The wizard is chasing the truth

The Zuxue Wizard gnashed his teeth when he spoke, and it was obvious that the conversation just now was not very harmonious.

Wang Ya glanced at the Great Wizard Zunhuang and saw two fingers raised under his sleeves.

It was not OK, but Oyeah!

"The invitation of the Zuxue Wizard, Nightmare dare not disobey." Wang Ya coughed, clasped his hands together, and performed a wizard etiquette.

The Zuxue Wizard's eyelids twitched wildly, and he pinched his hands hidden in his sleeves again and again before he resisted the urge to hit someone.

As he said the truth, he really couldn't beat the Great Wizard Zunhuang, even if he used the power of the Zuxue Pillar. There is a huge difference between wizards at the same level.

The Great Wizard Zunhuang has lived too long, and over the years, who knows how much foundation and trump cards he has accumulated.

The vast and ancient Zunhuang particle energy alone can overwhelm most of the Great Wizards of Huiyue.

At the foot of the Ancestral Blood Pillar, there is a layer of orange-yellow ripple mist covering it. It is very sticky. If you reach out and touch it, it seems to wet it.

In the special up and down corridor like a sightseeing elevator, four people stand on the rapidly descending stone platform. Some lives in the orange-yellow mist can be seen clearly.

Wang Ya came here for the first time and was a little curious.

The taciturn Wu Tu wizard finally spoke, "Don't touch it. It's safe inside the stone platform. The orange-yellow mist will corrode the flesh, blood, and particle energy. It may be contaminated with the ancestral blood curse."

Wang Ya silently retracted his arm and nodded to the Wu Tu wizard.

The white arc light flashed in his pupils, and the data and information collected by the analysis were not small.

The great wizard Zunhuang squinted his eyes, as if he was taking a nap, with his hands folded in his sleeves.

The ancestral blood wizard did not speak along the way, his face was gloomy and full of depression.

Obviously, the importance of the root ancestral blood occupies a great position in his heart.

The stone platform stopped steadily.

The orange mist has turned into a thick liquid, and there is a lot of black dirt on the outer wall of the upper and lower corridors, making it difficult to see the specific external situation.

Wang Ya's expression has become solemn since he went halfway into the tunnel.

The ancestral blood wizard frowned slightly, with fear in his eyes, and walked to the ancient gate opposite. There was an eye, or a hole, carved on the relief.

The great wizard Zunhuang opened his eyes and thought.

"Behind the door is the root ancestral blood. Nightmare wizard, you need to go in alone. Whether you can get the root ancestral blood, or the second pure ancestral blood, or the second ancestral blood, depends on your own ability."

Click! The door slowly opened, and the gray breath filled the air. The ancient charm made everyone present seem to see the scene of the lost era in the past.

The ancestral blood wizard made way, and the deep corridor was filled with blood mist, leading to an unknown realm.

The Great Wizard Zunhuang showed curiosity in his eyes and stepped forward. The blood mist instantly fluctuated and spread. The entire stone gate and the upper and lower corridors began to shake, and it felt like they were about to collapse at any time.

He hesitated and paused.

The Zuxue Wizard was nervous, wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, and looked at the Zuhuang Wizard with fear, who was pinching his nose and looked indifferent.

"The ancestral blood of Wu Tu is pure ancestral blood. The root ancestral blood beasts from this place have species, branches, and different regions and regional divisions. The same is true for ancestral blood. The strength of the root ancestral blood represents the potential and improvement space of the ancestral blood that is separated."

"The root of my lineage is an extremely ancient branch, named - the ancient Yanhuang."

After Wang Ya walked into the stone gate, the words of the Zuxue Wizard still echoed in his mind.

After entering the ancestral land of the origin, one will be entangled and wrapped by the endless evil curse until the body is completely infected, becoming a part of this part of the evil power, and being integrated into the ancestral blood for generations, unable to be separated.

Before the consciousness and self are completely eroded, it is necessary to absorb enough root ancestral blood power to condense an ancestral blood heart on the body, which can connect to the mysterious, unknown, and ancient ancestral blood's oldest root realm; as long as it is in the scope of ancestral blood, the carrier will sense that special realm.

The outbreak of the Wu Tu wizard is connected to that root realm, and he uses himself as a portal to open and receive part of the power.

Wang Ya is interested in ancestral blood and wants to study the oldest root realm of ancestral blood.

The essence of existence, where is it, and where does the source of power come from. Is there any connection with the activity of the ancient blood, the origin of the unknown power, and the world shaping method of the Nine Heavens Great Wizard.

If he can study it clearly, perhaps the biggest secret of the Huiyue level will be revealed by him.

And take this opportunity to use some ideas brought by the Li Ri inheritance to study the wizard rules.

The orange-yellow liquid mixed with blood-red breath, the activity is extremely amazing, like memory metal, sensing Wang Ya's arrival, began to float and twist and deform.

The twisted face with fangs and claws, the weird human figure, seemed to be peeping at Wang Ya's body, spirit, and soul. The evil spirits, resentment, and the extremely crazy malice, even Wang Ya now frowned subconsciously.

Buzz!

The golden robe on the body released the sacrificial power, and the halo formed by the halo isolated a small part of the safe boundary, making those things unable to approach.

"I hope Halak will not let me down."

Wang Ya raised his right hand, and a ball of active flesh and blood rolled out from the cuffs. It was all black and covered with various eyes on the surface.

It was the flesh and blood of the Halak root pillar that had once endured the rules of the fragments of the Book of All Things.

Halac, who was transformed from the origin of the evil god Gendass, also possessed a certain essence of blood rules and was extremely adaptable.

There was no reason why he could not bear the ancestral blood at the moment.

Unless this part of the ancestral blood was really related to the bloodline rules, and the power contained was far from as weak as the fragment rules.

It exceeded the upper limit of the carrying capacity of Halak's root column flesh and blood.

The strands of yellow breath were stripped off and entered the black flesh ball covered with eyeballs on the surface, and yellow spots gradually appeared.

Wang Ya, who was connected with the spirit and sensed the specific situation, gradually raised a curve at the corner of his mouth.

The power of ancestral blood, even the root ancestral blood, was secondary to him in terms of combat power. What was important was the value behind it.

The light of the robe of the kingdom of God became dimmer and dimmer, and the chanting in the power of sacrifice became smaller and smaller.

Wang Ya felt a lot of pressure. The evil power of the root ancestral blood was exaggeratedly powerful and endless, like a wave that flooded over.

The black wings behind him spread out, but they only expanded the safe area to about two meters.

The range was constantly shrinking, and the process was very fast.

Ordinary star wizards would have melted into part of the evil power and become part of the orange liquid. (End of this chapter)