he left in a hurry.

Out of the city, Lin Mo took a long breath and continued to embark on the journey. He must always be vigilant and careful to hide his identity. Only in this way can we get through this period of time safely.

As the years passed, rumors of divine blood faded from the conversation. When they first heard about this, the martial arts masters who flocked to it also left Sunset City in twos and threes.

After a long investigation, Huangliang Lingjun finally confirmed that this was nothing more than a miscommunication. He also shook his head helplessly and rode away on Qingluan.

The whereabouts of the divine blood became an unsolved mystery, and no one knew that Lin Mo had already pocketed it. As time passed, the matter finally came to an end, and the power of the divine blood continued to sleep, waiting for the moment of awakening.

Thousands of miles away in a nameless village, the villagers were busy working, and suddenly the sky darkened.

"What's going on? Why is it suddenly dark?"

"The elders in the family didn't say that they wanted to change the sky!"

The villagers looked up one after another, only to see the northern sky intertwined with electricity and light, dark clouds rolling, and a huge whirlpool was forming.

"This is, Thunder Tribulation! I've never seen such a powerful thunderstorm!" An old man exclaimed.

"It's horrible! Will it destroy our village?" A little girl ran into her mother's arms crying.

The thunder roared in the thunderstorm, and the villagers watched in disbelief at the magnificent scene in the northern sky, fearing that the catastrophe would bring them a devastating blow.

On the other side of the village, near a huge mountain, a group of knights also witnessed the magnificence of this catastrophe. The sky was filled with lightning and thunder, as if the whole world was trembling.

An old man and two young boys from the knights' ranks were also drawn in, both shocked by the anomaly of the catastrophe.

The old man frowned and said thoughtfully, "This is not an ordinary thunder tribulation, this is a rare spiritual thunder tribulation, and the power is extremely huge. It seems that this catastrophe will trigger a huge change."

The young boys, pale-faced, had witnessed such a terrible scene for the first time. In the lightning, a huge thunderbird soared, as if it was the embodiment of the thunderstorm, with the power of destruction.

The power of the Tribulation caught their attention, causing them to halt their convoy......

Rolling dark clouds obscured the sky, and rumbling thunder was heard in the mountains. A group of monks were gathered on the mountainside to watch the sudden catastrophe.

"What kind of catastrophe is this? Why did it happen so suddenly?" A young monk asked, puzzled.

"Maybe it's because the spiritual veins have fluctuated too much recently, causing a catastrophe." An old man speculated.

In the sky, gold and silver thunder flashed in the dark clouds, making a deafening explosion that hit the mountain. The monks felt the powerful energy fluctuations, and they were all shocked by this scene.

At this moment, a figure appeared halfway up the mountain! The man wore a black cloak that covered his face. The monks were in an uproar.

"Great, there's a monk going to survive! We can see the power of the Tribulation up close." A green-robed monk said excitedly.

"What color thunder is this? I remember that the thunder of ordinary Little Tribulation is purple-red." An old man said with a frown.

"You're mistaken, when I first advanced, I saw a few seniors spend the Little Heavenly Tribulation, and the heavenly thunder was all purple." A young man in yellow retorted.

"No, I've seen the elders survive the Great Heavenly Tribulation with my own eyes, and the heavenly thunder that time was all purple and golden, which was very terrifying." The old man insisted on his opinion.

"This time it doesn't look trivial, isn't it a great catastrophe?" Another monk asked.

Another monk chimed in, "I remember seeing an elder go through a similar tribulation, when the color of the thunder was cyan instead of the gold and silver in front of him."

"I remember that during the Great Tribulation, the mountains were going to collapse, and the aura gathered into huge waves, which is obviously not like this time." The young man in yellow analyzed.

The old man and the others looked at each other, both puzzled. What kind of catastrophe this is, it seems to have never been seen before.

"The power of this heavenly thunder is stronger than any small heavenly tribulation I have ever seen, and even the mountains are shaking." The old man frowned and said.

"But it's not to the level of the Great Tribulation, if it were a Great Tribulation, the entire mountain would collapse." A middle-aged monk analyzed.

"Didn't you notice that the aura in the heavenly thunder was strange? I feel like it's not just the power of the Thunder Tribulation." The yellow-robed youth reminded.

Everyone looked at it and saw that there was a faint black air flow in the thunder, which appeared and disappeared from time to time, which looked very weird.

"You're right, this could be some kind of mutant catastrophe we've never seen before! I'm afraid that this robbery will be more than lucky." The old man sighed.

One of the yellow-robed young monks frowned and expressed concern: "This thunder, I feel that it is unusual."

Everyone was uneasy about the black qi, what kind of catastrophe this was, it seemed to be beyond their understanding.

The monks were deep in thought, trying to make sense of the catastrophe

Peculiarities. The old man glanced at everyone, his eyes full of steadiness: "No matter what, we must remain vigilant, the power of this catastrophe is far greater than expected, and we cannot take it lightly."

Everyone was still watching, and the thunderstorm did not stop for a moment, it had already begun to fall, and the first few waves of thunder tribulation seemed to be easy for the crossers.

The heavenly thunder seemed to be furious, and one thunderball after another slashed towards the mountain peak. Even the onlookers were shocked.

"What to do? The thunder was so fierce that if it affected us, we would be killed!" One of the monks said aloud.

"Get out of the mountain, don't get hurt!" The old man commanded.

Just as everyone was about to retreat, the figure hidden under the cloak suddenly rushed out of the mountain, bathed in rolling thunder!

"What! He came out of the mountains?" Everyone was amazed.

The man hovered in mid-air, arms open, and greeted every baptism of thunder. The crowd did not understand his intention in doing this, so they could only continue to wait and see.

In the sky, dozens of heavenly thunderbolts were ready to go, converging into a huge thunderball, pressing towards the robbers.

With a wave of his hands, a cloud of gray light shot at the thunderball, and he actually held it up!

"Incredible! His mana is strong enough to take the thunder of the Heavenly Tribulation!" The monks were dumbfounded.

I saw that the robber used all his strength, held the glow in his hand, and slowly lifted the thunderball upward. Thunderball struggled to get out of the trap and made a loud "ping-pong" sound, but it couldn't escape his control after all.

The scene was spectacular, and the valley reverberated with a deafening thunder that shook everyone. Just as the glow lifted the thunderball high, a black hole suddenly appeared and instantly devoured the thunderball.

"It's amazing! The strength of the Looters is far greater than we can imagine." The yellow-robed young man couldn't help but admire.

This scene made everyone unbelievable that the Raider was able to control such a huge amount of power. The faces of the observers were shocked, and they began to realize that this raider was no ordinary man.

The Raider's spells became more and more sophisticated, and he transformed the thunderball that originally threatened the mountainside into golden and silver arcs with unparalleled skill, dancing in the sky like brilliant fireworks. The arc of electricity wrapped around him, forming a fantastical scene.

Then, with the tenderness of a baby, the robber absorbed the golden and silver arcs into his body, as natural as a painter put away his own paintbrush. The arc of electricity gradually dissipated, and the body of the robber became ordinary and dull again.

This scene amazed everyone, and the mysterious spell of the Doomer showed incredible power. However, despite the subtlety of his spells, it is not without a price, as his mana is gradually draining.

The robber did not stop, he cast another complicated spell, only to see that the heavenly thunder intertwined with gold and silver in the sky actually turned into countless arcs of electricity, and fell towards the mountain peak like a silver snake.

Then, with a split of his palms, a hill suddenly appeared, catching all the arcs.

"What kind of method is this? Mountains can grow naturally!" The crowd exclaimed.

The arc flows into the hill with a loud crackling sound. The robber's expression was a little flustered, and he continued to cast spells and spells, trying to seal the energy of the heavenly thunder.

"It's a pity that his skills haven't been completed yet, otherwise this catastrophe would not be a problem." The old man sighed.

Everyone also understood that the Doden was facing a great challenge, and his mana was already rapidly draining.

The raiders are exhausted, and there is not much mana left. However, the catastrophe continues, threatening to consume his life at any moment.

As the arc dissipates, the Doomer rediscovers his true nature. He looked ordinary, like an ordinary monk. However, the name of this ordinary monk surprised everyone.

"Lin Mo!" An observer shouted his name with shock and respect in his voice.

Lin Mo had practiced on the mountainside for more than a hundred years and revived the Yuan Infant, but he didn't expect that when his Yuan Infant recovered, the Heavenly Tribulation of the Spirit Realm would come.

In order to survive this catastrophe, he turned into a catastrophe and used exquisite spells to resist the thunder

Attack, making it difficult for others to distinguish his true identity.

But now that his mana is about to run out, his true face has been revealed, and he has been recognized.

Lin Mo's body was crumbling under the power of the Thunder Tribulation, his mana was close to exhaustion, and he could no longer compete with the Heavenly Thunder.

At this moment, a burst of golden light flashed, and a golden boat-shaped magic weapon appeared in mid-air! On the boat stood two monks in gold armor.

"It's Tianyuanwei!" An old man watching from the bottom of the mountain changed his face and exclaimed.

The sudden appearance of this golden magic boat and golden armor guard made Lin Mo feel extremely surprised, and he stared at the golden court boat tightly, and an inexplicable doubt welled up in his heart.

"Jin Tingzhou is the symbol of the Heavenly Abyss Guard of the Spirit Realm, and the Heavenly Abyss Guard is usually only dispatched in extremely urgent situations." The old man at the bottom of the mountain continued to explain.

Everyone had obviously heard of this famous Tianyuan Guard.

Two monks in golden armor stood in the middle of the boat, holding magic weapons, and quickly pinching the trick in their hands. I saw that the magic weapon shot out a dazzling golden light, and I forcibly took a few heavenly thunders!