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Chapter 647 Exchange 【Blood Prison】!
"You want...to exchange [Blood Prison]?!"

In the realm of the prison hall, in a quiet courtyard building, suddenly, a voice came out suddenly.

This voice, obviously because of the excessive shock, even subconsciously began to radiate true energy, causing a wave, which quickly spread towards the surroundings.

Ming Yan Luo stared at Wu Yangyu with his eyes wide open. From his slightly trembling body, it could be seen that his heart was not at peace at this moment.

"Yes, brother, you also said before, that belongs to me, if I don't want it, I should be able to get a chance to exchange it for [Blood Prison]."

Wu Yangyu's expression was very calm.

"Junior brother, your idea really shocked me."

Taking a deep breath, he ordered Yan Luo to say with a wry smile, but there was clearly a persuasive tone in these words:

"Although [Blood Prison] is the unique skill of our prison hall, even I don't want you to waste your extremely demonic marrow. The price is very high, and it is even very possible. It will be wasted in vain..."

There is no need to explain too clearly what follows.

Regarding the degree of difficulty in cultivating this [Blood Prison], not to mention the entire Prison Hall, even the entire Fighting God Sect knows that this is a unique art that is impossible to cultivate successfully.

from time immemorial.

In the era when the Son of God still existed in the Prison Hall, the [Blood Prison] unique skill was the most powerful unique skill in the entire God of Fighting Sect, but after a catastrophe, all the people who practiced the [Blood Prison] in the entire Prison Palace fell. , Since then, no one in [Blood Hell] has ever succeeded in cultivation.

According to long-term research, some people infer that the core cultivation method of [Blood Hell] has been lost. Although this is just a guess, it is also the most reliable statement.

after all.

For so many years, there are so many disciples of various prison halls, there are countless people with extraordinary talents, and there are many people who practice this [Blood Prison].

However, generations of disciples have passed, but no one can cultivate it.

For example, this Yi Xuan, what a talent, what a monster, to put it bluntly, this is a peerless genius, but he was still defeated by [Blood Hell] and failed.

Although Wu Yangyu's achievements are extraordinary, even compared to Yi Xuan's, this point has not been truly highlighted, but many people in the prison hall have already seen it. As long as Wu Yangyu is given time, his future will be greatly improved. The achievement absolutely surpasses Yi Xuan.

Even so, in the eyes of Yan Luo, wanting to practice [Blood Prison] is not enough!

"Brother, this is just an attempt after all. As a disciple of the Prison Hall, if I dare not even try this unique skill in the Hall of Suppression, I will definitely regret it in the future. Even if I fail this time, it is nothing to me. Is it a loss?"

Wu Yangyu smiled slightly, still sticking to her point of view.

"You... are really stubborn enough, no matter what, as you said, if you are not allowed to experience it once, it is indeed too arbitrary. Maybe, you really have a chance to succeed in cultivation!"

While nodding, he ordered Yan Luo not to try to persuade him anymore, but only felt distressed for Wu Yangyu.

The extremely demon marrow, an ancient and rare treasure, is such a magical thing, if it is taken, the speed and time for Wu Yangyu to break through to the king level in the future will be greatly extended.

Moreover, this extremely demon essence is of great benefit to consolidation, and even at the moment of breaking through the king's realm, it has unimaginable benefits and benefits, so Wu Yangyu's gamble this time is really too big!
"Let's go..."

Bringing Wu Yangyu along, Ming Yan Luo quickly disappeared into the courtyard.

Just for a moment.

They have already appeared in an ancient temple.

This hall is very inconspicuous, but the ancient aura filled with it is shocking and unpredictable.

The surrounding area was very empty, and it was rare for disciples to appear. However, around such an ancient temple, Wu Yangyu felt the aura of more than a hundred formations.

"There is an aura that surpasses the eighth-rank formation..."

As an eighth-rank formation master, Wu Yangyu was naturally very sensitive to the way of formation, and he could see through the setting here at a glance, and he couldn't help but secretly sucked in a breath of cold air.

Now, he can be sure that this hall is definitely not as simple as it appears on the surface. I am afraid that something extraordinary is sealed here.

"Come in, this is the place where [Blood Prison] is sealed. [Blood Prison] is not recorded on paper or scrolls, but an inexplicable existence, not even limited to words. The specific feeling depends on You feel it yourself."

Order Yan Luo to introduce to Wu Yangyu.

While speaking, the two had already stepped into the hall.

"Ming Yan Luo, have you come to comprehend [Blood Prison] again?"

At this moment, an old voice came out.

This voice gave Wu Yangyu a familiar feeling. After thinking about it, he realized that the voice that angrily scolded Yi Xuan and knocked away the strong man in the Hall of Glory came from this.

"there!"

With his mind fluttering slightly, Wu Yangyu quickly looked towards the source of the sound.

The person who spoke was an old man in a gray robe with an ancient face.

The other party sat there casually, with the wide gray robe covering his body. Obviously, the other party's body was very thin, almost stooped, as if covered by the gray robe.

but.

Following this person's words, Wu Yangyu was secretly shocked.

The old man was very close to them, but if it wasn't for this person speaking, he would have been unable to find the trace of the other party. This was not because the other party deliberately hid it, but because the other party's strength was too strong, which perfectly fit into this space.

It was hard to imagine that such an old man with a stooped body and almost the last breath of his life, turned out to be the terrifying existence that repelled the strong man in the Hall of Glory.

"Greetings to Elder Yuan, this time it's not the disciple who wants to comprehend [Blood Prison], but Junior Brother Yang Yu..."

Facing the old man in gray robe, Ming Yan Luo did not dare to be careless in the slightest. While saluting respectfully, he directly stated his purpose.

"Ok?"

The Elder Yuan in the gray robe heard the words, two sharp rays of light shot out from the covered eyes quickly, and the almost bone-piercing aura enveloped Wu Yangyu's body in an instant.

"Are you the youngest secret in my prison hall... You are very good."

After a while, the divine light withdrew, and Elder Yuan's voice came out slowly. Between the words, he seemed quite satisfied with Wu Yangyu.

"Junior brother also entered the garden of demons together with us, and to obtain the extreme demon essence, the strength he gave was not inferior to us, or even more, so he also had a share of the extreme demon essence, but , he wants to exchange his share for a chance to comprehend [Blood Hell]."

"Is there any chance of exchange?"

Elder Yuan's voice fell into silence again.

Obviously, the other party is also thinking.

At this time, Wu Yangyu also realized that the task of the extremely demonic marrow might have something to do with this elder Yuan, otherwise, the other party might not know about it.

at last.

After a cup of tea, Elder Yuan's voice came out again:

"Forget it... Since you want to try it, it's an experience anyway."

Obviously.

Even the elder Yuan was not optimistic about Wu Yangyu.

In this regard.

Wu Yangyu really felt like he couldn't laugh or cry.

Even a person of the level of Elder Yuan is not optimistic about himself. This is how unconfident he is about the unique knowledge of the prison palace.

However, it can also be seen from another aspect that if this [Blood Prison] wants to cultivate successfully, it may be extremely difficult and dangerous.

Even with Wu Yangyu's aptitude and self-confidence, he still doesn't have any confidence in [Blood Prison]. He is not proud enough to ignore all kinds of geniuses. So many geniuses, evildoers and peerless figures cannot cultivate successfully. If it was him, he was just trying his luck.

"Om..."

In thinking.

Elder Yuan's fingers moved slightly, and in an instant, a mysterious wave began to unfold along the opponent's fingers without sound.

"Rumble..."

soon.

The opponent's ten fingers had already begun to accelerate crazily, countless finger shadows were cast continuously, and thousands of light patterns burst out towards the top of the hall like a flood, almost cathartic.

Not only that, at the moment when the opponent's ten fingers accelerated, bursts of roaring sound also began to transmit from the hall, and it was clearly visible that the space above the hall had begun to spread rapidly like water ripples, and all kinds of The crackling sound came to the ears even more.

"Crack! Kick!"

The crackling sound became more and more clear, and even in the end, it had turned into thunder.

Waiting for the moment when Wu Yangyu got used to the shock, a huge crack slowly appeared in front of his eyes.

Inside the crack, blood burst out, as if a scarlet eye was slowly opening, a powerful and ancient aura filled every corner of the hall in an instant.

It is a kind of fluctuation that has been experienced for endless years. It interprets the true meaning of space and time, and it makes people feel dignified unconsciously.

"call……"

After a while, the crack formed a shape of more than ten meters, and Elder Yuan also stopped his movements, and slowly exhaled a breath of foul air from his mouth. Obviously, with his strength, it took a lot of effort to evolve to such an extent. little power.

If Wu Yangyu's guess is correct, this bloody crack is the source of the [Blood Hell] cultivation.

What surprised him was that the cultivation of [Blood Hell] needed to be opened in this way, especially the seal of Elder Yuan, which had more than a thousand changes.

From the side, it has been proved that the preciousness and importance of [Blood Prison], even in this prison palace, no one can practice such a unique skill, but it is still valued by people.

"Go in, there is the realm of [Blood Prison], the training ground of [Blood Prison]!"

Elder Yuan's face straightened, and his expression became serious:
"The time there is restricted. One day in the outside world is ten days there, which is a ratio of one to ten. However, I need to tell you that no one can endure more than 20 days there, even Yi Xuan... It’s only been for eighteen days! So, if you can’t persist, this blood prison realm will automatically exclude you and send you out of the outside world!”

When it came to Yi Xuan, even Elder Yuan couldn't help flashing an angry look on his face. Obviously, towards this person, his heart was extremely angry.

"Thank you elder!"

As Wu Yangyu nodded, his figure quickly swept up, and a flash of light and shadow flashed through, and the whole person had already penetrated into the crack quickly.

"This son, if he was born a few years earlier, his achievements may not be inferior to Yi Xuan..."

Looking at Wu Yangyu's figure, Elder Yuan's voice came out quietly...

(End of this chapter)