The fifth drop, the sixth drop... Until the ninth drop of blood, they appeared in a straight line from the depths of the whirlpool, whizzing toward Wang Lin's eyebrows.
Wang Lin's eyes were gleaming, staring at the rapidly coming blood, without evading, letting the five drops of blood spot on the center of his eyebrows, as if penetrating into his body.
At the moment when the fifth drop of blood merged, Wang Lin's whole body immediately reverberated, and a powerful force burst out from the blood, causing Wang Lin's body to step back a few steps, his eyes shining brightly, that kind of powerful feeling , Let him clenched his fists.
At this moment, the sixth drop of blood immediately followed, pouring into Wang Lin's eyebrows again, roaring and whirling, all the blood in Wang Lin's body seemed to boil, madly absorbing the blood power in this drop of blood, and continuously fused with Flowing, filled Wang Lin's body, especially when it poured into his heart, it made Wang Lin's heartbeat throbbing and throbbing loudly like thunder.
When he backed away again, Wang Lin Yangtian let out a roar, and at this moment there was a severe pain throughout his body. This pain was countless times stronger than the four drops of blood before, as if his body was about to be torn, and new flesh and blood was growing!
Immediately afterwards, the seventh drop of blood came roaring, and at the moment when he merged with Wang Lin’s eyebrows, Wang Lin’s expression was distorted, his whole body bulged, and the blood flow in his body reached its limit. Under the rapid flow, Wang Lin’s body With the weird squirming, his bones gradually emitted the same red glow in the blood flow.
The strength of the ancient ancestor bloodline in his body suddenly increased. This bloodline, from the thinness at the beginning, to the rich and rapid transition.
The people of the ancient country, like the immortals, the stronger the bloodline, the more noble the identity, the stronger the power that can be exerted.
The fusion of seven drops of blood has already made Wang Lin’s bloodline in the Daogu clan, second only to the existence of the emperor. You must know that the emperor is because he is the descendant of the ancient ancestor, and the blood of the ancient ancestor is naturally contained in his body. After fusing six drops of blood, he became Dao Gu Huang Zun!
However, Wang Lin does not have any ancient ancestor bloodline himself, and he has not even been recognized before. At this moment, the seven drops of ancient ancestral blood, the bloodline condensed in his body, is naturally not as good as the emperor who has the good fortune of heaven and earth. Respect.
There is this essential difference between the two people, just like the emperor and the people. But this difference is not unchangeable. The eighth drop of blood flew out, and at the moment when it met Wang Lin's eyebrows and merged with his body, the blood concentration in Wang Lin's body increased, and the roar in his body became stronger. , The pain came from the bone marrow in the body, making Wang Lin's body tremble constantly as he retreated.
The blood of the ancient ancestors, like the blood of the immortals, changes is that once the bone marrow changes, the blood created will naturally change, so that it will naturally have the power of the blood!
But to change the bone marrow, it is difficult to start directly from the inside. It requires external force to squeeze and change gradually. This external force is the blood flowing in Wang Lin's body at this moment. This blood contains the breath of the ancient ancestor, which is constantly flowing. It melts into Wang Lin's whole body bones, penetrates inward, and gradually floods into his bone marrow. While it is changing rapidly, it is also making Wang Lin's bloodline from ordinary to noble, from stray to authentic!
The fusion of eight drops of blood still did not make Wang Lin's bloodline as rich as that of the emperor, but it was infinitely close, even only a slight gap, under the fusion of the ninth drop of blood, it suddenly surpassed!
Nine drops of blood melted into Wang Lin's bones, completely changed his bone marrow, and possessed a blood concentration surpassing that of the emperor, making Wang Lin, it can be said that Wang Lin became the first person in the Daogu bloodline!
But all this is not over yet, the appearance of that drop of soul blood makes the starry sky surrounded by purple in an instant. This purple is full of a strange power. The moment it appeared, it attracted all the eyes of Wang Lin. .
He looked at that purple blood, a desire from blood, filled his whole body in such an instant, under the flash of that purple blood, the purple light was imprinted on the center of Wang Lin's eyebrows!
It was not fusion with its blood or blood, this drop of blood was integrated into Wang Lin's soul!
The richness of blood can make Wang Lin's Daogu power burst out of strength, but it will not change his soul. In the final analysis, he is just a Dao ancient tribe, but this soul blood can change Wang Lin's soul. , Let his soul become the soul of Daogu, let his soul surpass all the people of Daogu family!
Let him truly become an existence even more noble than the emperor, or in other words, equivalent to the fourth son of the ancient ancestor!
At the moment when the soul blood melted in, Wang Lin was stunned. His eyes were lost. If his body was not his own, he drifted back slowly, and finally landed in the altar, leaning on Ye. Lonely arm, lying there.
The vortex of the starry sky slowly dissipated at this moment, and it didn't take long for it to disappear without a trace, making the starry sky back to its original state, no difference from the usual. If there is a difference, it is the quietness here, which is terrifying. There is no whirling sound.
All the fierce beasts here also hid their bodies. They dared not make any sound while trembling. Slowly, in this strange silence, there seemed to be coercion.
Wang Lin is in a coma. If he is not awake, the place will be quiet for ten thousand years. If he is not awake, there will be no sound in this place forever. This coercion spreads from his body and covers all directions.
Wang Lin's deity fell asleep, the clone also floated in the starry sky outside the altar, closed his eyes cross-legged, motionless.
In this deep sleep of consciousness, Wang Lin had a dream. This dream was different from Dream Dao. He was not clear, but very vague. In that dream, Wang Lin saw a person.
This is an ordinary-looking man, his body is extremely large, he stands there, as if the world is under his feet, his eyes look down on the earth, showing a look of contempt.
"If I let the sky fall, the sky will fall. If I let the earth fall, the earth must be broken. If I let all living beings die, no one will dare to survive.
I am ancient. I was born before the heavens and the earth appeared, and I lived before the beginning of the universe. But before me, there were still immortals appearing, immortals wishing to enslave me, then this immortal will be destroyed by me!
If I fail, then my descendants will be enemies for generations to come, and for generations to come, vowed to let the world be free of immortals!
But, will I lose, I will never!
Nine drops of soul blood, send me three sons, you will lead my ancient people and people, on the day when the three phases of the nine songs come together, waiting for my reincarnation, waiting for my inheritors to appear...
Shun is common, against is immortal, against heaven and immortal, against immortal, immortal! "
This dream slowly ended in the ordinary man's words that made Wang Lin feel trembling, until Wang Lin opened his eyes on the altar, and the words still whispered in his ears.
On the center of Wang Lin's eyebrows, eight ancient gods dotted, revealing purple, slowly turning, similarly, within his eyes, the demon star and demon star flickered at the same time, faintly glowing purple.
This purple color comes from that soul blood, from Wang Lin's Daogu soul at this moment!
He slowly sat up and looked in front of the starry sky. After a long silence, a breath of contemplating the world exploded on his body. This breath is not respecting the sky, not worshipping the earth, the heaven and the earth are rotten and I am immortal. , The sky collapses and I am not overbearing!
This overbearing is the inverse of the ancient clan!
At this moment, Wang Lin is completely different from the previous one!
He sat on the altar, his eyes swept across the starry sky, scattered from his body, and finally landed on the lonely giant arm beside him, his eyes flashed suddenly, bursting into light.
There is a powerful force in this arm, this force seems to be able to tear open the sky, this is the strongest force belonging to Dao Gu Ye's lonely right hand!
Staring at this arm, Wang Lin slowly raised his right hand and pressed it on this arm. At the moment of pressing, Wang Lin’s eyebrows and 24 star points on both eyes spun rapidly, bursts of purple all over his body, smoothly. Putting his right hand directly into that Ye Lo's arm.
In an instant, that huge arm suddenly shook, and there seemed to be resistance and struggle faintly. Even though Wang Lin had obtained the inheritance of Dao Gu Ye's loneliness, the inheritance was not perfect after all. It was still difficult to integrate this arm.
It's just that the difficulty was for Wang Lin, who had not crossed the blood of the ancient veins, and now, in front of Wang Lin, who has soul blood and the pure blood condensed by nine drops of ancient ancestor blood, it is really insignificant!
"Ye Mo, give me this arm."
Wang Lin spoke slowly, as if talking to himself, but also as lonely words towards death in the dark, his voice was calm, without any fluctuations. At the moment these words came out, his twenty-four eyebrows became more purple, and even within Wang Lin's soul, he exuded a frightening aura even if Ye lonely did not die.
This breath merged into Wang Lin's right hand, slightly lifted it and pressed it on the arm again, listening to the roar and whirling, suppressed the struggle of the arm, slowly, the arm shrank, and finally in a flash of gloomy light, completely Melting into Wang Lin's right hand made his right hand completely different in a short period of time!
Compared with his left hand, Wang Lin's right hand is extremely rough, and there are countless complicated runes, and there is a faint iron color permeating it, which makes people feel shocked at first glance.
Raising his right hand and placing it in front of him, Wang Lin looked calm and looked at it. After a long time, he withdrew his gaze and slammed his right hand toward the starry sky!
"Tear the sky!"
With a word, the stars roared, but Wang Lin's right hand was torn off, the world collapsed, and behind him a huge arm shadow appeared, and then torn apart, under the roar, a huge crack appeared directly. In front of Wang Lin, the cracks collapsed layer by layer and were torn apart by him.
This force of tearing the sky, even a monk in the early stage of Kong Xuan, was enough to be torn to death by him, even if he encountered it in the middle stage of Kong Xuan, he had to retreat in amazement!
Under this tear, the altar where Wang Lin was sitting buzzed and trembled, and a layer of ripples echoed on it, as if resisting the aftermath of the torn sky.
In the ripples, Wang Lin lowered his head and took a closer look at the altar, revealing a strange glow in his eyes.
"This altar is weird!"
I’m in a bad condition today. I should have heatstroke again, dizziness, and sweating all the time. Damn summer, damn sun, I like winter.