Chapter 2743
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"you……"
Sheng Shubai took a deep breath, he didn't know what to say anymore, and the shock in his heart can be imagined.
The Holy Spirit Ancient Clan has been searching for the whereabouts of their ancestral land, and the hope that they have never given up is really just a mirror?
The ancestral land collapsed, the Wanhua Saint Clan was destroyed, and the Wanhua Saint Blood would hardly appear in the world again.
Walking through countless forbidden areas of life, life and death, the hope to find is...
The Holy Spirit Ancient Clan has been walking in the vast world, in countless small and medium worlds, and even outside the realm, wherever there is a restricted area of life, there are people from the Holy Spirit Ancient Clan.
It has been shattered, and the hope that has always been believed has been shattered. After all, the Wanhua Saint Race is still broken in the depths of the long river of time and space. It has to be said that it is a great irony.
Thinking of this, Sheng Shubai suddenly grabbed the Demonic Ape God Brew that Guhuang put in front of him, and poured it on the spot, almost drank the ten kilograms of Demonic Ape God Brew in one mouthful.
"Is it shattered? Is it still shattered after all? The belief in the Three Ancient Era, the hope I have been looking for..."
"We who do not have the Holy Blood of Wanhua, this endless catastrophe at the end of the era, we..."
"There is no hope, everything will be the same as before the Three Ancient Era, the world will be dark, silent, and all spirits will die..."
"The robbery of the era, hope does not exist..."
"Who can bring us hope and future..."
The holy book Bai seems to be shattered, and the long-lasting pursuit has turned into a mirror, and there is no motivation or goal in his heart.
Despair, in addition to despair or despair.
I can't see tomorrow, I can't see hope, and I can't see the future...
It is destined to continue the dark destiny before the Three Ancient Era, an ultimate destiny that no one can resist.
The prophecy of the Three Ancient Era of the Wanhua Saint Clan was also shattered.
"Brother, why are you so pessimistic, who can speak frankly about the future before the real last step."
"Nothing is doomed, and nothing is really the future."
"Fate is not doomed, but life chooses destiny step by step."
"Every word and deed will have completely different results."
"Fate is just a river. We are the water droplets in the river of destiny. We can't change the flow of the entire long river, but at least our own choices can make the long river bifurcate."
"A bifurcation is weak at the beginning, and it can't change the entire long river, but at least there are variables."
"Over time, there will be another diversion one day."
"Nothing is impossible, and nothing is doomed. If you don't move forward, you will eventually be wiped out by the long river."
"Don't believe in fate, let alone accept fate."
"Because the thoughts of mortals can break the sky!"
Gu Huang stood up, his eyes filled with endless determination, as if the king who crossed the eternal destiny and the long river of time and space, finally walked into the depths of the unknown mist.
Do not believe in fate, let alone accept fate.
Every step is fighting, every step is resisting.
Even though the crises ahead are numerous and dangerous, he has never changed his beliefs.
Maybe some people say he is stupid, maybe some people know him as an idiot, even if he is alone, it will not change.
How can you give up easily if you haven't reached the last step.
Even if it is the last step, it is necessary to fight to the death.
Destiny is created, and the future is created by oneself.
"Do not accept fate, let alone believe in fate!"
"The thoughts of mortals can be broken!"
"You... who are you?"
"Do you know what kind of storm it will cause if these words are spread?"
"You are walking against the sky, fighting against fate..."
"Today's words, never say it, it will bring you endless disasters."
Sheng Shubai's body trembled, and he looked at Gu Huang noncommittally. He simply couldn't think of why this young man who only showed the first level of the king had such determination and will.
These words are not those unbridled, truly wild words.
And it seems that he has really experienced it, and has really been killed from the desperate situation of life and death.
Only after experiencing despair, life and death, can we truly understand hope and the future.
"What is defying the sky, what is defying fate."
"I waited for the practitioners to embark on a path against the sky and even against fate since the day they stepped into the forging."
"Some people seek survival, some seek detachment, some seek power, and some seek strength..."
"Aren't these defying fate, defying the sky?"
"Martial Dao is to fight for fate with heaven, fight with people, and fight with all spirits for survival."
"Isn't the holy blood you asked for to avoid this disaster?"
"If it's what you said, isn't this against the sky?"
"The doomed era is destined to destroy all spirits. If you don't want to fight, why go to the ancestral land."
"Since the day you were born, you have been in the midst of defying fate and defying the sky."
"If you stand still, you will surely die."
"One step forward, it may be an abyss, endless darkness, but who knows if there is light at the end?"
"How do you know there is no hope if you don't try."
Gu Huang sat down again, took out two jars of wine, and instantly threw it in front of Sheng Shubai, and took a sip instead.
Destiny is like cause and effect, every decision you make will lead to future situations.
If you don't fight, you will die, and there may be a chance for you to fight.
"Guhuang...Brother, who are you?"
Sheng Shubai's eyes became a little stern, because the shock of Gu Huang's translation was too great.
But the weird thing is that he was able to listen to the remarks, and it also touched him even more.
Where did he come from and what kind of inheritance did he have?
"I'm just a spirit chef and part-time a spirit sommelier.
"Who am I? Where do I come from? What kind of heritage do I have?"
"It's not important, is it?"
"Just treat me like a drinking buddy!"
"You don't think I can bring you any threat!"
Gu Huang smiled slightly, it seemed to be extremely mysterious, no one knew what he was really thinking?
Are you cheating? Who doesn't cheat?
Now there are several forces gathered here, the kingdom of the deceased, the way of destroying the heavens, the shadow magic thorn, the ancient Holy Spirit, but there is precisely no one force that he is evil.
Befriending these forces will be his only means of dealing with reincarnation in the future.
The initial investment will be recovered in the future.
Whether it is Sacred Book Bai or Zi Li, this dispute is unavoidable, but everything will be discussed after they have done it.
"You are definitely not a mere saint."
"Brother Gu Huang, no matter what your words and deeds, your bearing, is not something that a weak saint can show."
"How can I say it is also a dignified and half-step high-ranking, and it can't bring you any pressure, is it normal?"
"Obviously very abnormal."
"Of course, if you don't speak up, I won't force you."
"It's not bad to be a drinking buddy."
"At least after your suggestion, I already understand what to do."
Sheng Shubai made no secret of his innermost intentions. For the Holy Spirit Ancient Clan, each of them had the talent to spy on the good and evil of people's hearts.
But Gu Huang gave him the feeling that it was a chaos, a fog, and he couldn't peep at all.
He is very mysterious, but also has a far from simple inheritance and origin.
Of course, everyone has their own secrets, and if you rush into it, it will only arouse the disgust of others.
Maybe it's good to be a drinking buddy too.
"No, Brother Shubai, you don't understand."
"Because of this matter you were wrong from the beginning, really wrong."
"You and I can meet, it is a fate in itself, maybe I am your hope."
"Who can say all of this?"
"Maybe I can help you re-condense the holy blood of Wanhua, not necessarily."
Gu Huang smiled slightly, and when he mentioned the wine jar, he took a sip, revealing endless mystery in his eyes.
"You... what did you say?"
"Elder Brother Guhuang, what you said is...really..."
"You can really..."
The wine jar that Sheng Shubai had just brought to his mouth was suddenly put down, his face was silent for a full half, and this was the trembling sound.
Reappearing the Holy Blood of Wanhua...
is it possible? is it possible?
The top ten Xeon bloodlines before the Three Ancient Era, capable of accommodating all methods for their own use, cultivated into the terrifying bloodline of the world-shattering profound meaning...
Who is he? What kind of inheritance is in his hands, what kind of existence is the Holy Blood of Wanhua!
The Three Ancient Era has long been lost, and it cannot be reproduced by means of later generations.
"Who knows? But how do you know if you don't try it?"
"Even if you don't succeed, you have nothing to lose, and waste is just a drop of blood."
"But if it reappears, how much help will it be to you or even your Holy Spirit Ancient Clan."
"I mean maybe! If you're not careful, you may become the Myriad Transformation Heavenly Sacred Body, or the Myriad Transformation Heavenly Sacred King's Body, or even...the Emperor's Body."
"As I said before, nothing is doomed."
"No one will know whether the darkness or light is waiting in front of you unless you try."
"There's always a glimmer of hope after trying, isn't it..."
Gu Huang stretched his muscles and bones, drank the wine from the wine jar, and left an endless mysterious smile.
The Wanhua Holy Blood is just the most basic bloodline of the Wanhua Saint Clan. There are also Heavenly Saint Blood, Heavenly Saint King Blood, Heavenly Saint Emperor Blood... and even the highest-level Heavenly Saint Ancestor Blood...
According to the inheritance of the memory of the swallowing beast, the holy blood of Wanhua is the key to the achievement of the tenth level of emperor respect, and it is the key to the key. It is not difficult to inspire it.
The difficulty is how to make further breakthroughs and improve the quality of its blood.
But who is Gu Huang? The great master who reached the peak in various fields in the previous life has in-depth research on the bloodlines of various ethnic groups, and is also a first-class bloodline master.
As long as he can successfully stimulate Wanhua Sacred Blood, he wants to make further breakthroughs. Based on his experience, it is not a problem at all.
But the blood of the Holy King Wanhua can still do it 90% of the time.
But to stimulate the holy blood of the world, it will be an astronomical figure.
However, with the background of the Holy Spirit Ancient Clan, these are not matters at all.
"Elder Brother Guhuang...don't be afraid!"
"Can you give me an accurate word? My soul has been burned by the Hongmeng fire, and 10% has not recovered."
"Don't scare me, okay? In case the soul's injury recurs..."
"I'm going to be insane."
Sheng Shubai took a deep breath again, as there were hundreds of thousands of divine beasts raging through his heart, and he could hardly bear it in his state of mind.
Wanhua Holy Blood, Heavenly Holy Blood, Heavenly Holy King Blood, Emperor Blood, and even Ancestral Blood...
On purpose, he clearly did it on purpose...
It is installed, it is installed, it must be like this.
No matter the cost, the Holy Blood must be revived, that is the foundation of everything...
How many elders in the clan, how many elders are eager to see through the holy blood, and even buried in the major forbidden areas of life.
Almost everyone is desperate, only he has not given up.
But now happiness comes too suddenly, really too suddenly...
If the elders in the clan know, each of them will go crazy, I am afraid that each of them will not hesitate to fight the misty mountain, and they will also take this ancient desolate elder brother back.
Calm, calm, must be calm, this cannot be rushed.
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"you……"
Sheng Shubai took a deep breath, he didn't know what to say anymore, and the shock in his heart can be imagined.
The Holy Spirit Ancient Clan has been searching for the whereabouts of their ancestral land, and the hope that they have never given up is really just a mirror?
The ancestral land collapsed, the Wanhua Saint Clan was destroyed, and the Wanhua Saint Blood would hardly appear in the world again.
Walking through countless forbidden areas of life, life and death, the hope to find is...
The Holy Spirit Ancient Clan has been walking in the vast world, in countless small and medium worlds, and even outside the realm, wherever there is a restricted area of life, there are people from the Holy Spirit Ancient Clan.
It has been shattered, and the hope that has always been believed has been shattered. After all, the Wanhua Saint Race is still broken in the depths of the long river of time and space. It has to be said that it is a great irony.
Thinking of this, Sheng Shubai suddenly grabbed the Demonic Ape God Brew that Guhuang put in front of him, and poured it on the spot, almost drank the ten kilograms of Demonic Ape God Brew in one mouthful.
"Is it shattered? Is it still shattered after all? The belief in the Three Ancient Era, the hope I have been looking for..."
"We who do not have the Holy Blood of Wanhua, this endless catastrophe at the end of the era, we..."
"There is no hope, everything will be the same as before the Three Ancient Era, the world will be dark, silent, and all spirits will die..."
"The robbery of the era, hope does not exist..."
"Who can bring us hope and future..."
The holy book Bai seems to be shattered, and the long-lasting pursuit has turned into a mirror, and there is no motivation or goal in his heart.
Despair, in addition to despair or despair.
I can't see tomorrow, I can't see hope, and I can't see the future...
It is destined to continue the dark destiny before the Three Ancient Era, an ultimate destiny that no one can resist.
The prophecy of the Three Ancient Era of the Wanhua Saint Clan was also shattered.
"Brother, why are you so pessimistic, who can speak frankly about the future before the real last step."
"Nothing is doomed, and nothing is really the future."
"Fate is not doomed, but life chooses destiny step by step."
"Every word and deed will have completely different results."
"Fate is just a river. We are the water droplets in the river of destiny. We can't change the flow of the entire long river, but at least our own choices can make the long river bifurcate."
"A bifurcation is weak at the beginning, and it can't change the entire long river, but at least there are variables."
"Over time, there will be another diversion one day."
"Nothing is impossible, and nothing is doomed. If you don't move forward, you will eventually be wiped out by the long river."
"Don't believe in fate, let alone accept fate."
"Because the thoughts of mortals can break the sky!"
Gu Huang stood up, his eyes filled with endless determination, as if the king who crossed the eternal destiny and the long river of time and space, finally walked into the depths of the unknown mist.
Do not believe in fate, let alone accept fate.
Every step is fighting, every step is resisting.
Even though the crises ahead are numerous and dangerous, he has never changed his beliefs.
Maybe some people say he is stupid, maybe some people know him as an idiot, even if he is alone, it will not change.
How can you give up easily if you haven't reached the last step.
Even if it is the last step, it is necessary to fight to the death.
Destiny is created, and the future is created by oneself.
"Do not accept fate, let alone believe in fate!"
"The thoughts of mortals can be broken!"
"You... who are you?"
"Do you know what kind of storm it will cause if these words are spread?"
"You are walking against the sky, fighting against fate..."
"Today's words, never say it, it will bring you endless disasters."
Sheng Shubai's body trembled, and he looked at Gu Huang noncommittally. He simply couldn't think of why this young man who only showed the first level of the king had such determination and will.
These words are not those unbridled, truly wild words.
And it seems that he has really experienced it, and has really been killed from the desperate situation of life and death.
Only after experiencing despair, life and death, can we truly understand hope and the future.
"What is defying the sky, what is defying fate."
"I waited for the practitioners to embark on a path against the sky and even against fate since the day they stepped into the forging."
"Some people seek survival, some seek detachment, some seek power, and some seek strength..."
"Aren't these defying fate, defying the sky?"
"Martial Dao is to fight for fate with heaven, fight with people, and fight with all spirits for survival."
"Isn't the holy blood you asked for to avoid this disaster?"
"If it's what you said, isn't this against the sky?"
"The doomed era is destined to destroy all spirits. If you don't want to fight, why go to the ancestral land."
"Since the day you were born, you have been in the midst of defying fate and defying the sky."
"If you stand still, you will surely die."
"One step forward, it may be an abyss, endless darkness, but who knows if there is light at the end?"
"How do you know there is no hope if you don't try."
Gu Huang sat down again, took out two jars of wine, and instantly threw it in front of Sheng Shubai, and took a sip instead.
Destiny is like cause and effect, every decision you make will lead to future situations.
If you don't fight, you will die, and there may be a chance for you to fight.
"Guhuang...Brother, who are you?"
Sheng Shubai's eyes became a little stern, because the shock of Gu Huang's translation was too great.
But the weird thing is that he was able to listen to the remarks, and it also touched him even more.
Where did he come from and what kind of inheritance did he have?
"I'm just a spirit chef and part-time a spirit sommelier.
"Who am I? Where do I come from? What kind of heritage do I have?"
"It's not important, is it?"
"Just treat me like a drinking buddy!"
"You don't think I can bring you any threat!"
Gu Huang smiled slightly, it seemed to be extremely mysterious, no one knew what he was really thinking?
Are you cheating? Who doesn't cheat?
Now there are several forces gathered here, the kingdom of the deceased, the way of destroying the heavens, the shadow magic thorn, the ancient Holy Spirit, but there is precisely no one force that he is evil.
Befriending these forces will be his only means of dealing with reincarnation in the future.
The initial investment will be recovered in the future.
Whether it is Sacred Book Bai or Zi Li, this dispute is unavoidable, but everything will be discussed after they have done it.
"You are definitely not a mere saint."
"Brother Gu Huang, no matter what your words and deeds, your bearing, is not something that a weak saint can show."
"How can I say it is also a dignified and half-step high-ranking, and it can't bring you any pressure, is it normal?"
"Obviously very abnormal."
"Of course, if you don't speak up, I won't force you."
"It's not bad to be a drinking buddy."
"At least after your suggestion, I already understand what to do."
Sheng Shubai made no secret of his innermost intentions. For the Holy Spirit Ancient Clan, each of them had the talent to spy on the good and evil of people's hearts.
But Gu Huang gave him the feeling that it was a chaos, a fog, and he couldn't peep at all.
He is very mysterious, but also has a far from simple inheritance and origin.
Of course, everyone has their own secrets, and if you rush into it, it will only arouse the disgust of others.
Maybe it's good to be a drinking buddy too.
"No, Brother Shubai, you don't understand."
"Because of this matter you were wrong from the beginning, really wrong."
"You and I can meet, it is a fate in itself, maybe I am your hope."
"Who can say all of this?"
"Maybe I can help you re-condense the holy blood of Wanhua, not necessarily."
Gu Huang smiled slightly, and when he mentioned the wine jar, he took a sip, revealing endless mystery in his eyes.
"You... what did you say?"
"Elder Brother Guhuang, what you said is...really..."
"You can really..."
The wine jar that Sheng Shubai had just brought to his mouth was suddenly put down, his face was silent for a full half, and this was the trembling sound.
Reappearing the Holy Blood of Wanhua...
is it possible? is it possible?
The top ten Xeon bloodlines before the Three Ancient Era, capable of accommodating all methods for their own use, cultivated into the terrifying bloodline of the world-shattering profound meaning...
Who is he? What kind of inheritance is in his hands, what kind of existence is the Holy Blood of Wanhua!
The Three Ancient Era has long been lost, and it cannot be reproduced by means of later generations.
"Who knows? But how do you know if you don't try it?"
"Even if you don't succeed, you have nothing to lose, and waste is just a drop of blood."
"But if it reappears, how much help will it be to you or even your Holy Spirit Ancient Clan."
"I mean maybe! If you're not careful, you may become the Myriad Transformation Heavenly Sacred Body, or the Myriad Transformation Heavenly Sacred King's Body, or even...the Emperor's Body."
"As I said before, nothing is doomed."
"No one will know whether the darkness or light is waiting in front of you unless you try."
"There's always a glimmer of hope after trying, isn't it..."
Gu Huang stretched his muscles and bones, drank the wine from the wine jar, and left an endless mysterious smile.
The Wanhua Holy Blood is just the most basic bloodline of the Wanhua Saint Clan. There are also Heavenly Saint Blood, Heavenly Saint King Blood, Heavenly Saint Emperor Blood... and even the highest-level Heavenly Saint Ancestor Blood...
According to the inheritance of the memory of the swallowing beast, the holy blood of Wanhua is the key to the achievement of the tenth level of emperor respect, and it is the key to the key. It is not difficult to inspire it.
The difficulty is how to make further breakthroughs and improve the quality of its blood.
But who is Gu Huang? The great master who reached the peak in various fields in the previous life has in-depth research on the bloodlines of various ethnic groups, and is also a first-class bloodline master.
As long as he can successfully stimulate Wanhua Sacred Blood, he wants to make further breakthroughs. Based on his experience, it is not a problem at all.
But the blood of the Holy King Wanhua can still do it 90% of the time.
But to stimulate the holy blood of the world, it will be an astronomical figure.
However, with the background of the Holy Spirit Ancient Clan, these are not matters at all.
"Elder Brother Guhuang...don't be afraid!"
"Can you give me an accurate word? My soul has been burned by the Hongmeng fire, and 10% has not recovered."
"Don't scare me, okay? In case the soul's injury recurs..."
"I'm going to be insane."
Sheng Shubai took a deep breath again, as there were hundreds of thousands of divine beasts raging through his heart, and he could hardly bear it in his state of mind.
Wanhua Holy Blood, Heavenly Holy Blood, Heavenly Holy King Blood, Emperor Blood, and even Ancestral Blood...
On purpose, he clearly did it on purpose...
It is installed, it is installed, it must be like this.
No matter the cost, the Holy Blood must be revived, that is the foundation of everything...
How many elders in the clan, how many elders are eager to see through the holy blood, and even buried in the major forbidden areas of life.
Almost everyone is desperate, only he has not given up.
But now happiness comes too suddenly, really too suddenly...
If the elders in the clan know, each of them will go crazy, I am afraid that each of them will not hesitate to fight the misty mountain, and they will also take this ancient desolate elder brother back.
Calm, calm, must be calm, this cannot be rushed.
"you" Sheng Shubai took a deep breath, he didn't know what to say anymore, and the shock in his heart can be imagined. The Holy Spirit Ancient Clan has been searching for the whereabouts of their ancestral land, and the hope that they have never given up is really just a mirror? The ancestral land collapsed, the Wanhua Saint Clan was destroyed, and the Wanhua Saint Blood would hardly appear in the world again. Walking through countless forbidden areas of life, life and death, the hope to find is... The Holy Spirit Ancient Clan has been walking in the vast world, in countless small and medium worlds, and even outside the realm, wherever there is a restricted area of life, there are people from the Holy Spirit Ancient Clan. It has been shattered, and the hope that has always been believed has been shattered. After all, the Wanhua Saint Race is still broken in the depths of the long river of time and space. It has to be said that it is a great irony. Thinking of this, Sheng Shubai suddenly grabbed the Demonic Ape God Brew that Guhuang put in front of him, and poured it on the spot, almost drank the ten kilograms of Demonic Ape God Brew in one mouthful. "Is it shattered? Is it still shattered after all? The belief in the Three Ancient Era, the hope I have been looking for..." "We who do not have the Holy Blood of Wanhua, this endless catastrophe at the end of the era, we..." "There is no hope, everything will be the same as before the Three Ancient Era, the world will be dark, silent, and all spirits will die..." "The robbery of the era, hope does not exist..." "Who can bring us hope and future..." The holy book Bai seems to be shattered, and the long-lasting pursuit has turned into a mirror, and there is no motivation or goal in his heart. Despair, in addition to despair or despair. I can't see tomorrow, I can't see hope, and I can't see the future... It is destined to continue the dark destiny before the Three Ancient Era, an ultimate destiny that no one can resist. The prophecy of the Three Ancient Era of the Wanhua Saint Clan was also shattered. "Brother, why are you so pessimistic, who can speak frankly about the future before the real last step." "Nothing is doomed, and nothing is really the future." "Fate is not doomed, but life chooses destiny step by step." "Every word and deed will have completely different results." "Fate is just a river. We are the water droplets in the river of destiny. We can't change the flow of the entire long river, but at least our own choices can make the long river bifurcate." "A bifurcation is weak at the beginning, and it can't change the entire long river, but at least there are variables." "Over time, there will be another diversion one day." "Nothing is impossible, and nothing is doomed. If you don't move forward, you will eventually be wiped out by the long river." "Don't believe in fate, let alone accept fate." "Because the thoughts of mortals can break the sky!" Gu Huang stood up, his eyes filled with endless determination, as if the king who crossed the eternal destiny and the long river of time and space, finally walked into the depths of the unknown mist. Do not believe in fate, let alone accept fate. Every step is fighting, every step is resisting. Even though the crises ahead are numerous and dangerous, he has never changed his beliefs. Maybe some people say he is stupid, maybe some people know him as an idiot, even if he is alone, it will not change. How can you give up easily if you haven't reached the last step. Even if it is the last step, it is necessary to fight to the death. Destiny is created, and the future is created by oneself. "Do not accept fate, let alone believe in fate!" "The thoughts of mortals can be broken!" "You... who are you?" "Do you know what kind of storm it will cause if these words are spread?" "You are walking against the sky, fighting against fate..." "Today's words, never say it, it will bring you endless disasters." Sheng Shubai's body trembled, and he looked at Gu Huang noncommittally. He simply couldn't think of why this young man who only showed the first level of the king had such determination and will. These words are not those unbridled, truly wild words. And it seems that he has really experienced it, and has really been killed from the desperate situation of life and death. Only after experiencing despair, life and death, can we truly understand hope and the future. "What is defying the sky, what is defying fate." "I waited for the practitioners to embark on a path against the sky and even against fate since the day they stepped into the forging." "Some people seek survival, some seek detachment, some seek power, and some seek strength..." "Aren't these defying fate, defying the sky?" "Martial Dao is to fight for fate with heaven, fight with people, and fight with all spirits for survival." "Isn't the holy blood you asked for to avoid this disaster?" "If it's what you said, isn't this against the sky?" "The doomed era is destined to destroy all spirits. If you don't want to fight, why go to the ancestral land." "Since the day you were born, you have been in the midst of defying fate and defying the sky." "If you stand still, you will surely die." "One step forward, it may be an abyss, endless darkness, but who knows if there is light at the end?" "How do you know there is no hope if you don't try." Gu Huang sat down again, took out two jars of wine, and instantly threw it in front of Sheng Shubai, and took a sip instead. Destiny is like cause and effect, every decision you make will lead to future situations. If you don't fight, you will die, and there may be a chance for you to fight. "Guhuang...Brother, who are you?" Sheng Shubai's eyes became a little stern, because the shock of Gu Huang's translation was too great. But the weird thing is that he was able to listen to the remarks, and it also touched him even more. Where did he come from and what kind of inheritance did he have? "I'm just a spirit chef and part-time a spirit sommelier. "Who am I? Where do I come from? What kind of heritage do I have?" "It's not important, is it?" "Just treat me like a drinking buddy!" "You don't think I can bring you any threat!" Gu Huang smiled slightly, it seemed to be extremely mysterious, no one knew what he was really thinking? Are you cheating? Who doesn't cheat? Now there are several forces gathered here, the kingdom of the deceased, the way of destroying the heavens, the shadow magic thorn, the ancient Holy Spirit, but there is precisely no one force that he is evil. Befriending these forces will be his only means of dealing with reincarnation in the future. The initial investment will be recovered in the future. Whether it is Sacred Book Bai or Zi Li, this dispute is unavoidable, but everything will be discussed after they have done it. "You are definitely not a mere saint." "Brother Gu Huang, no matter what your words and deeds, your bearing, is not something that a weak saint can show." "How can I say it is also a dignified and half-step high-ranking, and it can't bring you any pressure, is it normal?" "Obviously very abnormal." "Of course, if you don't speak up, I won't force you." "It's not bad to be a drinking buddy." "At least after your suggestion, I already understand what to do." Sheng Shubai made no secret of his innermost intentions. For the Holy Spirit Ancient Clan, each of them had the talent to spy on the good and evil of people's hearts. But Gu Huang gave him the feeling that it was a chaos, a fog, and he couldn't peep at all. He is very mysterious, but also has a far from simple inheritance and origin. Of course, everyone has their own secrets, and if you rush into it, it will only arouse the disgust of others. Maybe it's good to be a drinking buddy too. "No, Brother Shubai, you don't understand." "Because of this matter you were wrong from the beginning, really wrong." "You and I can meet, it is a fate in itself, maybe I am your hope." "Who can say all of this?" "Maybe I can help you re-condense the holy blood of Wanhua, not necessarily." Gu Huang smiled slightly, and when he mentioned the wine jar, he took a sip, revealing endless mystery in his eyes. "You... what did you say?" "Elder Brother Guhuang, what you said is...really..." "You can really..." The wine jar that Sheng Shubai had just brought to his mouth was suddenly put down, his face was silent for a full half, and this was the trembling sound. Reappearing the Holy Blood of Wanhua... is it possible? is it possible? The top ten Xeon bloodlines before the Three Ancient Era, capable of accommodating all methods for their own use, cultivated into the terrifying bloodline of the world-shattering profound meaning... Who is he? What kind of inheritance is in his hands, what kind of existence is the Holy Blood of Wanhua! The Three Ancient Era has long been lost, and it cannot be reproduced by means of later generations. "Who knows? But how do you know if you don't try it?" "Even if you don't succeed, you have nothing to lose, and waste is just a drop of blood." "But if it reappears, how much help will it be to you or even your Holy Spirit Ancient Clan." "I mean maybe! If you're not careful, you may become the Myriad Transformation Heavenly Sacred Body, or the Myriad Transformation Heavenly Sacred King's Body, or even...the Emperor's Body." "As I said before, nothing is doomed." "No one will know whether the darkness or light is waiting in front of you unless you try." "There's always a glimmer of hope after trying, isn't it..." Gu Huang stretched his muscles and bones, drank the wine from the wine jar, and left an endless mysterious smile. The Wanhua Holy Blood is just the most basic bloodline of the Wanhua Saint Clan. There are also Heavenly Saint Blood, Heavenly Saint King Blood, Heavenly Saint Emperor Blood... and even the highest-level Heavenly Saint Ancestor Blood... According to the inheritance of the memory of the swallowing beast, the holy blood of Wanhua is the key to the achievement of the tenth level of emperor respect, and it is the key to the key. It is not difficult to inspire it. The difficulty is how to make further breakthroughs and improve the quality of its blood. But who is Gu Huang? The great master who reached the peak in various fields in the previous life has in-depth research on the bloodlines of various ethnic groups, and is also a first-class bloodline master. As long as he can successfully stimulate Wanhua Sacred Blood, he wants to make further breakthroughs. Based on his experience, it is not a problem at all. But the blood of the Holy King Wanhua can still do it 90% of the time. But to stimulate the holy blood of the world, it will be an astronomical figure. However, with the background of the Holy Spirit Ancient Clan, these are not matters at all. "Elder Brother Guhuang...don't be afraid!" "Can you give me an accurate word? My soul has been burned by the Hongmeng fire, and 10% has not recovered." "Don't scare me, okay? In case the soul's injury recurs..." "I'm going to be insane." Sheng Shubai took a deep breath again, as there were hundreds of thousands of divine beasts raging through his heart, and he could hardly bear it in his state of mind. Wanhua Holy Blood, Heavenly Holy Blood, Heavenly Holy King Blood, Emperor Blood, and even Ancestral Blood... On purpose, he clearly did it on purpose... It is installed, it is installed, it must be like this. No matter the cost, the Holy Blood must be revived, that is the foundation of everything... How many elders in the clan, how many elders are eager to see through the holy blood, and even buried in the major forbidden areas of life. Almost everyone is desperate, only he has not given up. But now happiness comes too suddenly, really too suddenly... If the elders in the clan know, each of them will go crazy, I am afraid that each of them will not hesitate to fight the misty mountain, and they will also take this ancient desolate elder brother back. Calm, calm, must be calm, this cannot be rushed.
