The man in the imperial robe showed gleam in his eyes and stared straight at the brow of the statue with a look of surprise. Four drops of blood were not enough to shock him. You must know that even Ye Lone had received three drops back then.
Although most of the people of the ancient country who crossed these three damages and the first calamity are mostly just one drop, there are still some who get two or more drops. Except for Ye Mo, all those who are of the ancient Taoist lineage can get two. Drop the ancient veins of the sky blood.
What's more, this imperial robe man himself received six drops of ancient ancestor's blood back then. Known as the strongest in Daogu family besides Xuan Luo!
Because of this, he became the emperor of the Daogu family, with a high status and respected by countless people. It's just that even so, he was still not accepted as a disciple by Xuan Luo. This kind of thing was always brooding about by the man in the imperial robe, but he didn't dare to say it.
Right now, when he heard that Xuan Luo Datianzun said that he would accept that lonely inheritor as his disciple, his heart was very gloomy, but his expression did not show the slightest.
"Four drops of blood, this kind of thing hasn't happened for a long time."
"But four drops of blood should be the limit. Look at the light of the ancient ancestor statue, it's also slightly dimmed."
"Thirteen days, four drops, really not a lot."
There was a buzzing voice of discussion all around, and the eyes of the people of this authentic ancient line were all concentrated on the brows of the ancient ancestor statue. Watching the red light on the eyebrows of the ancient ancestor statue gradually dissipated, in the end the monstrous red that reflected most of the sky, completely dimmed, and slowly in this world, only a few eyebrows were left.
By this time, nearly a million people from the ancient family of people in the surrounding area knew that everything was over.
The man in the imperial robe looked calm, but there was a sneer in his heart.
"With just four drops of blood, how can we have the qualifications to protect my ancient line as the clan uncle said? Today's matter is a bit fussy.
Even if the clan uncle wants to accept disciples, there are still a few people in my Daogu line who have obtained four drops of blood, and even I got six drops that year, but he didn't even notice it!
If he still decides to accept this lonely inheritor, I will be the first to refuse! "
The man in the imperial robe didn't show any thoughts, showed regret, shook his head and smiled bitterly, and whispered to the black-haired young man Xuan Luo Datianzun beside him.
"Uncle Clan, Si Di is already quite a lot. This lonely inheritor is also a sedan chair of my ancient line."
Xuan Luo Datianzun's expression was flat, as if he hadn't heard the words of the man in the imperial robe. He looked at the brows of the ancient ancestor supporting the sky statue and watched the red light grow weaker. In the end, there was almost only a trace left. It's about to dissipate.
He even looked at the four drops of blood that had been condensed before, exuding crystals, and went straight to the sky in a flash, seeming to break through the nothingness, went to a distant place, and disappeared in his eyes.
"Wait." After a long time, the black-haired young man spoke slowly.
The man in the imperial robe nodded and said yes, but his heart was full of disdain.
"Except for the uncle of the Daogu family, no one can have the talents of mine. I can't do it, and even his inheritors can't do it!"
Time is passing on the Xiangang Continent. At this moment, in the sea of clouds of the cave within the boundary of the cave, in the strange space, on the altar, Wang Lin's clone is sitting cross-legged on the edge of the altar, his eyes revealing strange brilliance. , Looking at the drop of blood in the center of the altar.
The blood floated there quietly, motionless, but at this moment, the strange space immediately whizzed and reverberated, but saw layers of ripples appearing out of thin air from the starry sky above here, towards the whirling room in all directions. Extremely powerful, full of vicissitudes of life, faintly spread.
This breath far surpassed all the sentient beings in this cave mansion realm. Even the Great Heavenly Sovereign before could not be compared in front of him, but although this breath is terrifying, it won't attract anyone's attention. Only Wang Lin can. Feel.
Above the altar, in the ripples, a huge vortex slowly appeared. The vortex turned and made a loud roar. Gradually, a piece of blood spread out from the vortex, covering the altar completely. There was also an arrogant force impact, pushing Wang Lin's clone outwards and back hundreds of feet, until it left the altar.
This force that promoted Wang Lin's clone made Wang Lin's heart tremble. This force surpassed the majesty of the heavens and the earth, and surpassed all the coercion that Wang Lin had seen in this life!
Don't say it was him, even if Qi Cai was on this altar, he would be forcibly driven out!
In Wang Lin's mind, he clearly felt that the drop of blood that his own deity had melted at this moment seemed to be burning, emitting a bloody light, and it seemed to reflect each other with the blood glow of the whirlpool.
As the blood glows in the whirlpool, in an instant, a drop of blood whizzed out from the whirlpool and went straight to the blood that Wang Lin's deity had transformed. In an instant, the two drops of blood quickly merged and slowly condensed. Together.
At this moment, Wang Lin staggered back and immediately sat down with his knees cross-legged, and there was a burst of pain in his mind. This pain made him unable to control the clone completely, but had to feel the meaning of the deity wholeheartedly.
The moment he was doing it cross-legged, there was a thud in his brain, and his consciousness dissipated from the clone, completely present in the blood.
Bursts of unspeakable pain echoed his entire consciousness. He felt that even though he had no body, he still had the pain of being burned. The blood fused together seemed to be boiling and squirming rapidly.
At this moment, a second drop of blood flew out of the vortex, and the moment came, it merged into the blood of Wang Lin's deity. As a result, it roared and whirled in Wang Lin's consciousness, and the pain multiplied countlessly, but he could not It roars, can only bear it!
In a short while, the third drop of ancient ancestor's blood flashed from the whirlpool and merged in again. The fusion of this drop of blood caused the blood of Wang Lin's deity to explode immediately within three feet. , A naked body, impressively condensed a phantom!
This body, with white hair, is exactly Wang Lin!
His whole body is full of complicated rune marks, which looks extremely strange, his eyes are closed tightly, and there are bursts of painful grunts from his mouth, and his body is gradually solidified in the illusion.
The fourth drop of blood, at this moment, finally flew out of the whirlpool. This drop of blood flew out, and the blood filled the endless starry sky around. The red light was shaking the sky, and it whizzed directly on Wang Lin's eyebrows.
At this point, Wang Lin's whole body was shocked. His eyes opened sharply, and the pupils in his eyes were red. While his body was trembling, a huge force was madly breeding in his body, causing his body to bang. Loud bang.
Even more in his body, after the fusion of these four drops of ancient ancestor blood, the blood was born. This blood is the blood of the ancients. The appearance of this blood represents that from now on, Wang Lin has become the real queen of the ancient ancestors. People, he became an authentic citizen of the ancient country!
As the fourth drop of blood flew out, the vortex in the sky gradually stopped, and there were signs of dissipating. Once it dissipated, the blood of the ancient veins in the sky will completely end this time. Although Wang Lin has passed through, he is destined to do it. Only four drops of blood can be obtained, only one drop more than Ye Mo!
For him, this is already very much. After all, he is inheriting Yu Yemo. Today's Si Di has surpassed Ye Mo back then. It is almost Wang Lin's limit to be able to do this!
After all, he is not a genius, after all, he did not grow up on the Xiangang Continent, after all, he was only a weak creature born in the world of Dongfu. He can't compare to the man in the imperial robe, the other party can get six drops of blood, and can become a royal family of Daogu family, what can Wang Lin compare with such Tianjiao!
He is even more inferior to the Xuanluo Great Heavenly Sovereign, who is one of the nine suns, one of the nine strongest people in the Xiangang Continent, a legendary existence, a strong man above tens of thousands, such a character, obtains With eight drops of blood from the ancient ancestor, Wang Lin couldn't compare it.
The only thing he can show is his perseverance and unyielding character, as well as his unwillingness to be controlled by others. In the crisis of life and death, and desperately, he has grown from a weak mortal step by step. Going to the present, looking back, the hardships along the way are shocking enough.
In his life and death again and again, the imperial-robed men of the Xiangang Continent and many ancient cultivators were still cultivating comfortably, protected by the Great Heavenly Sovereign, and they rarely encountered life and death.
In Wang Lin's time and again in exchange for good fortune, the imperial robe man in Xiangang Continent is practicing under the guard of countless clansmen. No matter what he wants, the clansmen will immediately send him.
When Wang Lin cried up to the sky in order to resurrect Li Muwan, holding Li Muwan’s corpse, when he struggled desperately to wake up Li Muwan, the man in the imperial robes of the Xiangang mainland was playing with the strange treasures sent by his tribe. From among the many women who were sent up, he chose the one he was optimistic about and became one of his many concubines.
"Four drops of blood, is my Wang Lin's limit..." The blood in Wang Lin's body condensed, and he looked at the vortex gradually dissipating in the sky, he was not satisfied!
Although he doesn't know what happened to Xiangang Continent at this moment, his character is like this, he is not satisfied, he wants more blood, and he wants his own blood to be stronger!
Nothing else, just for the unyielding in his heart!
"Since you recognize the blood of my ancient race, then just give me four drops of blood, not enough!" Wang Lin's eyes were cold, and his body leaped straight up to the sky to dissipate the whirlpool!
He is different from all the Daogu in the Xiangang Continent. He lives in this cave world. He has never respected the ancient ancestor in his heart. He doesn't respect this ethereal existence, he only believes in his own power!
In this regard, on the Xiangang Continent, even the Xuanluo Great Heavenly Sovereign could not be compared with him, and the Xuanluo Great Heavenly Sovereign still respected the ancestors who existed in the Ming Ming very much.
But Wang Lin is not!
He is the Daogu line, the first person to rush into the vortex after being unsatisfied after getting blood under the blood of the ancient line sky!