No one knows transmigration better than me!

Chapter 173 First pass

With the power of the red crystal, the underground veins have been cleaned up.

But the script is not over.

This shows that in the offensive of the blood tide, there are still catastrophes that the plateau beast masters cannot cope with.

Ning Luosi thought about it, and finally only thought of one possibility.

It was the blood ancestor, the dirty one that was on the ground four years ago.

The ore veins are intricate and full of red crystals, so it is difficult for the filth to change as much as possible.

But that filth has a continuous supply of blood packs, so it still exists in the world.

Although the blood tide no longer poses a threat to the remnants of the beast masters, the pursuit of Haiyan's blood ancestors also ended in failure.

But as long as this filth is not removed for a day, the situation will continue to be deadlocked.

If I had known today, I shouldn't have done so much at that time.

But it's the same with the shot now, it can just be used as a test to challenge the extreme realm.

The patriarch hesitated: "My lord, there is no need to go back to the ground now, why don't we settle down in the mine veins first and recharge our batteries?"

"Replenish energy?" Ning Luo interrupted, "What do you use to nourish? The red crystal can indeed increase the strength of the clansmen, and can also give more blessings to the beasts, but what do you want those monsters to do?"

"Monsters are afraid of red crystals, so they can't refine them directly. And the energy and blood resources in the mine veins are scarce, so it's impossible for them to kill each other."

"If things go on like this, our imperial beasts will only be eroded by the blood plague and eventually die out."

"At that time, no matter how vast the blood pool of the people is, how can they still have the power to regain the ground?"

The words were so deafening that the patriarch couldn't argue.

They are beast masters, after all, monsters are the biggest reliance.

The so-called rejuvenation is undoubtedly a nonsense in the mine environment.

Simply impossible.

The patriarch hunched his back and frowned. Even though Ning Luo denied his thoughts, he still insisted on his own opinion: "Yes, but, your lord, the blood beasts are raging on the ground, which is too dangerous. Not to mention whether we can expel the blood beasts, but to say that there are no mineral veins. Asylum, fragmented red crystals can't keep a huge tribe at all."

Ning Luo rested his forehead and sighed, only finding it difficult to communicate.

He and the patriarch are in different perspectives, so they naturally have different ideas.

All the patriarch thinks is the continuation of the bloodline. He has been in charge of the blood wolf tribe for decades, but now the tribe has been shattered by the blood tide, and its vitality has been severely damaged.

As the patriarch, he has already neglected his duties, so naturally he can no longer allow the tribe to continue to decline.

What's more, he is old and has long lost his previous hard work, which is why he is so cautious.

In this way, reasoning does not make sense.

Ning Luo didn't intend to waste any more time: "That's easy, I'll clean up the ground, and pick up the clansmen after it's safe."

Patriarch: "."

It seems that it is not uncommon for Ning Luo to speak surprisingly.

After the feat of drawing a map, the patriarch even felt that Ning Luo might be able to turn the tide.

Having said all of this, he couldn't dissuade him any further.

After thinking about it, the patriarch handed over the map to his confidant, and said: "I will go with you, if you fail to come back, then you will lead the clansmen to live in peace, and never make a plan to go back."

Ning Luo didn't interfere with the patriarch's confession, but just cut the red crystal by himself and collected it into the blood pool.

Everything is ready.

Before the patriarch at the side noticed, Ning Luo quietly stepped into the air and went on the road alone.

The tunnel is rugged, but Ning Luo is like walking on flat ground, like a fleeting glimpse, disappearing in an instant.

When the patriarch was halfway through speaking and was about to turn his head to glance at Ning Luo, what he saw was only fragments of red crystals.

"What about people?!"

The patriarch was dumbfounded, he hadn't had much time before and after, Ning Luo suddenly disappeared from the world and disappeared without a trace.

And when he looked at the mess on the ground in a daze, Ning Luo had already broken through the ruins and returned to the surface.

After four years, the air on the plateau is as fishy and sweet as ever.

Looking around, the wilderness is empty, and there are no blood beasts and half monsters left.

Except, that huge beast stretched across the wilderness.

Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The drums beating!

Apparently, it was a dirty heartbeat.

Ning Luo turned around and looked up at the bloated, curled taboo.

It has been sleeping for several years, and it has been waiting for a long time.

Die knows how to learn independently, and also has the instinct to kill.

After suffering losses in Ning Luo's hands before, it attracted the blood beasts on the plateau day after day, devouring them all.

Until now, when Ning Luo appeared, it finally stretched out its curled body and ended its long sleep.

The naked sarcoma is entrenched in the center, and every bulge on it seems to be a heart with various strange shapes.

The corpses of tens of thousands of dragons were coiled together, turning into solid ribs, wrapping the throbbing sarcoid like a fishing net.

Numerous bird feathers are spliced ​​into a pair of mottled wings, like floating clouds covering the sun, hiding the light of the sky.

The spliced ​​feather catkins are also like the scale powder on the wings of moths, reflecting colorful illusions in the sun, making people dazzled.

There are about six pairs of sickle-shaped arms, with claws and fangs of various monsters all over them, which is almost terrifying.

This kind of appearance is far more terrifying than the image of the red barbarian pupating in the world of dust.

Obviously, "filthy" eats the way, and the strength will also vary according to the level of the world, and it is not necessarily weaker than the more intelligent "worm".

It is not unreasonable to say that one side has water and soil to support the other side.

The heart of a war drum, the ribs of a dragon, the scales and feathers of thousands of birds, and the long arms of a sickle blade.

"I really didn't sleep in vain for four years, but I acted like an ancient god."

Ning Luo smiled strangely, he was no stranger to Fei's taboo appearance.

Obscene nomenclature has no rules.

So Ning Luo didn't know how to call the giant in front of him, anyway, he just called it blood dirty.

Or call it a fluttering moth, which is quite vivid.

As for the strength, Ning Luo didn't expect much.

The trial version of Dirty Kong has a horrifying appearance, but it is full of punches and embroidered legs, and it is far from the oppressive force of the Sequential War.

Even compared to Xiao Wang's dirty pupil, his actual combat ability is probably much worse.

Without thinking, Ning Luo put all his strength into action.

The human soul is alive, covered in red blood.

Turtles and snakes accompany, dragons chant earthquakes.

The earth shook endlessly, and the sound waves resounded through the sky!
Are you the only one who can play the drums?
Ning Luo calmly walked towards the gigantic moth with no fear on his face.

Qi and blood boiling, hypoxia compensation.

Every time Ning Luo took a step, his heart muscle beat a little more violently, and his strength gradually increased.

The blood filth hanging in the air was even more stupid than Ning Luo expected.

It flapped its wings, and countless blood feathers poured down like rain. After falling to the ground, it turned into tens of thousands of blood beasts and rushed towards it!

However, blood surged around Ning Luo's body, and Chi Lian's demon souls poured out, forming an army with one person, destroying the beasts!

Start with the too mysterious sword.

Xue Gui's heartbeat stopped for a moment, and he was immediately stressed!

That sword, it looks familiar.

Its instinctive fear intensified its heartbeat, and the six pairs of sickle blades suddenly burst into blue veins and knotted muscles!
The wings vibrated to push away the air waves, setting off a violent sonic boom, and crashing towards Ning Luo like a meteor!
As soon as the patriarch came out of the crypt, he saw this shocking scene.

"My lord be careful!!!"

But Ning Luo couldn't hear it.

The extreme breathing method made him almost lose consciousness.

It feels like having a heart attack while wearing earplugs.

Except for his own heartbeat, he could no longer hear any other sounds in his consciousness.

The rush of Qi and blood distorted Ning Luo instantly, even if she was a fellow cultivator, she could still be partly demonized.

The dragon scales entangled the arms, those are the scale claws of the horned dragon, the noble blood that even this winged moth can't touch!
His other arm crushed the red crystal with his bare hands, and the blood dripped on the Taixuan Sword, and then turned into a solid scabbard.

For Ning Luo, Chibengquan is no longer a martial art, but only a basic application skill.

When the blood was smashed down, Ning Luo bent down slightly, and his calf suddenly exerted strength!The whole person is ejected like a cannonball!

The stolen sword intent suddenly burst out!
The sword light skyrocketed by tens of millions!
For some reason, when the patriarch saw the pink-white sword light piercing the sky, he had an inexplicable intuition, as if the sword light was bound to be able to penetrate that ball of taboo meat.

But reason told him that this was impossible.

But when the two streams of light intersected in a flash.

Jian Guang is still there.

It's just that the hideous meat ball crashed to the ground, melting and disintegrating like ice and snow, without any life.

When Ning Luo fell to the ground, there were only tens of thousands of broken pieces left on the ground, and in the end, they couldn't heal themselves.

The patriarch was dumbfounded, feeling as if he was in a dream.

And Ning Luo didn't seem to be surprised by this result, and even seemed a bit unenjoyed.

He took a deep breath, the blood on his face gradually faded, and his breath gradually calmed down.

Ning Luo looked up at the sky, before he could ask any questions, his heart suddenly stopped!
The world is gray and defeated, and time is stagnant!
Ning Luo knew that the first pass of the trial version of the Kuroshio had arrived.

(End of this chapter)