Super Martial God

However, after the yellow mud cover of the jar was opened, the light of these runes seemed to be darkening. On the contrary, the pressure released by bloody eyes became more and more terrible.

"The lid must be closed as soon as possible. Any delay of one second is likely to lead to unexpected changes."

Lin Mu was secretly frightened.

The bloody eyes are preventing him from closing the lid, which means that the seal in the jar alone can't seal the bloody eyes. In this way, the bloody eyes will break the seal sooner or later.

"A sealed eye still wants to be domineering in front of me?"

Lin Mu's eyes also showed a fierce color. All the blood broke out completely. Finally, with a bang, he completely pressed down the yellow mud cover and covered the yellow mud altar again.

"After this opening, the seal in the yellow mud altar is obviously weak. If you want to open it again next time, you must be sure to refine the bloody eyes."

With such a powerful and terrible eye, Lin Mu's idea is not to destroy it, but to refine it like the original golden God's eyes.

As soon as the yellow mud cover was covered, the thrilling pressure disappeared. Lin Mu breathed a long sigh of relief. At this time, he found that his whole body had been soaked with cold sweat.

Although there was no great movement before, this depressing feeling was even more terrible than the catastrophe of the collapse of the earth.

"Next, it's time to refine these great Luo demon blood and use them to make ordinary blood."

Lin Mu turned his attention to his hands.

Before, he took out all the blood from the jar. There were 120 drops of blood in this pool.

There is no doubt that this is the time he got the largest amount of blood from Da Luo.

"Start refining."

It is not difficult for him to refine these great Luo demon blood.

Time passed little by little. About ten days later, he refined all the big Luo demon blood.

This time, his speed of refining the blood of the great Luo was many times faster than before. First, he had rich experience and second, his strength became stronger. It was difficult to think about it quickly.

"Make all blood."

He didn't delay a moment.

The reason why he knows the structure of blood, but it is still so difficult to make blood is because of the lack of driving energy, which is similar to the lack of horsepower of a car.

Now, with demon blood in his hand, he has energy and horsepower.

One drop of ordinary blood, two drops of ordinary blood, three drops of ordinary blood

With the passage of time, every blood was made by Lin Mu.

On average, he can produce one drop of ordinary blood in three hours and four drops a day.

This amazing speed is also related to his study of wasteland space and his deepening understanding of space.

In the past, he always felt that the spatial structure contained in the blood of the Dalai Lama was very complex, and he had to construct it carefully every time. Until now he studied the wasteland space, he found that the spatial structure was not so complex, but his way was wrong in the past.

It's like he was taking detours before, but now he's going straight.

Unconsciously, a month passed.

All demon blood was consumed, but at the same time, he also produced 120 drops of ordinary blood.

A drop of ordinary blood and a drop of demon blood actually have the same energy level. The difference is that the structure of ordinary blood is more complex, which contains the blood structure of God, fairy, heaven and demon.

Combining the four blood structures, even the Dalai Lama may not be able to do it, but Lin Mu did.

Lin Mu could do it, but he had a chance to fuse divine blood and immortal blood, so he caught a special method.

This method is only mastered by him. Later, there is the same method to fuse heaven blood. Now, demon blood is added.

After this fusion, he has a deeper experience in fusing the blood of Da Luo. If he meets the blood of other Da Luo again in the future, he may fuse more easily and quickly.

"One hundred and ninety-five drops of mortal blood."

Lin Mu was excited and felt unprecedented strength.

Although it is still far from the goal of a thousand drops of mortal blood, this is his biggest promotion since he created mortal blood.

"And those demon blood stones."

Lin Mu didn't forget that there were 39 demon blood stones in his hand.

"Refining."

The demon blood in these demon blood stones is obviously thin.

Three days later, he extracted all the demon blood and got 15 drops of demon blood.

"Continue refining and integration."

One day, he refined the fifteen drops of demon blood, and then consumed all the demon blood in four days to produce a new fifteen drops of ordinary blood.

"Two hundred and ten drops of ordinary blood."

Terrible harvest.

With so much blood, Lin Mu is absolutely invincible in the great saint class.

Now if we let him return to the blue sky world, he can definitely sweep away other monarchs.

His only fear is still the dark saint.

After all, the dark ancestor is different from other great saints.

Although the cultivation of the dark saint is a great saint, as a former yellow sky, he must control the means that countless Dara can have, and his combat effectiveness must not be measured by the standard of the great saint.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Lin Mu felt something was wrong, and the surrounding air suddenly became dull and depressed.

Brush!

He flew out of the cave and suddenly saw that dark clouds rolled in the sky.

"Doom!"

Lin Mu immediately judged that this was the doom.

What's more strange is that this doomsday was actually aimed at him.

He is a great sage and strong man. There is no doom for him. How can he encounter doom?

"What the hell is going on?"

This sense of doom was also very different from the natural disaster he had felt in the past.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and his face changed: "this is not a natural disaster, nor a Dao disaster, but a real disaster, a disaster of Qi and number."

Since the destruction of the great wilderness, the escape of Qi, the dark field and the chaotic void, there has been no such real doom in this world.

Therefore, whether it is the dark forest or the blue sky world, there is no saying of the disaster of Qi.

But Lin Mu thought that he ignored a problem, that is, the place where he is now does not belong to the dark forest, but the Jade Jujube field, which is a place composed of wasteland soil.

Just because there is no robbery in the dark forest doesn't mean there was no disaster in the great wilderness.

Obviously, this is the disaster of the great famine.

"To trigger the doom, there must be Qi. So, there are still Qi residues in the Jade Jujube field?"

Lin Mu's heart suddenly jumped.

Then, when he looked at the fate of the sky again, his eyes became hot.

"Gas number!"

This is the domain of the great Luo.

If he can master Qi, not to mention fighting against the Dalai Lama, at least he can have unexpected cards against the emperor.

"Take this gas at all costs."

Lin Mu made a decision immediately.

Compared with the "Qi number" of the world's original force, it is not worth mentioning.

The world is a world of big numbers, and big numbers are composed of countless Qi numbers.