Painting of the Nine Immortals

The blood curtain is sky-high.

A blood-colored silk cocoon hangs in midair, strange and mysterious, as if gestating a supreme demon, which makes people shudder.

Even Ling Ling felt scalp tingling.

Although he has dealt with the Supreme Shadow for many times, it is all a projection, not even one tenth of the strength of the body. The avatar, no matter how bad, has to have 30% combat power of the deity.

"The man said that the blood curtain was transformed by a sacred will of the ancestor, and it was just the will that I could not break."

"This is enough proof that the strength of the ancestor must have surpassed the eighth state."

"It may be the ninth state, or it may be the tenth state. No matter what it is, I can't compete."

Ling Xian sighed a little bit bitterly.

This was also true of all the people present, one by one with despair and a look of astonishment.

They don't want to sit back and wait, but the situation is very clear. Even Ling Xian can't break the blood curtain. What can they do besides waiting?

"Did we ... can we just wait to die?" One person trembled and closed his eyes in pain.

How strong the ancestor is, no one knows, but it can make the spirit of the demon sacrifice outside the eighth realm to summon the soul, must be beyond the eighth realm!

In this way, can everyone not despair?

"Well, you can only use your last hole card."

The old man in Jinpao sighed and turned his eyes to the remaining four old emperors, saying, "Join them together. Only in this way can the ancestor's avatar be condensed."

After hearing the words, several old people fell into silence, apparently showing some hesitation.

Seeing this, Ling Xian frowned, and asked, "Senior, the ancestor of your mouth ... is it the Invincible God Emperor?"

"Well, to this day, I will not hide."

The old man in Jinpao sighed, and if he changed his question, he would ignore it. But Ling Xian, he could not help but answer.

Right now, he talks about his hole cards.

"It is well known that the ancestor of our family of **** emperors is the invincible **** emperor."

"Before each emperor sits down, a few drops of real blood will be left to protect the younger generation."

"Every drop of true blood contains the will of the emperor.

"This is the strongest foundation of the family of the Emperor God, and it is the final hole card."

The old man in Jinpao said, "This blood is related to the rise and fall of my tribe. It is absolutely necessary and cannot be used."

Hearing that Ling Xian was not surprised.

He had long expected that the family of the Emperor God would have a hole card. After all, this is the family left by the invincible God Emperor. How could there be no background?

"Since the true blood can consolidate the Emperor God's avatar, then please ask the seniors to shoot." Ling Xian looked away with a look of hope.

Everyone looked at the old man with eager eyes, flashing the light of hope.

"Well, I want to use it, but the endless years have passed, and there is only one drop of the true blood of the **** emperor of my tribe."

"If this drop of real blood can be used normally, that's fine. For the Xuanwu continent, my Yunhuang family is willing to sacrifice."

"However, because of the long time, this drop of real blood has little power. If you forcibly condense, the failure rate is as high as 80%."

The old man in Jinpao sighed, full of helplessness.

This made everyone fall back to the abyss again, full of despair.

However, Ling Xian was not desperate. He looked at the old man seriously and said Shen: "There must be a way, right."

"Indeed, this method lies in the remaining four **** emperors."

The old man in Jinpao turned his eyes to the other old men, and said, "The situation of our several families of **** emperors is almost the same. If you want to come, you have not much power left."

"Yes, just like your Yunhuang family, we only have one drop of real blood, and there is not much power left." Several old people sighed.

"So, join hands." The old man in Jinpao looked calmly and said, "Only by merging five drops of real blood, can we successfully consolidate the emperor's avatar."

"You are right, but have you ever thought about it, how amazing is the Emperor God? How can his blood be fused with others?"

"Yeah, don't say that the five **** emperors are fused, even if they are fused together, it is impossible."

"Since the ancient emperors haven't seen each other, they are invincible. If five invincibles are encountered, what will happen, don't tell me."

Several people sighed helplessly, not because they hid privately, but because the consequences were too terrible. Once the real blood war broke out, it would not be in vain.

"I understand, but in the current situation, we have no other choice."

The old man in Jinpao nodded and Shen said: "And, I don't think there will be a war in real blood."

"Why?" An old man frowned.

"Because the Emperor is great, they will sacrifice everything for the Xuanwu continent."

"True blood and spirit have inherited the thinking of the emperor, that is to say, for the Xuanwu continent, they will definitely let go of each other's war."

"In this way, the true blood will merge and condense the emperor's avatar."

The old man in the golden robe said with a deep voice, full of determination.

This made a few old people silent, with a bit of intention.

The old man in Jinpao was right. The true blood possesses all the thoughts of the Emperor, and the Emperor is selfless. At least in front of the big picture, will put down the pride in the bones and choose to merge.

However, they still dare not bet. After all, this is the last hole card of the Emperor Family, which is related to the rise and fall of the family.

"Some seniors, please listen to me."

Ling Xian suddenly spoke, letting a few people look at them, afraid to listen.

Although they are both proud and disgusting, in front of Ling Xian, they have to let go of their arrogance.

Not only because of his terror, but also because of his great achievements.

"I understand what you think, and I'm afraid to waste real blood and go down."

"But the situation at this moment cannot be hesitated. Once the ancestor descends, the basaltic continent will certainly fall."

"By then, even with the real blood of the Emperor, the emperor's family cannot escape the end."

"So we can only bet, we must bet."

Lingxian's words were loud and loud.

"We all understand this, but ..." An old man in a black robe smiled bitterly.

"Nothing!"

Ling Xian interrupted sharply, and said, "The situation is extremely critical, and it is imperative that you, seniors, please make a decision early!"

The words fell and everyone shouted in unison.

"Please predecessors make early decisions!"

After hearing the words, several people smiled bitterly, looked at each other, and saw the helplessness and determination in the other's eyes.

"Also, just bet on the last game and win. The family of the Emperor God continues to be brilliant. If you lose, bury it with the mainland!"

The old man in black screamed and waved a jade bottle emerged.

Immediately afterwards, a drop of Yin Hong blood burst out of the bottle, and the Xeon wave swept for nine days in an instant.

"Haha, there is no regret in this life to see the true blood of the Emperor God!"

The old man in Jinpao laughed loudly, a drop of silver-white blood burst, ruptured Tianyu, and shook Qiankun.

The remaining three also took out real blood, and for a time, the entire basalt continent was shaking.

This is the power of the Emperor. Even if it is just a drop of blood, even if there is not much power left, it also represents Xeon!