Sacred Devil

Jiang Hao stepped out the fourth step. He knelt down on the ground, and his mouth was full of blood, which made his coat red.

He had already had pain in his body. Under this kind of pressure, all his meridians seemed to have been put into hell. The pain was unbearable, and every inch was about to break.

The walking stick in front of him flew out, but the shadow of the old man turned into a real body at the moment of the walking stick flying out.

"One step short." The old man raised his cane and pointed to Jiang Hao in front of him. There was a horizontal line drawn by blood.

"Cross the past, and you will pass the test. The blood of my immortal river will be given to you. Come on, child." The old man spoke faintly and did not care about Jiang Hao's body.

Do you want to step on it? I'm afraid I'll die here.

Jiang Weihao's body was weak, and he was not covered in every step.

"Ali is still waiting for himself outside. I shouldn't be so selfish. If I die, Ali will be very sad." Jiang Hao thought of a Li, and his upright strength suddenly softened.

"No! I have to go back to find Ali. She can't leave me. We agreed. Return to the eastern regions together

Jiang Hao's eyes twinkled with tears. He did not intend to move forward. He had to leave. This is not the place he should come.

"What? One step away, opportunity missed, this life is no longer, you should carefully consider, love children must not control the thinking, martial arts peak, I am afraid there is no chance to see you again. " The old man looked at Jiang Hao with firm eyes, as if to suggest that Jiang Hao would insist. He sighed a long time, turned his back, and said that everything would be planned by Jiang Hao himself.

Hearing the old man's words, Jiang Hao immediately hesitated. Maybe this step is the distance between the light and the dark, and this step may be the source of endless power.

Just as Jiang Hao hesitated, his boa Jiao suddenly came out, its slender body extended forward, as if to signal Jiang Hao to move on.

Jiang Hao understood mangjiao's mind, and he believed that mangjiao's perception would not be bad.

Slowly, Jiang Hao's feet raised again, almost exhausted all his strength. He moved forward slowly, shaking violently.

Er!

His feet fell to the ground and just crossed the red line. Jiang Hao's body collapsed directly. He could not use any strength.

Consciousness quickly dissipated, blurred vision, as if dying.

In the blur, he felt his body suddenly lose weight, rise rapidly and float up.

When Jiang Hao opened his eyes, he found that he was no longer in the same place. There was nothing around him. There was no scenery or even air.

In the dark, there was a sound coming out. It was the sound of a walking stick. The outline of the old man suddenly appeared in the dark.

"The youth did not let me down, your tenacity, I admire!" The old man stood in front of Jiang Hao and praised him.

"Thank you for your kindness." Here, Jiang Hao is in good health. He knows that there is no real body here. Everything is just communication of ideas.

"Congratulations on your inheritance of Xianhe blood!" The old man spoke again.

"Dare to ask the old man, what kind of blood is this?" Jiang Hao Baoquan Dao.

"This blood is refined from the blood of the brave in ancient times. A million years ago, an unprecedented battle broke out in the Xianhe River Valley. Countless heroes returned to the West and their blood flowed into a river, which spread all over the river. They maintained the peace here with their flesh and blood." The old man sighed, as if recalling his pain, a little reluctant.

After a while, he continued to say: "now a million years have passed, the Empire has long been destroyed, leaving only this immortal mountain, which was formed by the emperor's body. With the changes of stars and mountains and rivers, it has become a valley, which has been handed down by later generations and named as immortal valley."

Jiang Hao nodded. It turns out that there is such a solemn and stirring history here.

The old man continued: "the blood of these heroes is a great creation for ordinary people. The Empire wants to preserve and support these blood. They represent loyalty and fearlessness, and are the soul and belief of a country."

"Now, if you cross this blood line, it means you are entitled to the blood inheritance. You are a righteous monk, because evil people will break into pieces and turn into fly ash when they pass away." Looking at Jiang Hao, the old man continued: "before you, there were monks who had the perseverance to stick to it, but they all had bad intentions. In the end, they did not end well. You are different. You are the first successful monk and a warrior."

With that, the old man's cane pressed toward the ground, and in the void, there was an aperture immediately.

After the aperture appeared, there was a sudden burst of suction, which directly covered Jiang Hao and sucked his body in.

In front of Jiang Hao, an altar appeared in front of Jiang Hao. The altar was small and empty, and there was nothing on it.

"Stand up." The voice of the old man echoed in Jiang Hao's mind.

After listening, Jiang Hao walked over, bought the altar and stood in the center.

Almost at the moment when Jiang Hao stood up, a burning sensation invaded his whole body, as if something was pouring into the meridians."Xianhe blood heritage, official change of owners!"

After the voice dropped, Jiang Hao's eyes suddenly closed, and various and complex incantations echoed in his mind, which was the pithy formula of cultivation.

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