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Chapter 1593 Want to worship the blood cauldron?
"Did you bring what I wanted?"

The voice ignored Chen Muyu at all, and repeated again, but it was a little more severe than before.

This tone made Chen Muyu feel that if he didn't give a satisfactory answer, the owner of this voice would rush out and fuck him.

"What?" Chen Muyu asked immediately.

If you ask yourself what you want for no reason, you have to tell me, what do you want?

"Worship the blood cauldron!"

The voice slowly spit out three words.

Worship the blood tripod?
Chen Muyu was shocked.

My heart skipped a beat, this existence, what I want is to worship the blood tripod?
"pass it to me!"

While Chen Muyu was in a daze, the voice began to urge.

Chen Muyu quickly shook his head, "I don't know what to worship the blood cauldron!"

Completely pure and innocent.

The cauldron of worshiping blood was indeed on his body, but why should he hand it over?
For no reason, it's impossible to be fierce because of you. Whatever you want, I have to satisfy you.

What's more, Bai Xueding was left in the world of his mind, and now he can't get in touch with the world of his mind, where can he get it?

"You have the aura of worshiping the blood cauldron on your body." The voice came again.

Chen Muyu's face twitched slightly, what the hell is this, is there such a good nose?
"What kind of breath, I don't know." Chen Muyu still had an innocent face.

Immediately, he felt as if a pair of eyes were watching him in the dark, and the whole person seemed to be standing here with his clothes off, being seen through from the inside out.

Standing in place, Chen Muyu didn't dare to move.

"It's really not on you?"

The voice was somewhat puzzled, "But why do you have the aura of worshiping the blood cauldron? Have you ever seen the worshiping blood cauldron?"

"Worship the blood cauldron?"

Chen Muyu frowned, "What does it look like?"

"The treasure that the ancient blood race cultivated for countless years..."

That voice spoke faintly, and in the next second, a large cauldron manifested in the void in front of Chen Muyu.

When Chen Muyu saw it, wasn't he worshiping the blood cauldron?

"Ah, I seem to have seen this cauldron before. Is this the worshiping blood cauldron?" Chen Muyu still had such a simple expression on his face.

"Where can I see it?" the voice followed.

"You make me think about it."

Chen Muyu pretended to be deep in thought, and suddenly thought of something, "In a burrow in the back mountain of the ancient blood clan, there were piles of bones, it was very scary, there were many people there, and they all wanted to bring the cauldron away But the cauldron is nothing special, everyone tried everything, but they couldn't take it away..."

"Ah."

Hearing Chen Muyu's words, the voice laughed, "Worshiping the blood cauldron is the painstaking efforts of the entire ancient blood clan for countless years and countless clansmen. How could it be that just a few people can take it away."

"Fellow Daoist, you seem to be from the ancient blood clan? Who is the ancient blood clan?" Chen Muyu asked curiously.

"Ha ha."

The voice chuckled, "Who am I, you don't need to know now, let me ask you, is the blood-worshiping cauldron still in the cave you mentioned?"

"maybe."

Chen Muyu looked unconfident, "When we left the blood world, the big cauldron was still there, but later the second ancestor of Dragon and Phoenix went to the blood world, and it is said that he slaughtered all living beings in the blood world, is the big tripod Still, I don't know."

"Heh, the Second Patriarch of Dragon and Phoenix?"

A chuckle seemed to be very contemptuous, "You can't move to worship the blood cauldron, and the two of you, dragon and phoenix, naturally can't move either."

"Oh?"

Chen Muyu raised his eyebrows, the existence in the sarcophagus seems to know a lot about worshiping the blood cauldron.

He wanted to ask a question, but he was afraid that if he talked too much, it would arouse the vigilance of this existence.

"Help me get back the Blood Worship Cauldron." The voice was simple and crisp.

"Uh……"

Chen Muyu hesitated, "Fellow Daoist, you also said that even the Second Ancestor of Dragon and Phoenix couldn't take away the Blood Worship Cauldron. With my cultivation, how could I do it?"

"I said you can, of course you can."

The voice was faint, as if carrying supreme majesty, and then red lights were seen escaping from the gaps in the sarcophagus, and the red lights condensed and flew directly towards Chen Muyu's hand.

"hiss."

excruciating pain.

Chen Muyu gasped, and almost jumped up on the spot, only to see a drop-shaped scar appeared on the tiger's mouth on his palm, as if it had been branded, and it was even emitting scorched black smoke.

"What?" Chen Muyu turned pale with shock.

"Don't worry, it's just a drop of holy blood."

That voice seemed to comfort Chen Muyu, "With it, you will naturally be able to help me retrieve the Blood Worship Cauldron."

Chen Muyu froze for a moment, "Holy blood? What? Is it harmful to me?"

"Ha ha."

The voice laughed, "Other people can't ask for it, and you are afraid that he will harm you. The power contained in this drop of holy blood is enough for you to break through the current realm and cultivate to the ninth level."

"Oh?"

Chen Muyu was surprised, he didn't feel any energy at all.

"When you get back the Blood Worship Cauldron, the energy in this drop of holy blood will naturally be released slowly, which can be regarded as your reward." Before Chen Muyu could say anything more, the voice said.

"Aren't you afraid, I took this holy blood and ran away? Or I took the blood worship cauldron and didn't give it to you?" Chen Muyu asked.

The voice laughed, "The Blood Worship Cauldron can only work if it is in my hands. What's the point of you taking away a useless thing? Besides, you think I'm trapped here and can't get out, so you let me Are you going to get the blood-worshiping cauldron, hehe, I just have more important things to do, so I can't leave for the time being."

This voice, like opening a chatterbox, actually said a lot of words for an unprecedented time.

But he never told Chen Muyu what his identity was.

Chen Muyu took a deep breath, "I have some questions."

"Say." A faint word came out.

"why me?"

Chen Muyu tentatively asked some questions that he might be able to answer.

"You have the aura of worshiping the blood cauldron." He answered as expected, but Chen Muyu was not very satisfied with this answer.

Is it because I have the aura of worshiping the blood cauldron, that's why you brought me here alone?
Chen Muyu hesitated, "What happened to Yuntanxing?"

long silence.

That voice did not answer Chen Muyu's question.

After a long time, Chen Muyu had no choice but to give up, and asked instead, "The rebirth and return of so many powerhouses in the world of gods and demons should be related to you, right? Where have all the ninth-level powerhouses gone?"

"Ha ha."

There was another faint smile, "They, you can treat them all as fallen, and there are a few who didn't fall, it should be about the same."

A faint sentence made the hairs on Chen Muyu's back stand on end, and for some reason, he felt shuddering.

Although the owner of this voice did not admit that everything about Yun Tan Xing was related to him, the fact is self-evident.

(End of this chapter)