"I am from the realm of gods, my name has been forgotten, and when I come, they call me the Lord of the Killing Realm, or the Killing God... Before you, there were two more people who entered here, I don't know their names, but if you can enter here, it is because of my fate, I gave the first person to enter, the peerless divine law, and gave me the perception of heaven and earth...

The second person to enter here, I gave him half of the body of the law, and made him have amazing qualifications!

You are the third immortal to enter this place, what do you want..."

Wang Mo was silent, looked at the giant tree after a long time, and slowly spoke: "That white-haired boy, did you force you to retreat?"

"If you don't find the jade pendant that I dissipated back then, I can't help you, but if you find the jade pendant, I can use the jade pendant to exert some of the remaining power... That slave betrayed me back then, and I gave him three chances to be immortal, and the last one was already used up before he could make a move..."

"Why do you want to help me?" Wang Mo suppressed the shock in his heart, did not move, and asked.

Wang Mo's words silenced the giant tree, and after a long time, the murmur echoed with the old man.

"A long time ago, the stars had no distinction between gods and humans, in this boundless and majestic star, there was a holy place, called the divine realm, the divine realm ruled this star, educating all races, originally everything was in the cycle, just because of a war of unknown origin, which made all this earth-shaking drastic changes!

This upheaval has divided the Divine Realm into countless planets, and all living beings have been assigned to different planets...

Wang Mo listened to the words spoken by the old voice, but his heart was like setting off an earth-shattering wave, this kind of secret thing, it is extremely rare for those who know it in the world, and he never thought that this heaven and earth would be so related!

"Murderous, what is it!" Wang Mo's heart shook and he quickly asked.

"I don't know, it's... In order to make me stronger, the Demon Father injected this qi into my body... The moment this murderous aura entered my body, I had a consciousness that I was no longer an ordinary god, but a killing god... Kill all the creatures that stand in my way..."

"I'm helping you because I need your help too, if... In the future, if someone needs your help to do something you don't want to do, I hope you can promise him..."

"If you can do it, then the person who needs your help in the future will reward you and let you fulfill all your long-cherished wishes, even your dead relatives and friends can be reborn and awakened!"

Wang Mo raised his head suddenly, staring at the giant tree, and the whole person fell silent.

"This person must have observed me for a long time over the years, knows everything about me, and even knows my guilt towards Ye Yue and others, he grasped this, and Chi You also said the same thing back then..."

"But now if I want to leave here, I must make a promise with this person, this person is not evil to me, but extremely old-fashioned, from the white-haired young man who rebelled against him, this person is still pedantic because of the previous three immortal words, missed the opportunity to kill the rebellion, and thus left it to the present!"

"What can you give me!" Wang Mo was silent for a moment and said slowly.

As soon as his words fell, the giant tree shook its whole body, but it immediately emanated an earth-shattering coercion from within it, which turned into a storm, and suddenly went straight to Wang Mo, enveloping Wang Mo in an instant, sucking it in, and directly rolling Wang Mo back to the inside of the giant tree.

"I have been contemplating murderous qi for many years, and there are too many secrets contained in it, and I can't see them all, but I can turn it into an imprint from this murderous aura and stay in your soul, although it can't let you ascend to the sky in one step, but it can allow you to evolve the heaven and earth from within it, and how much creation you can make depends on yourself!" The old voice echoed, shook the heavens and the earth, and gradually dissipated.

Time passed, opened the plate of years, and unconsciously, spring went to autumn, the sun and the moon alternated, but another two years passed.

In the wild land in a star field, Zhao Hongxia accompanied the stone statue that Wang Mo had turned into, and quickly, but slowly, walked through the passage of six annual rings.

Six years, which is slow for mortals, but there are also words of ten years in the blink of an eye, and it can be seen that six years, not too much, too little, and definitely a lot.

For immortals, six years are like a snap of a finger, and they are wiped out, but Zhao Hongxia's six years are all day long smearing stone statues with blood, six years, like six hundred...

Although her face is still beautiful, it is full of morbidity, and the whole person has lost weight, but her gaze is still firm and persistent.

Now, she has less than two hours of rest every day, during which she meditates wholeheartedly, trying to regain some vitality and continue to paint the stone statues.

Her haggard appearance is like a tidbit of defeat, but it makes everyone who sees it sad.

The stone statue of Wang Mo in the valley, in the past six years, has turned from an old man from vicissitudes of life, has turned into a young man, almost no different from before he became a stone statue, every time Zhao Hongxia silently looked at the stone statue, it seemed to see Wang Mo standing in front of him.

"You promised me to give it to me..."Zhao Hongxia muttered softly, as if talking to herself, and as if to say it to Wang Mo, who had become a stone statue.

The scenes of acquaintance with Wang Mo, in the past six years, have always surfaced in Zhao Hongxia's mind, and they have become more and more profound, but she sometimes asks herself why all this has become what it is now.

She couldn't figure it out, but Wang Mo's figure was getting deeper and deeper in her heart...

Zhao Hongxia bit her lower lip, she had no tears, she lifted the blood on her ten fingers, and once again wiped her body with blood for the stone statue made by Wang Mo.

Time passed slowly and imperceptibly again, and in the blink of an eye, it was another year...

In this year, the speed of Wang Mo's stone statue absorbing blood is getting faster and faster, Zhao Hongxia only has half an hour every day to take a little rest, and the rest of the time, all of them have to look at the stone statue, and when the blood on it has not been completely absorbed, they have to be smeared again.

Repeatedly, repeatedly... This year's time is almost equivalent to all of the previous six years, and Zhao Hongxia's body is even weaker... There is not much time to recover, and the vitality can only slowly dissipate under this constant consumption.

In the past seven years, there is still not much left of the pills in her storage space, all of which have been consumed by her, turning into divine power in her body and running vitality.

It's just that the consumption of pills is far less than her dissipation all day, even if there are more pills, it is useless... Because Zhao Hongxia at this moment, she has no time to digest the pill, she only has half an hour every day...

Once there is a gap in the seven-year-long effort without a breath due to the pill, her efforts will be in vain...

Zhao Hongxia's face was gloomy, without the slightest look, but her eyes were still persistent, she didn't think about whether it was worth it or not, she just knew that she needed to do it, she did it herself... No regrets...

After smearing it once, Zhao Hongxia took out a pill in the storage bag, quickly put it in her mouth, and seized all the time to digest it, after half an hour, she gave up continuing to absorb the medicinal power, let the effect of the medicine dissipate, and reluctantly exchanged some divine power, once again condensed her own vitality, stimulated the body to produce more blood, and began to apply again...

One month, two months, three months... A woman, with her flexibility, with her persistence, with her determination not to regret, she survived eight years...

She doesn't have Ye Yue Mu Yuxiao's decades of lonely waiting, she doesn't have Mu Yuxiao's lonely search, but she has the same persistence, even eight years later, it will still be eight years, until the end of her life...

"You haven't answered my third question, I haven't heard you say your third question..."

Zhao Hongxia bit her lip and smeared it over and over again until eternity.

Eight years later, she didn't even have that half-hour rest every day, and the absorption of Wang Mo's fossil statue had reached a terrifying level, almost wiped it all over again, and it would be absorbed immediately, Zhao Hongxia didn't have time to hesitate and meditate, and was about to start the next time with blood.

In this way, she was even more haggard, and she had no time to rest and meditate, just relying on her immortal path cultivation, she was overdrawing her life.

A woman can do this, and it would be a blasphemy to ask if it was worth it or not...

She has lost the ability to think, and she no longer thinks about anything, but the scenes of her acquaintance with Wang Mo in her mind have turned into a force that has supported her for the eighth year.

It's just that compared with the eighth year, the most terrifying thing is that in the ninth year, the speed at which Wang Mo's fossil statue absorbs blood has reached a terrifying level, and often even before it is completely smeared, the place that has been smeared in front of it will immediately dissipate.

In this way, it has exceeded Zhao Hongxia's limit, even if she uses all her hands, she can't keep up with the speed of dissipation, after discovering this situation, Zhao Hongxia's face showed misery, she bit the tip of her tongue without hesitation, and began to use the essence blood of her heart!

Essence blood is an extremely important thing for an immortal, and its amount can determine everything about an immortal, it does not exist in the limbs of the body, but exists on the tip of the tongue and in the heart.

One drop of blood here is equivalent to the whole body.

The essence blood on the tip of her tongue, after being squirted out by Zhao Hongxia, she crossed her knees and pinched her hands, and turned the essence blood into a blood mist, permeating the whole body of the stone statue, with this kind of intense consumption, she could keep up with the speed of the stone statue's absorption.

It's just that every time she spurts out sperm blood, her face will be a little pale, and the whole person looks like she is already skinny, and her past appearance seems to be gone.

But all this, in the second half of the ninth year, changed again, and the speed of absorption of Wang Mo's fossil statues accelerated again, even the essence blood on the tip of the tongue was already insufficient!

Zhao Hongxia's body was extremely weak, and her eyes showed despair, but as soon as she bit her silver teeth, she waved her right hand, and a small silver sword appeared in her hand, stabbing her heart fiercely!

Where the essence and blood are, and there is still in the heart! The severe pain pierced her heart, making Zhao Hongxia's body tremble, but all this did not make her stop, but her body became weaker.

In this unimaginable way, Zhao Hongxia spent the ninth year and ushered in the tenth year...

"That voice once said that this method, if it can persist for ten years, he has the possibility of awakening, and now there is only one last year left..."Nine years of time, so that Zhao Hongxia has already judged the two of them, with the arrival of the tenth year, the heart, the tip of the tongue essence and blood, is no longer enough to smear the stone statue.

Zhao Hongxia chose the immortal essence blood... The so-called immortal essence blood is her lifelong cultivation of immortals, understanding the mysteries of heaven and earth, integrating into immortals, becoming the foundation of her cultivation, forcing its refining out, and turning into a mass of breath, this breath is not blood, but it is more precious than blood, and the vitality contained in it is all of Zhao Hongxia......