Chapter 1178: Shura Blood Gate

"Yuan Jingdaoyou, the little white baboon in your family seems to have not yet reached adulthood, and the power of the blood is not enough..." The Qing patriarch first spoke.
"Hey! I have long said that you are a waste. It is also a good idea to list the 16th National Wild Monks. Where is the blood of the ancient real spirits in your body?" A tall figure with a sly face and white hairs behind him. The tall man shouted.
It is one of the 16th National People's Religion, the white-backed ghost patriarch, which is regarded as the bloodline of the true spirit king Zhu, which is inferior to the Qing dynasty, and has always been the leader of the Qing dynasty.
The old man with long eyebrows heard the words, just looked at him and sighed and said nothing.
The mountain python is different from other true spirit kings. The descendants of blood veins left in the past only moved one mountain, and it is not the blood heritage of your orthodox sense, so that after passing down from generation to generation, the power of blood is weaker.
Yuan Shanbai is an odd number for the moving mountain Yi people. The blood of the mountain giants in the body is much more pure than other ethnic groups, but perhaps it is not yet adulthood or any other reason. The power of blood is not enough.
There are more and more accusations around the world, and it is gradually becoming more and more powerful.
Within the wild sanctuary, it is also a voice of doubt. The little white pheasant is surrounded by the center, and the eyes are full of hustle and bustle.
"Is it a thing that he can be the master? You should not blame him any more." Xiaobai couldn't bear to listen to it, and stood in front of Xiaobai, angry.
Although Liu Leer did not speak, she chose to stand with them.
"It’s a waste, it’s going to be accused by others.
The younger lord said.
"It's useless. At the moment, Shura's blood can't be opened. You can't blame for moving the mountains and the Yi people." The celebration of the heart of the heart, everyone is even more angry.
They are so angry, but because the blood can not be opened, they have no chance to inherit the blood of the real king.
Han Li looked at this scene, his eyes were deep, and his eyes were hesitant.
"Han Xiaoyou..." At this moment, Bai Ze, who had been sitting on the stone chair, suddenly shouted.
Everyone heard the sound, suddenly quieted down, and all eyes looked at Han Li.
Han Li sighed in the heart, this real spirit king let himself climb into the temple, it really is a plot.
"Wang Shang..." However, although he already understood what he meant, Han Li still did not know, and said with a fist.
When Bai Ze saw it, he didn't mind. He stood up from the stone chair and looked at everyone. He said:
"Before you have been reluctant to hung up Han Xiaoyou, and he is ashamed of his entrance to the temple. I don't know if I want to open the blood of Shura. Non-Han Xiaoyou can't help."
"What..." The crowd heard it and was amazed.
"Rely on him, a human race..." The celebration is even more incredible.
"The blood in the small white scorpion is no problem, just because of the young age, the blood is not completely open. Although Han Xiaoyou is a human race, there are bloodstains of the real spirits of the kings and mountains. Although they are not based on reproduction, they are better than the mountains. There must be a lot of purity." Bai Ze slowly walked toward the crowd and said.
When this statement came out, everyone was even more surprised. Yuan Shanbai was also full of surprises.
"Han Xiaoyou, you... can you help us with a wild hand?" Bai Ze came to Han Li and asked.
"Wang, my body is full of blood, I am afraid that I will live up to your expectations." Han Li listened, did not make a clear statement, but pushed away.
"It's a good thing to mix blood. I have to peel off my own prescription. As long as you are willing to agree, you can enter the door after the blood is opened, and your physical defects can also be used to make up." Bai Ze said.
The celebrations and other people listened to this, and the heart was even more mischievous. On the one hand, they did not want Han Li to enter the blood gate. On the other hand, they had to ask for help from Han Li and help them open the blood.
Han Liyi listened to this statement, his heart moved slightly, his mouth twitched, and he looked at the celebration and the lord.
The two saw him so look, his heart was slightly tight, and they all had some bad feelings.
"Wang, I have a request, as long as I can meet it." Han Li said.
"But it's fine," Bai Ze said.
"I need two drops of 梼杌 and Zhu 厌 blood," said Han Li.
"This is easy to handle. After the opening of Shura's blood, some people inherited their blood. I took two drops of the most pure blood to you." Bai Ze first was a glimpse, then laughed.
"You don't have to be so troublesome, from the two Qing and the Wu people, they can take a drop of blood," said Han Li.
Bai Zewen said that there are some accidents. After all, after inheriting the blood of the real spirit, the power of blood is the most powerful.
He did not know that Han's three-dimensional mixed blood, never pursued how strong the blood is, but to achieve a state of balance, and Han Li has this requirement, it is not deliberately against the celebration.
Rather, he is lacking two kinds of physical and sturdy blood in the four forms of magic that can be transformed by the combination of prisonership and horror.
梼杌 and Zhu Ren are the most powerful defensive abilities in the Eight Great Spirits, and the most powerful defense is naturally the most appropriate choice.
After Bai Ze slightly hesitated, he nodded and agreed.
When the celebration was seen, the eyes looked at Han Li, and the color of resentment in the eyes became more and more intense.
"Since Han Daoyou is the benefactor of our wilderness, I am a mysterious family." When I saw the lord, the unwillingness of the eyes flashed away, but soon I put on a smile and said.
After all, he took the initiative to lift his palm, and the light flashed in his palm, condensing a drop of blood from it and sending it forward.
The celebration was full of incomprehensibleness. When I saw the Lord, I didn’t speak. The voice of the latter sounded:
"Celebration of Taoist friends, do not have to entangle the gains and losses of this time, after we have inherited the blood of the real spirit, the identity is naturally different from the present, then you want to crush him, it is not a matter of flicking."
The celebration heard the words, suddenly realized, and then condensed a drop of blood, flying to Han Li
Two drops of blood hang in the air, Han Li accessed the hands of a probe, found that there has not been done in the hands and feet, can not help but flash a touch of unexpected colors.
"Thank you..." Han Li put it up with a jade bottle and said.
After all, he also condensed a drop of his own blood and sent it to Bai Ze.
Bai Ze raised his hand and waved it into his hands. He just smacked it on his face. The drop of blood was like boiling. The surface was full of smoke, and it was actually directly burning the rest of the blood. The blood of the mountain python.
I saw him flexing his fingers, and the drops of blood flew into the brazier.
"Boom" sounds!
Inside the brazier, like pouring oil, a flame was violently slammed into the image of the mountain giant python, and the entire hall was once again shrouded in light.
Above the plaza, everyone was still arguing, but suddenly felt a tremor under the earth, and a dark red light overflowed from above the ground, turning into a huge pattern of light and shadow.
The eight ancient mountain roads shine brightly, and the eight true spirits that have disappeared before are once again emerging, and the light is more prosperous.
Immediately afterwards, the eight barren hills, the eight barren hills, the towns and deserts, all the barbarians fell to the ground, praying with their unique rituals.
Above the earth, a ray of light rises from the sky and gathers at the dome of the sky, turning into a dazzling light.
On the faraway and innocent wild land, an ancient altar that has been buried for thousands of years is reawakened at this moment. Without human control, it will release its own golden light and shine on the sky.
At this moment, it is difficult for countless people of all ethnic groups to make prayers in a new sense, as if the whole wild world was united and turned into a whole.
Above the top of the Eighths, there are countless blood-colored ray in the void, which has been gathered from the void in all directions, and has become a huge light door.
Above the doorposts on both sides of the light door, a huge Shura face emerges, one glaring and a smiling face.
On the two huge thresholds in the middle, there are various illusory shadows of the wild and true spirits, not only the eight kings of true spirits, but even their blood descendants, as well as the true dragons, white phoenixes, white tigers and other turtles. It also appears on it.
"Appeared, appeared..."
"The blood of Shura appeared..."
......
The cheers on the square continued, everyone was caught in ecstasy, and the long-browed old man who moved the mountain Yi people was also stretched with a brow and a smile.
In the stone temple, the atmosphere is somewhat dignified.
I saw six of the eight stone chairs in front of the statues of the eight real spirits, and six of them were no longer vacant, but in addition to sitting on his body in the middle of the white stone bench, the rest of the 梼杌, Zhu ,, 九尾仙On the stone chairs in front of the statues of foxes, ink-eyed owls and mountain giant pythons, all of them have a shadow of blood and light.
They are all formed into a human form, one looks like a life, but they are just a soul.
Everyone looked at their illusion, and they all gave birth to a strange feeling of blood, but out of reach. Are these blood ancestors?
Xiaobai couldn't help but walked to the front of the ink-scarred figure, looking up at the virtual-looking man who looked plain and relaxed, with a faint glimmer of light in his eyes.
"It seems that in addition to Luo Wei and You Tianpeng, the other eight kings have already fallen..." Bai Ze stood up and said slowly, and there was no sorrow and joy in his tone. It seemed that there was only a slight recollection.
After all, he waved his palms, and those shadows flowed like smoke and merged into the brazier in the temple.
The flame in the brazier suddenly condensed and turned into a fist-sized blood flame ball.
"Let's go..."
Bai Ze screamed and took the blood flame ball into his hand and took everyone to the square outside the temple.
"Wang Shang..." The crowd saw them coming out and shouted loudly.
"The wild revival, since today!" Bai Ze went straight to the square before the blood door, screamed.
As soon as the voice fell, raising his hand and waving, the flame ball rose and rose to the top of the blood.
Just listen to the sound of "砰".
The blood flame light ball shattered and turned into a red sea, drowning the entire blood door.
Under the violent burning of the flames, all the true spirits of the virtual shadows fluttered, and a vortex emerged from it, and the blood of Shura officially opened.