Chapter 605: Flesh is like iron, my heart is not dead

"How limited a person's blood is."
Even if the practice reaches the realm of God and mankind, and its blood is abundant, it is still a little bit insignificant compared with a great city.
"With your own blood, it is necessary to transform billions of fine iron."
Chu Huoluo was usually sharp, but now she was speechless in shock.
"A person's blood is certainly not enough."
Shen Zhenyi sighed.
"Even if he was a great master of secret craftsmanship that day, his talents are different, and blood can be transformed into the sea, but it is still insufficient, not to mention his successor."
He paused and said, "This fine iron city is passed down by the great master of secret mystery, from generation to generation, sacrificed with flesh and blood. It is by no means extraordinary. The martial arts warrior has a life span of only sixty. Every thirty years, a new generation of sacrifices is required. "
"sixty?"
The Lord of Long County was shocked.
"That said, the old gentleman-less than sixty?"
She looked at the white-haired old man who was sitting on the ground.
The martial arts practice has the heaviest physical life, and the mortal warriors at the peak of life can live for 150 years. The real warriors can live for more than 300 years.
The Lord of the Iron Blood Sacrifice can only live for sixty years. Isn't this shortened to only one tenth?
Compared to mortals, it has no advantage.
"And once you become the sacrifice lord, dedication of blood, it means that you are integrated with the iron making entrance, and you can never leave half a step."
Shen Zhenyi's eyes also fell on the white-haired old man, showing compassion and respect.
"With the continuous loss of blood, the body is gradually weakened, the limbs are disabled, and the deafness is blind. One day, all five senses are lost, and he is paralyzed and becomes a living dead person."
"Even so his tragic fate has not ended."
Shen Zhenyi's tone had no sorrow or joy, and described his cruel fate.
"The next Lord of the Iron Blood Sacrifice will need to be guided by his flesh and blood to grow up and get the seeds of essence and blood, and then he will be able to achieve the next generation of secret master craftsman."
"When the mysterious master died, there was no dead body."
It's not just dead without a dead body, I'm afraid it's frustrated, nothing left.
Shen Zhenyi was vague and did not say how to use flesh and blood as a guide.
But Chu Huoluo, Dragon County Master and Zi Ningjun are all smart people who can guess a few points, but they are all shuddering.
"Why would they be willing?"
Chu Huoluo didn't understand.
Dedicate your life completely, staying in one place for one life, for one purpose, like a lamb being bleed, even the death of oneself?
How miserable is this life?
Why would anyone want to?
Is it forced?
Shen Zhenyi was silent for a moment, with respect in his tone: "This is called sacrifice."
"sacrifice?"
Chu Huoluo faced each other with Longjun Lord, unknown.
"Sacrifice the individual for the reproduction of the group. Sacrifice the ego and fulfill the great self."
"Simple to say, but what a miracle to do it?"
Shen Zhenyi's gaze was cast on the distant starry sky. On the endless sky, there were the same people and the same race.
auzw.com Such things are happening in every corner of the world.
It's just that sacrifice can be small or big, great or ordinary.
"In fact, the human races in the Seven Wounded World have come to an end, and the rise and reproduction of the ferocious beasts are the scourge of human races."
"Once the beast begins to erupt, at the level of the divine realm, there will be many powerful beings quickly, which is incomparable to the people who practice step by step."
"Originally, without the millennium, the human race will be swept away. When we cut the moon and fly immortals, I am afraid we will only see the world raging by beasts."
Shen Zhenyi also considered this possibility.
Fortunately, they came to this world of seven injuries.
There is a city.
When there is a city, there are people.
It is from thousands of years ago that some people turned flesh and blood into the Great Wall, blocking the brutal invasion of fierce beasts, and retaining the vitality and blood of the human race.
Although thousands of years have passed, many people have become accustomed to the existence of the city. Most people don't know where the wall came from, and it is impossible to sacrifice the sacrifice of this generation of iron man.
But they are still giving their lives silently.
"The city is with people, the city is dead. The flesh is like iron, my heart is not dead"
The disciple disciples, with white-haired old men as the center, sat in many circles, clasping their hands and singing loudly.
Many people's masks were shattered, revealing blood-stained faces, calm eyes, firm looks, and no sign of shrinking.
They knew that they could not get involved in the battle of the sixth-order Nie Ma'er and the Presbyterian Church in the Divine Realm, but the iron gate was their last line of defense, and no one thought of taking this opportunity to escape.
"Oh!"
Sha Wuchou has long been like an ancient well, but he thought he had practiced for hundreds of years and had no blood in his heart. Seeing this situation, he still couldn't help the blood pouring into it, howling, turning into a more fierce The fireball, like a moth's fire, hit Nie Ma'er's bone claw.
"trouble!"
Qiufeng Ye closed his eyes, and the long sword like frost finally stopped. He took out the mysterious swordsmanship that he had studied for so many years, and the offensive was like a tide, leaving life and death aside—in other words, trusting his companions completely.
-Originally, these guys were all untrustworthy.
"Xuanguang shines!"
Guang Shengjun also desperately took a deep breath, his body suddenly swelled and turned into a ball, and an arc of light was emitted from the body's 360 acupoints, turning into a barrier, stopping in front of everyone Become a solid guardian and guarantee!
"What a fool"
Kurosawa sighed quietly, his body flickered and flickered, appearing and disappearing, like ghosts. Even him, he suddenly added more attacks, and even took risks at times, trying to sneak attacks on Nie Ma'er's points.
A smile appeared on Shen Zhenyi's face.
"It's not time for the human race to die."
The blood is still there, the city is still there.
At the last juncture, even if it is a person with a cunning heart, even if it is usually a fraud, but the brothers are against the wall and the insult is protected from it!
At this time, everyone can only trust their companions to fight their last strength.
Because this is the only way to survive!
"Flood is like iron, I am not dead!"
"Flood is like iron, I am not dead!"
The iron blood chanted loudly, and the original damaged black iron array also began to recover. Two unbroken fine iron dragons issued a trembling dragon chant and stood up to re-attack Nie Maer!
Flesh is like iron, my heart is not dead!
This is Terran, the last line of defense.
The iron gate is immortal, and the city is not falling, which is related to the lives of hundreds of millions of people.
-No one can step back.