No one knows transmigration better than me!

Chapter 182
The human race was reduced to captive animals, and Ning Luo had seen this kind of plot.

But it was indeed the first time he had heard of a situation as passive as the Emperor's.

Usually in a disadvantaged position, it may be a good strategy to join forces.

But the entire Desolate Prison World is under the rule of demons, and the human race is isolated and helpless, and there are no teammates on the common front.

Maybe it's because the level of the barren prison world is not enough, and not all the monster races can transform into humans.

And the various monsters do not have the conditions to form a "civilization", so they will not regard the humble human race as the same existence at all.

Even if the king of the monster clan is elected, and the two sides are fighting, it is impossible for either side to have the idea of ​​forming an alliance with the human race.

Because the human race is a domestic animal, it is the property of the winner, nothing more.

Humans are to monsters what bees are to beekeepers, or it is more appropriate to say that they are plowing cattle.

Because after working, it can also be used to feed the hunger.

The only difference is that the human body is more convenient and fits the Dao better.

The transformation of the monster race was never to imitate the human race, but because it was a short-cut gesture.

Therefore, the role of the human race has one more function, which is to provide entertainment for the big monsters who can transform, even if they don't transform.

After all, the human race is born with a short cut, and apart from their humble status, there are no physical taboos.

This situation is a hundred times worse than being a slave.

Ning Luo could feel the self-blame in the Emperor's heart at this moment.

Because he stayed on the battlefield for too long before and harvested too many spoils, he almost exhausted his physical strength in order to rush back at full speed.

When the adults of Yaozu routinely inspected the circle of people, Human Sovereign had no choice but to pretend to be sick to cover up.

But it is well known that domestic animals cannot get sick.

As a result, the "daily offering" tonight has increased dozens of times, as a punishment for humans and animals.

In fact, it was also because the Yaozu just had a big battle.

Seeing the miserable and helpless human race, Ning Luo felt a little sympathetic to the Emperor, and even doubted whether he should assist the beast master.

But Ning Luo also knew a little bit.

"The whole picture is unknown, no comment."

It would be too arbitrary to jump to conclusions now.

The key to the desolation of ancient times is the blood plague after all.

The symptoms of madness have clearly appeared on the battlefield, and it seems that it has nothing to do with the Human Sovereign and the Yaozu.

Was it caused by the blood plague?
What is the source of the blood plague?
Why is it associated with the Emperor?

What exactly does the Emperor want to do?
The most fundamental questions have not yet been answered.

But right now, Ning Luo is more concerned about this genuine Wanhua Blood Prison Code.

Get it, at least it's worth the trip.

The original Wanhua Blood Prison Code has no parchment carrier, let alone a standard system, so no one can find it.

But Ning Luo has body sensation, so he can analyze the cultivation method of Wanhua Blood Prison Code.

"Sure enough, the original version of the Wanhua Blood Prison Code is a fellow practitioner."

The reason why Human Sovereign can think of this is not because of how smart he is or how far-sighted he is.

It was only because he had dissected too many monster corpses that he was able to confirm how important the heart and liver were for the monster clan's blood refining.

Humans don't actually know their own bodies.

This sentence has two meanings. One is that human beings have to rely on outsiders such as doctors to understand the physical condition, and the other is that human medicine has never developed to the point of mastering the human body.

The same is true for the Yaozu.

Human Sovereign's physiological knowledge obtained by dissecting monsters has actually far surpassed all monster races!
He discovered that the remnants of monster beasts that had just died would have different magnificent patterns.

As small as every blood vessel, as large as bones, and even the heart wall.

If this is the way to use the power of blood, then why can't he?

The place with the most blood veins in the monster's body is obviously the heart and liver. After the Human Emperor knew this, he cut them out and brought them back, hid them in a secret room, and studied them painstakingly.

As for the original method of refining blood, including basic details such as boiling blood circulation, the human race has already learned it in the long life of domestic animals.

Even though he was raised by the monster race, the human race still has wisdom after all.

It's a pity that this level of strength is very small, the upper limit that can be achieved by mere blood refining, even Xiao Wang in the first form in the simple mode is absolutely impossible to defeat in the world of dust.

After all, people in the world of Dust Abyss still have aura and spells.

What do you desolate people and animals have?
Nothing but blood.

In this desperate situation, there will always be someone chosen by heaven to stand up, that is, the emperor.

He has mastered the method of bloodline cultivation, but that is only the first version of the Wanhua Blood Prison Code.

Because the Human Sovereign discovered that he might become a demon in that way.

He has no bloodline cleanliness and can accept being turned into a half-demon, but he also knows that the demon race is very sensitive to bloodlines.

Even if the Yaozu couldn't detect his realm, they could vaguely sense his blood.

That won't work.

So the Human Sovereign wanted to hide the refined blood of the demon race.

By chance and coincidence, he understood the Dao and also learned the real method of bloodline cultivation.

This is Ning Luo's inference, because he saw how the Human Sovereign cultivated bloodlines.

In fact, the answer is revealed in the division of realms that the blood ancestors popularized to later generations.

That is melting heart.

It's not simply to imprint the blood on the wall of the heart, but to truly turn the heart into a melting pot!
"This"

"This feeling. Is refining gas?!"

"More than that! He still has spiritual consciousness, and the essence and blood in his kidneys, he can complete the transformation of essence, energy, and spirit!"

"Great unification, the Human Sovereign will unify? No, this is the desolate prison world. He should not have the conditions to comprehend these things."

Ning Luo was amazed that this heart-melting method was extremely profound, far more complicated than the Wanhua Blood Prison Code he had learned at the Blood Prison Peak.

And the meaning it represents is far more than its appearance.

Especially the essence and blood in Renhuang's kidneys, he has no orifices, and he doesn't place his hope on spiritual energy, but stores the essence and blood after the fusion of spiritual blood in the kidneys to replace the sea of ​​energy.

This is by no means the best solution, but it is indeed the most suitable decision for the desolate prison world.

The entire blood refining process is more complicated.

Human Sovereign first boiled his blood and scorched his blood to enter a state of high-speed circulation.

Then extract the blood in the heart and liver of the monster beast, refine it into the heart, and brand the heart wall.

It's just that the details are different from the branding method of later generations. He only branded the inner wall of the heart, not the surface.

But the big game is yet to come.

Ning Luo clearly sensed that after Human Sovereign completed the blood vein branding, the essence and blood in the kidneys rushed to the heart wall, and outlined a circle of Dao patterns on the outside of the heart.

He knows most of them.

That is the Dao pattern of the fire element.

Spiritual skills consume internal energy, and blood essence is a mixture of spiritual blood, so even if the heavens cannot resonate, the human emperor can still ignite blood flames in the atrium.

"Yup."

"Spiritual skills consume the inner spirit, so even if you set yourself on fire, you won't hurt yourself."

"No matter how intense the heart fire is, it is impossible to self-mutilate."

"But the freshly branded blood is considered a foreign object"

"In addition, the heart belongs to fire in the five elements, so although this heart fire cannot hurt others, its power is far beyond imagination when it is inside the body!"

"This is the real heart melting pot!"

Ning Luo realized instantly.

Use the heart veins of fire as the melting pot, use the blood of monsters and beasts as fuel, and use the blood and dao lines as the spiritual fire.
The heart is burning with fire, and it is endless.

Until the purified blood was refined into a curled blood mass, no thread could escape until it turned into a puddle of blood and finally melted into the wall of the heart.

That is not the connection of blood, but the "cultivation" of blood.

Just like a monk refines the aura of heaven and earth, the heart also melts the blood of the monster race to improve itself.

So this is the real thing, Heart Meridian Evolution!

After a long time, Ning Luo had a feeling of thorough understanding. It was easy for him to deduce the process after knowing the principles and answers.

"The method is actually not difficult, and I have all the conditions, so I can try it at any time."

"And I can do far better than him."

"After all, I have acupoints and true qi, and I can also build a five-element cycle and a physique with both seven mysteries."

"I can even build on it."

"No longer take the path of the purest and the most complex, but let the heart melt into the blood of the king, and the blood of the liver and the sea of ​​​​blood take the road of harmony with the monster clan, and cultivate the most powerful red-trained demon soul."

The harvest really far exceeded expectations.

It even made Ning Luo feel unreal.

Such a complex and perfect system, is it really possible for the Emperor to come up with it?

impossible
Even if he is really smart, a human race that is not even considered a civilization, even if it uses trillions of wisdom, it is absolutely impossible to cross the slow night and reach the other side of the road!
And Ning Luo also found a key flaw.

"Dao Wen!"

"That's right, why does he know the Dao pattern?!"

"The scholars of Chenyuan worked hard and solitary, and tried hard for thousands of years before they came out with so many dao patterns."

"You wild tribe, you are alone, why?"

Are you worthy of the efforts of others for thousands of years?
has a problem!
The Human Sovereign didn't know the conditions of the Dao Run at all, and it was even more impossible for the Yaozu to understand these bells and whistles.

There should have been no civilization before the ancient times, because if there were relics from the previous era, how could the rise of the human race be the turn of the emperor?

They will not be reduced to the status of humans and animals today.

"Who is teaching the law of the evolution of the Emperor's heart?"

Ning Luo's consciousness was in a trance, and his vision rippled in circles.

It seems to be because the state is unsustainable.

But he hasn't had an answer yet.

"Tsk!"

"Again! Hold on a little longer!"

However, just as Ning Luo tried his best to maintain his consciousness, the Human Sovereign suddenly stood up.

Standing in a pool of blood, he lowered his voice and said hoarsely, "I did it."

done?
to do what?
And who are you reporting to?
Ning Luo was in a daze, he could only try his best to maintain his sanity, and watched the Emperor's eyes shift to the pool of blood.

Then a circle of wall lamps in the secret room turned on one after another without warning.

The lights shone brightly, reflecting the turbid, sticky, almost frozen black blood pool.

Several pieces of dark color in the pool of blood sank out of thin air, forming a word, good.

"Fuck?!"

Ning Luo was dumbfounded.

Human Sovereign's cultivation is comparable to that of the sea and his complete consciousness, so he can't feel anything?
There is only one person in the secret room, the Emperor, this is undeniable.

There is no aura fluctuation in the blood characters, which is irrefutable.

Then who made this word?And from what kind of power?
Ning Luo didn't know it at all.

However, the horror scene did not end there.

When the blood characters returned to their original state, an old and hoarse voice suddenly resounded in the depths of his consciousness.

Like the whisper of the night, also like a distant call.

But to find the most suitable description for Ning Luo, he felt that the whisper of the ancient gods would be the most appropriate.

"The way is done, the time has come."

"Preaching the world is a gift from God."

(End of this chapter)