Chapter 1847: The Old Man Arrives!
Rumble!!
When the blood in the blood-colored groove completely converged under Han Chen's body, the stone platform suddenly shook violently, letting out a low roar. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info
At the same time, the blood in the blood trough ravines was boiling violently like boiling water, and wisps of blood-colored mist floated up from the blood, lingering around Han Chen's body.
After ten breaths, the blood in the blood-colored groove has all disappeared, and all of them have turned into blood-colored mist, surging over the stone platform.
But it didn't escape outward, it was very mysterious, and at this time, Han Chen was naturally completely submerged in the blood-colored mist, and he couldn't see it.
"Stinky boy, in order to unlock this seal for you, I didn't hesitate to lose seventy percent of my blood, don't let me down!" Withdrawing his palm, which was still dripping with blood, Han Cang exhaled heavily, and his originally ruddy and healthy face was faintly pale at this time, but his eyes were full of smiles.
The bloodline seal of the Han clan is not simple, otherwise, it will not be used as a means to expel the clansmen and recover the bloodline.
And if you want to undo this seal, it is not simple, and the person who unlocks the seal not only needs the cultivation of the Holy Realm level, but also needs to lose his own bloodline.
It's just that there is no fixed number of how much bloodline will be lost, maybe the bloodline in your body is deep, and one or two achievements are enough. But if the blood veins in your body are weak, then I'm afraid that even if all of them are gone, you won't be able to break the seal.
As the patriarch of the first line, Han Cang has a strong bloodline in his body, which naturally goes without saying, but even so, he still loses seventy percent of his bloodline. It can be seen how difficult it is to unlock the seal for Han Chen.
Of course, there is a lot of blood loss, which is not a bad thing.
After all, Han Cang's move was to use his own bloodline to stimulate the sealed bloodline in Han Chen's body. If Han Chen's blood veins are weak. Then he only needs to lose a few bloodlines to activate it.
And just now, he had lost seventy percent of his bloodline, and with his cultivation to the realm of the Nine-Star Sword Saint, the bloodline in his body was far from being comparable to Han Qianyan, Han Shaohuang, and those juniors.
But Han Chen needed seventy percent of his bloodline to be able to stimulate the bloodline in his body, the bloodline in his body. And how strong will it be?
Just thinking about it is a little scary.
Of course, the two concepts of strong bloodline and strength of bloodline are like the difference between quantity and quality.
Han Qianyan and Han Shaohuang are strong in bloodline because of their cultivation. It is definitely not comparable to Han Cang, but if you talk about the strength of the bloodline. But Han Cang was inferior to them.
"The bloodline is strong, at least comparable to seventy percent of mine, as for the strength of the bloodline, you can only see it after the seal is lifted!" Han Cang shook his head and turned around and walked away.
Stimulate the blood veins in Han Chen's body. It will take a while, he will naturally not wither, he has now lost seventy percent of his bloodline, and he still needs to recover it as soon as possible.
The blood and blood are in the human body. Those who go deep into the bone marrow, as long as people don't die, can recover, this point has been mentioned as early as when Han Cang met Han Chen for the first time that day.
"There are still nine days to go, and the grand meeting in the clan will begin, and I don't know if I can recover in time!"
Shaking his head, Han Cang didn't think much about it, turned over his hand and took out a jade bottle from the empty ring, uncorked the bottle, and poured out three blood-red pills from it, and then without looking at it, he threw it into his mouth with a tilt of his neck, swallowed it, and then began to meditate and recover.
At this time, if Han Chen saw this scene, he would definitely be shocked and wanted to curse, the three pills that Han Cang swallowed were not ordinary pills.
Yuanlong Blood Burning Pill, ranked as an eighth-grade high-grade elixir, a healing holy product, especially for the recovery of blood veins and losses, has a miraculous effect.
This kind of elixir is extremely difficult to refine, not only because of its high grade and difficult to refine, but also because of the medicinal materials required for its refining, it is difficult to find.
Because one of the medicinal products is to need the blood of the true dragon, the blood of the true dragon, and this alone is prohibitive, even if it is the second best, with the blood of those fierce beasts that have been promoted from demonic beasts and transformed into true dragons, it is extremely difficult.
Those who can transform into a true dragon have a strength that is basically comparable to Tianzun, Saint Venerable, and even Saint Realm powerhouses, and it is not easy to get their bloodline.
Han Chen originally wanted to try to find some, let Guiguzi refine a few pills, and give them to the old ancestor Han Yi, hoping that he could restore the bloodline in his body, but in the end, he couldn't find the true dragon blood, so he had to give up.
And now, Han Cang's act of directly swallowing three pieces in one bite will definitely make Han Chen scold.
Time is like flowing water, and a day has passed in a blink of an eye.
In the sword mound, there was still no movement, and on the stone platform, the blood-colored mist was still surging, slightly lighter than a day ago, but it was not obvious, and Han Chen was still sitting firmly in the center of the stone platform.
Han Cang sat cross-legged and meditated not far away, during which he woke up four times, twice to check on Han Chen's condition, and two times, he went deep into the sword mound nine thousand zhang to check Han Ling'er's situation.
In fact, at this time, Han Ling'er was almost the same as Han Chen, the same ten-zhang stone platform, and it was also shrouded in fog, and it was completely invisible.
However, Han Chen was shrouded in a blood-colored mist, which was transformed by Han Cang's bloodline. But what Han Ling'er is shrouded in is a majestic aura.
The aura is like a mist of water.
Han Linger's retreat has been going on for more than half a year, and now, it can be said that it has come to an end.
The nine-rank life weapon in her body has been completely controlled by her, and many other cultivations are also harmonious and accessible, and the rest is only the improvement of the cultivation realm.
For this only daughter, Han Cang is dedicated, although Han Ling'er does not grow up in the Han clan, he will make Han Ling'er's cultivation not inferior to any of the other five veins of a demonic genius, or even stronger.
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Time passed day by day, and the grand event in the Han clan was getting closer and closer.
These days, the mountain gate of the Han clan has become more and more lively day by day, and countless strong people have come from all over the world to step into the small world of the Han clan.
On this day, a handsome young man in a purple robe landed on the mountain gate of the Han clan.
"Hahaha, boss, I'm coming to meet you!" The handsome young man was very arrogant, even a little unscrupulous, as if no one was laughing out loud.
At this time, a middle-aged man also dressed in a purple robe appeared behind him and slapped him on the head.
"What are you doing, old fellow?" the handsome young man glared.
"Who made you stinky boy yell, it shook my eardrums!" the middle-aged man gouged out his ears and said nonchalantly.
"You did it on purpose, I'm going to sue the boss!" handsome boyish furious.
"Stop talking nonsense, let's go in first!"
The middle-aged man didn't bother to quarrel with him, so he picked him up directly, and then stepped into the small world of the Han clan, and behind the middle-aged man, there were dozens of people, all of whom were terrifying. (To be continued.) )