blood record

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"Go in, even if it's a trap!"

Shi Cuiyang gritted her teeth slightly, her eyes were full of determination.

A slight smile appeared on the corner of Yang Yi's mouth and said: "That's right, you should be brave and diligent in your practice, and you must not be afraid of hardships and dangers. According to Yang this time, there is a high probability that it will be a treasure left by Emperor Wu."

"Oh? Brother Yang is sure of that?"

"That's natural. The power this time is much greater than the previous traps, and fellow Daoist Shi didn't feel that there is a faint sense of oppression in this burst of golden light."

Yang Yi's eyes were extremely sharp, as if he wanted to see through the cave.

Only then did Shi Cuiyang carefully feel the golden light, and after a while she opened her eyes, and then flashed a flash of light and said: "Yes, this golden light not only contains powerful power, but also has a hint of coercion , if this coercion is investigated deeply, I don’t know how terrifying it is, and it is very likely that it is not a trap.”

Yang Yi and Shi Cuiyang looked at each other, then they both made up their minds and prepared to go in.

"whoosh"

Yang Yi is in front, let him open the way, even if there is any danger, with Yang Yi's powerful strength, he can handle one or two, and then comes Shi Cuiyang, who is behind Yang Yi, vigilant about everything around.

The cave is relatively dark, but it is nothing to the two masters, but they are extremely vigilant about unknown dangers, and if there is anything wrong, they will immediately withdraw.

"Huh? Is there a light ahead?"

Yang Yi said in a low voice, there is indeed faint light in front, this cave has been around for tens of thousands of years, it must not be easy to have light inside, both of them walked in cautiously.

When the two walked out of the darkness, they were immediately stunned by the scene in front of them. This is a resplendent palace. On the surrounding walls of the palace, there are all gems laughing like goose eggs. With colorful rays of light, the entire hall is illuminated resplendently and magnificently.

"call"

When Yang Yi inhaled slightly, he felt a sense of comfort, the strength of vitality here is beyond imagination.

"Under the ground, there are at least a hundred spiritual veins. If so, this is the place of treasure left by Emperor Wu!"

Yang Yi felt that there were at least hundreds of spiritual veins in the underground of this palace, and his visit to the Emperor Wu's ruins was not in vain. If he added the spiritual veins he got from Shi Jue, Liu Sheng and others, Yang Yi's spiritual veins are also very rich.

"Okay, okay, wait until the treasure is found, and then Yang will pull out the underground spirit veins."

There was also a hint of joy on Yang Yi's face, he cared more about these spiritual veins than the treasures left by Emperor Wu.

This hall is extremely wide, Shi Cuiyang's speed has been accelerated, she quickly walked towards the end of the hall, finally, a huge chair appeared at the end of the hall, and a pure white jade bottle was placed on the chair and a book.

"Treasure of Emperor Wu!" [

Shi Cuiyang looked very excited, she always wanted to get the treasure of Emperor Wu, even if it was a book of martial arts left by Emperor Wu, it was earth-shattering, extremely powerful, far beyond what ordinary emperor Wu could match.

"whoosh"

Shi Cuiyang flew towards the huge chair almost instantly, and successfully grabbed the jade bottle and books on the chair.

Yang Yi watched indifferently from the side. To Yang Yi, he didn't care much about these treasures of Emperor Wu, but to Shi Cuiyang, she came here for these treasures.

Perhaps as the eldest princess of the glorious empire, she has poor resources and even has all kinds of martial arts, but which one can compare to the martial arts handed down by Emperor Wu?

"Eighteen punches from Heaven!"

"It turned out to be the legendary Eighteen Fists of Heaven!!"

When Shi Cuiyang saw the font on the ancient book glowing with golden light, his face was inexplicably agitated and he couldn't restrain it.

"The Eighteen Fists of Heaven's Moat? What is the allusion? Why is Fellow Daoist Shi so surprised?" Yang Yi asked in a low voice. Even if this is the martial art of Emperor Wu, it is powerful, but there is no need to be so excited.

Yang Yi still couldn't understand the mentality of the monks in the Wudi Starfield. For these monks who were born and bred in the Wudi Starfield, Wudi was an existence that could only be looked up to, just like the status of the Tianhe Xingjun in the Tianhe Starfield. Obtaining one thing from Emperor Wu is a huge belief, as if he was the heir chosen by Emperor Wu.

After all, Yang Yi is not a monk of Emperor Wu's star field, so he still can't understand Shi Cuiyang's excited state of mind at the moment.

After a long time, Shi Cuiyang's excited mood gradually calmed down, her eyes flashed bursts of brilliance, and she said in a low voice: "The Eighteen Fist of Heaven's Moat is not simple, it is a set created by Emperor Wu after he climbed to the summit. Immortal Martial Skills. It is rumored that Emperor Wu had already challenged masters in various star fields. When he was almost without opponents, he was about to shatter the void with a punch and fly away, but he was killed by a fairy who fell from the sky. That fell from the sky The immortal drew a moat on the gate of the immortal world, so that Emperor Wu could not cross it. No one knew why this immortal wanted to prevent Emperor Wu from ascending to the immortal world, but Emperor Wu was naturally furious, and he broke the moat step by step, only [-] steps away. He walked to the gate of the fairy world, but he didn't go in, but wounded the fairy with a punch, and then smashed the gate of the fairy world, and returned to the Martial Emperor Starfield alone. I have only seen Emperor Wu perform the fist once, but I never thought that it would be put here by Emperor Wu."

Yang Yi was also heartbroken when he heard it. He could imagine that Emperor Wu's domineering stature soared upwards, directly breaking the moat, injuring immortals, breaking the gate of the fairy world, and returning with ease. Imagine what it was like.

However, Yang Yi still didn't have much interest in this set of martial arts, instead he focused his eyes on the jade bottle.

The jade bottle glowed with pure white light, and Shi Cuiyang gradually put aside the Eighteen Fists of Heaven's Moat. After all, it is not easy to practice the Eighteen Fists of Heaven's Moat, and this jade bottle can be compared with The Eighteen Fists of Tianzhu placed together in this treasure place must not be simple.

With a wave of Shi Cuiyang's slender hand, he pulled off the lid of the jade bottle, and a terrifying aura suddenly emanated from it, the aura was so strong that it was incomparable.

"whoosh"

From the white jade bottle, a drop of bright red blood essence the size of a thumb flew out, and then a faint voice, like the power of the sky, appeared in the ears of Yang Yi and Shi Cuiyang.

"This deity bestows the essence and blood on those who are destined!"

Both Shi Cuiyang and Yang Yi's expressions changed dramatically, they never thought that this was actually a drop of Emperor Wu's blood.

No one can imagine how terrifying the effect of Emperor Wu's blood essence is, and it even contains a trace of martial arts aura of Emperor Wu. This kind of aura has unimaginable benefits for monks who have fused blood essence.

The value of this drop of blood is obviously greater than that of the eighteen punches that day. [

Even Yang Yi, who has always been not very interested in the treasures in the Emperor Wu's ruins, opened his eyes at this moment, staring at the drop of blood essence, with various thoughts in his mind.

If he could fuse this drop of blood essence, Yang Yi couldn't imagine how tyrannical he would be. This is the blood essence of Emperor Wu who is much more powerful than ordinary immortals.

Shi Cuiyang also showed a look of surprise on her face, but she seemed to think of something, her expression gradually dimmed, and she returned to normal after a while, as if she had made some decision, she turned around and said to Yang Yi: "Brother Yang, this drop of Emperor Wu's blood is sent to be fused with Brother Yang. I believe this drop of Emperor Wu's blood will definitely increase Brother Yang's strength."

Yang Yi frowned and said: "Friend Shi Dao, Yang wants to fuse this drop of blood, but Yang said before that Yang doesn't have to take any of the treasures in the Emperor Wu's ruins!"

Shi Cuiyang shook his head slightly when he heard this, and said, "Emperor Wu was of the blood of the dragon, and I am of the blood of the phoenix, so how can I fuse his blood essence?"

Yang Yi's heart moved, and his heart suddenly became hot. If this drop of Emperor Wu's blood essence was really fused by him, the benefits he would get would definitely be extraordinary. The real treasure of this Emperor Wu's ruins is obviously this drop of Emperor Wu's blood essence.

"Okay, Fellow Daoist Shi's love for donating blood, Yang will remember it in his heart!"

Yang Yi didn't quit anymore, and he also really wanted to fuse this drop of blood essence, and he wanted to grab this drop of blood essence with his big hand.

But suddenly a powerful force erupted from the emperor's blood essence, shaking Yang Yi's arm away in an instant.

"Huh? This drop of blood essence has turned into essence. If you wait a little longer, maybe it will be able to transform into a phantom."

Yang Yi was startled, this drop of blood contains powerful power, and it has been kept here for tens of thousands of years, and spirituality has gradually emerged in it. If many more years pass, maybe it will grow into a world-shaking monster .

But right now, it doesn't have that much power.

"receive!"

Bursts of golden light glowed from Yang Yi's arm, and his impenetrable power erupted instantly, like a big net, instantly caught this drop of Emperor Wu's blood essence in his hand.

This drop of blood essence is still struggling in Yang Yi's hands, rushing left and right, but Yang Yi's arm is the undead body of the Wu clan, so majestic and strong, how can this small drop of blood essence be able to break free? Got it, still firmly held in Yang Yi's palm.

"This little bit of blood still wants to escape, this bit of spirituality that you have produced, erase it for me!"

Yang Yi yelled, the golden light in his hand became more and more intense, continuously covering this drop of blood essence, Yang Yi was completely erasing the trace of spirituality produced by this drop of Emperor Wu's essence blood. With a little bit of spirituality, Yang Yi could devour and refine it with peace of mind.