Chapter 392: The Secret of God's Blood (1)

Lost six elders, no one can beat the king of war!
In the territory of the God of War, there is absolutely no village or tribe that can violate the will of the God of War!
In just a few days, Zhan Shenshan chose the seven elders, and countless things were innumerable. He was so busy with the king and others that he was playing with the heels, and he was busy all day and night, but he was so busy with these things.
Chutian was not interested in blending these things. He promised to help the king of war to resurrect the glory of the of war, but he did not say that he would help the war king to deal with these messy daily affairs.
Accompanied by the blood and military commander, Chu Tian stood in front of the gate leading to the blood bath.
One hundred blood guards joined forces. They urged the gods to swallow the heavens, shouting loudly, and they tried their best. They were flushed, and the roots on the forehead jumped, almost exhausting the last trace of the body. The strength, they slowly pushed open the door that has not been opened for nearly a thousand years.
In the low roar, the threshold opened a gap that could accommodate people sideways. One hundred blood guards were exhausted and the panting was sitting on the ground.
The war-stricken dissatisfied shook his head, and he sighed deeply: "The generation is not as good as a generation! Legend has it that among the ancestors of the year, there was a powerful soldier with a finger, and this door could be opened, but now, one hundred The most powerful warriors of the God of War team can join forces to push open such a small seam!"
Chu Tian grinned, no snoring!
The war was aggravated by the decline of the war of the gods of war, but Chu Tian knew that these blood, anybody's physical strength can crush him!
In the Ares Mountain, below the million dragon power is the warrior, the strength of a real dragon is the warrior, the force of the ten real dragons is the warlord!
These blood guards, the strength of the top of the water, the weakest have the physical strength of nine more real dragons!
Anyone with a squad can take a slap in the face--wearing the chest of Chutian, and the war is not full of the fighting power of these blood guards. Chutian can't really speak.
A thick blood leaked out of the gap in the gate, an extremely thick, extremely mellow, smoked people's head heavy, like a drunken singular breath from the door.
Chutian just sniffed the breath that came out of the door. He felt that his blood was suddenly smashed up. It was like eating a full-fledged big-filled Dan. From the heat wave in the bone marrow, he was full of energy. A strong force of the stock filled the whole body, making his skin become red.
The mouse stood on the shoulders of Chutian, and the small nose was pumped hard. The slender tail slammed hard: "There is a drop..."
A silver flash of light flashed in the scorpion, and the mouse shook his head and didn't say anything.
Chutian walked in through the cracks of the door, and the thick blood sprinkled on him. This layer of blood was heavy, giving people a feeling of near-solidity. It was extremely difficult to press every step of the day.
Inside the gate, it is a temple in a long and wide number. In the middle of the main hall is a blood pool with a diameter of a thousand feet. I don’t know the blood pool in the depth of the pool. The viscous plasma with a golden color is like a magma of the crater. There are huge bubbles that are tumbling from below.
The bubbles blasted on the surface of the plasma, and a viscous, pure blood gas flew out. After flying upwards and tens of feet high, it slowly turned into a drop of fine blood and dropped back into the blood pool.
Just above the blood pool, a purple-gold head-sized blood drop is suspended. This blood drop is like a crystal carved into a crystal clear, a wave of heavy and abnormal blood fluctuations constantly rushing out of the blood, filling the blood of the entire hall, is also released from this blood drop.
Around the blood pool, there are statues of twelve heads and six teeth, and the statues with hundreds of feet open their mouths. The pure heaven and earth are transformed into the 'water flow' visible to the naked eye, constantly from the big mouth of the statue. Squirting, a steady stream of purple gold drops.
With the infusion of the heavens and the earth, a stream of blood smaller than the hair is continuously flowing from the blood droplets of the moment, and is continuously injected into the blood pool below.
Chutian’s vast spiritual consciousness enveloped the blood in the past.
A horrible spiritual pressure immediately rushed out of the blood as a tsunami, and the heavy shackles were in the spirit of Chutian.
Chutian only felt that his head had been hit by a mountain. The spiritual pain was painful, and the subconscious rushed out. The spiritual pressure was rushed out and he rushed into the gods of Chutian. Heaven, collapsed his soul.
The faint light of the golden light flashed, and the spiritual pressure that had already slammed into the body of Chutian suddenly stagnate, and then slowly retreated.
Chu Tian snorted, he squatted back a few steps backwards, two blood in his nose spurted out.
Just a little touch, I almost hurt the soul, and this is just a negligible little bit of soul pressure left in the blood!
God knows the existence of the blood that is left here, and to what extent his body is tyrannical.
Taking a deep breath and wiping the blood on his face, Chu Tian’s spiritual knowledge re-emerged, carefully approaching the blood drop. This time, the blood drop seems to recognize the identity of Chutian, and did not counterattack again.
The spirit touched the blood drops carefully, slowly, a little bit, a trace of silk, a millimeter, very gentle into the core of the blood drop.
This blood floating in the blood bath does not know how many years, is alive!
Its interior maintains the vitality of Chutian as a heavenly person. The spirits of the heaven and earth, which are constantly transmitted by the twelve statues of the gods, are transformed into the purest life energy inside the blood drops, and some of the life energy is used to maintain blood drops. Exist, the remaining part of the life energy is infected by the blood droplets, gradually transformed into the same as the blood drop, but the energy level of the reservoir is weaker and much less, and it is continuously dripped into the blood pool.
This blood is a plasma processing plant!
The spirit of heaven and earth is the raw material, and the heavy and viscous plasma in the blood pool is the final product!
This blood has an extremely magical power, which can make people reborn, and even transform the blood of people, let people have a more powerful body, and have more powerful potential and heritage.
Perhaps, the person who left this blood is the ancestral they said, the of war they worship!
The blood in the blood bath can fundamentally transform the soldiers who enter the bath, break into the butterfly, stand in a higher realm, have a higher starting point, and can glimpse farther and more beautiful scenery.
"The supply of the heavens and the earth is not enough!" Chutian sensed the enormous power contained in the blood drop. It is completely in the embarrassing situation of 'a woman who is difficult to be without rice.' It has the power to make a hundred times and thousands of times. The magical plasma, but the supply of the heavens and the earth is insufficient, and the manufacturing capacity of this blood has not been able to be exerted.