After these five thousand years of cultivation and concentrated time condensation, Xue Zhen's comprehension of the power of time turned out to be like being born with an amazing understanding of the power of time, which was the difference between heaven and earth when he had just refined the Time Flame Essence before.

After refining back then, it was only in the refining stage, and even the power of time released from time to time within the Time Flame Essence was not clear at all, and he basically couldn't see it, Xue Zhen was still thinking about whether he could really understand this power of time.

However, in these five thousand years of continuous cultivation, Xue Zhen could sense a kind of plausibility in the underworld, as if there was that innate fusion of the power of time in his body.

And he had never heard of the connection between blood cultivation and the power of time before, and he was also thinking about whether his own cultivation exercises, the influence of the Stygian Sea Blood Sutra, but Qi Zhuan Hao had not specifically mentioned it after the reverse deduction exercises, and Xue Zhen quickly broke off this idea.

However, Xue Zhen also had another idea of his own, that is, the Spirit Blood Seal, since this treasure was extended to the level below, it was once called the Floating Tomb by Wan Su, and Xue Zhen also felt from the bottom of his heart that one of the layers of the Spirit Blood Seal would inevitably be the power of time.

It's just that this power of time didn't come out immediately, maybe it was imperceptibly, maybe when he got this spirit blood seal in the past, its body was a multi-layered floating slaughter, and one of the layers of floating slaughter was the power of time, but for some reason, it was hidden.

He could sense a certain mysterious power of the Transforming Spirit Blood Seal very lightly, and when he entered the Blood Domain, he had also tried to stimulate the Transformation Soul Blood Seal, but for some reason, the Transforming Spirit Blood Seal did not have any interest in this place, so he did not force it to continue.

Now that I think about it, I still can't figure it out, since that's the case. Xue Zhen also left it behind, he was in this small crystal circle, stimulating the power of time, up and down his body, with the white mist dispersing, his actions were like the wind, better than the wind, the white mist was retracted, and all the qi qi qi returned to calm.

In this regard, Xue Zhen smiled lightly. This kind of very important power of time, he can be regarded as a beginner, and this power of time can be barely used in actual combat, but the power of this kind of law is not too skilled, and there are not many aspects that can be used, Xue Zhen quickly put it away, and looked out of the crystal circle.

As the loach creature said. This Blood Emperor has not arrived in five thousand years, Xue Zhen can practice here with peace of mind, and the transformation of the body of the Fresh Drunken Dream in the magic circle over there should also be almost progressed. Xue Zhen felt that it was time to go and understand the process.

The figure flickered away, and soon, Xue Zhen fell into the large forbidden curtain on the other side, and also flashed into this large horn crystal of self-realization. The immortal aura had stopped falling, and the involvement of blood and water seemed to have reached the final stage, Xue Zhen's divine thoughts carefully swept over Xian Drunken Meng's body. No less than ten times.

In the end, the corners of his mouth showed a happy smile that had been lost for more than 5,000 years, and the sleeve robe in his hand was waved, and the Xuan Li dispersed with the trick, and he swept over Xian Zui Meng, Xian Zui Meng's body, but there was not even a trace of movement.

Half a cup of tea, half an hour, and even two hours have passed, Xian Drunken Dream still doesn't see any movement, his heart is beating gently, his chest is slightly undulating, and the blood that is exhaling and spitting out is still nearby, but there is no sign of recovery.

After such a long time, even Xue Zhen was a little impatient to wait, frowning and staring, finally, about half an hour later, Xue Zhen saw the movements of Xian Drunken Dream, the slight trembling of his fingers, the light lifting of his eyes, and the rather laborious appearance was mostly a process of adaptation.

After another half a cup of tea, Xue Zhen, who was wrapped in a shadow, saw that one with wide eyes saw countless blood and water around him.

And Xian Drunken Dream's body was swallowing blood, and his first reaction was to vomit it completely, but it was quite laborious, and he coughed one after another, obviously, this move ended in failure.

"Xian Daoyou, don't resist, you want to heal your physical body, this is the only way!"

Xian Zuimeng heard a familiar voice, at this moment, he tried to dig up the memories that had been sealed for a long time, he remembered what Xue Zhen had said to him back then, and the heavy tone of scolding, little by little, he remembered it all.

Xue ...... Xue Daoyou?"

"Xian Daoyou, don't worry, your physical body and Yuan Ying will soon be restored!" Xue Zhen's voice came again.

"You...... You ...... me Change...... Turning into a blood cultivator?"

"That's right! The only thing Xue can choose is such a path!"

"You...... Ahem......"

Xian Zuimeng was obviously quite excited, in his eyes, blood cultivation was a great rebellion, that is, against the chaos of the world, he should be a person spurned by everyone, and Xue Zhen actually made him a blood cultivator, and he was also a real blood cultivator, how could he accept it, how could he accept that he had become such a monk who had always despised him.

"Xian Daoyou, you slowly recover, and in a few years you will be able to reach your original state!"

Xue Zhen's words were light, but they still strongly stabbed Xian Zuimeng's heart, Xian Zuimeng's successive coughs became quite severe, Xue Zhen's divine thoughts felt that Xian Zuimeng's body was trembling and resisting, but now his body was still controlled by this array, so he couldn't have much movement.

"Xian Daoyou, the choice between life and death, could it be that you would rather choose to fall than survive?" Xue Zhen took a breath softly and asked calmly.

"Right...... Yes, I won't accept it!cough cough...... "Fresh drunken dreams are still quite excited.

"Xian Daoyou, since you had the courage to die in the first place, why didn't you have the courage to survive?" Xue Zhen asked in a loud voice.

“......”

"Xian Daoyou, Xue knows that ordinary blood cultivation kills innocents indiscriminately for his own selfish desires, but this still depends on the heart of the cultivator, the heart is evil, the immortal cultivation will still kill countless people, and the heart is good, even if it is a blood cultivation demon cultivation, it can also transform the world, such a simple truth, don't you understand?" Xue Zhen's question tone was a lot deeper.

“......”

"Xian Daoyou, you don't need Xue to say much if the ants steal their lives, I believe you know a lot, Xue doesn't want to say more, if you really want to resist to death, you must not die in front of Xue again, think about it!"

After Xue Zhen's words were finished, he didn't speak again, exited the horn crystal, and withdrew from the forbidden curtain, but what followed was a hoarse roar.

The roar was intermittent, the kind of tragic and unwilling, the kind of roar that made people in the world, Xue Zhen heard it, and his heart twitched a few times inexplicably. (To be continued......)