Chapter 2773: burial

"Who?"
Hearing this voice, Xiao Fan was shocked suddenly, and the power of the soul spread out, covering every corner of the palace, however, he found nothing.
Let alone people, I didn't even see a ghost shadow.
You know, Xiao Fan is in the middle stage of the Divine King Realm, and the power of his soul is comparable to that of the late Divine King, but he can't even detect it, and the opponent's strength is not so terrible.
Is it an illusion?
Xiao Fan shook his head, the voice was very real and definitely not fake.
"No need to look for it, I'm right in front of your eyes." The voice continued to sound, somewhat hoarse.
In front of you?
Xiao Fan's face changed slightly, and he drew back, he even felt the sound of breathing.
call!
Suddenly, a ray of light bloomed in the center of the main hall, and a terrifying breath of peerlessness rushed out. Xiao Fan was caught off guard and was lifted off by the force and hit the palace heavily.
When Xiao Fan returned to his senses, a figure appeared in the center of the hall.
It was a middle-aged man wearing a black robe, with long snow-white hair flying in the wind, his dark eyes like two whirlpools, unfathomable.
The middle-aged man is slightly burly in figure, with his hands held upright, his robe agitating, and hunting.
"Xiao Fan has seen seniors!" Xiao Fan held his figure slightly and bowed to the middle-aged man.
In front of the middle-aged man, Xiao Fan felt his insignificance, like a drop in the ocean, completely negligible, while the other party was like a vast ocean and a vast magic mountain.
However, Xiao Fan felt a familiar breath from the opponent.
Huhu!
As soon as the voice fell, the blood of Asura in Xiao Fan's body boiled in vain, and a strong golden light burst out like a round of blazing sun.
"This?" Xiao Fan was shocked. He felt that he had no secrets at all in front of the middle-aged man.
Moreover, the endless blood of battle in his body also turned on itself uncontrollably.
"Sure enough, it is endless blood." The middle-aged man nodded in satisfaction, and said: "I have waited for a million years, and finally I have waited!"
"A million years?" Xiao Fan was surprised. Does this middle-aged man live a million years?
For Xiao Fan, let alone a million years, it is a hundred years, and it is also extremely long.
"Dare to ask Senior?" Xiao Fan took a deep breath and looked at the middle-aged man.
Although it was the first time I saw a middle-aged man, Xiao Fan felt that the middle-aged man was very cordial, and even felt connected by blood.
"Don't you have the answer in your heart?" The middle-aged man smiled slightly, not the majesty of the superior, but like a kind elder.
Xiao Fan swallowed his saliva, took a deep breath and said, "Are you... buried?"
With the last word, Xiao Fan seemed to have exhausted all his strength.
"My name is buried!" The middle-aged man nodded.
boom!
Xiao Fan's head resembled a lightning strike. Although he had suspected it a long time ago, he heard the middle-aged man admit that it was still difficult for him to calm down.
burial!
This name couldn't be more familiar to Xiao Fan. It was the first time he saw this name when he saw the tombstones of the great emperors.
However, since then, this name has been lingering for a long time, and it has been deeply imprinted in Xiao Fan's mind.
"You are the senior of my Asura clan? Xiong Lin's master?" Xiao Fan forced himself to calm down.
"Are these important?" The middle-aged man Fu said with a faint smile, and did not admit or deny it.
"It's really not important." Xiao Fan smiled bitterly, he just wanted to know the guess in his heart.
I heard from the White Demon that Xiong Lin's master was an ancestor of the Shura clan. Xiao Fan was not sure at the beginning, but since he came across the source crystal that sealed Xiong Lin, he was probably sure.
Only now that he was admitted by the funeral, Xiao Fan was still very uneasy.
You know, Xiong Lin is a great emperor-level cultivation base, and may even surpass the great emperor-level at his peak. How powerful is the master as Xiong Lin?
Xiao Fan did not dare to think further, and at this moment, the voice of the funeral sounded again.
"Taking the mid-level cultivation base of the Divine King Realm, being able to come here is enough to show that you are extraordinary." The funeral voice continued, "Furthermore, I see that your body has been baptized by blood and ghost, it seems that your good fortune. "
"It's just luck." Xiao Fan smiled bitterly and shook his head.
The ability to meet the Blood Sea Nether was entirely because the White Demon had an accident while manipulating the teleportation array, otherwise, he would not have encountered the Blood Sea Nether.
"There is not so much luck in the world." Funeral shook his head faintly, then suddenly changed the conversation, and said: "However, the endless blood in your body is extremely impure!"
"Is it not pure? Is it because I swallowed other blood vessels?" Xiao Fan's face was slightly dark, but he quickly recovered his calm, and said respectfully, "Senior, please!"
He knows that the funeral is the Xiuluo son of the previous generation, who became the patriarch of Xiuluo.
Moreover, Funeral's understanding of endless blood is far beyond his own. If he can let Funeral help, his own endless blood will definitely be more powerful and domineering.
"This is just one aspect." The tone of the funeral was very plain, as if nothing in this world could wave his heartstrings, "There are too many impurities in the endless blood of your body, including the power of other blood that you swallow."
"But!" Funeral said, "The most important thing is that the power of your endless blood is too low. The true endless blood is made by fusing nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine divine blood, and yours Now it has only merged more than one hundred kinds."
"Nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine kinds?" Xiao Fan was shocked, and his mouth was enough to stuff a duck egg.
Almost ten thousand kinds of blood, and there are still different, how can this be merged?
"The nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine god-level bloodlines I'm talking about are just the ultimate form of endless battle blood. You have a long way to go if you want to fuse nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine kinds of blood." The funeral tone was flat.
Xiao Fan took a deep breath and said, "Junior took the liberty to ask, can Senior be the ultimate form of endless battle blood?"
Asking this question, Xiao Fan's breathing became a little quicker, and his eyes fell on the funeral.
Funeral smiled slightly, sighed and said, "It is so difficult to condense the blood of thousands of blood. The patriarchs of Asura have never reached it before."
"There are countless races in the Primordial God Realm, and there are countless bloodlines. Why can't you succeed?" Xiao Fan frowned.
He didn't know the strength of the funeral, but it definitely reached a point that he couldn't compare. It shouldn't be difficult to get the power of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine bloodlines.
The funeral naturally saw Xiao Fan’s doubts at a glance, and said with a smile:
It’s not difficult to get these god-level bloodlines. It can integrate more than nine thousand god-level bloodlines, but it’s too difficult. I spent hundreds of thousands of years. Less than nine thousand kinds have been integrated."
Nine thousand kinds? Xiao Fan was shocked, he now only merged more than one hundred kinds, and the gap with nine thousand kinds was only one place per day.