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Chapter 421 The Blood God Appears

"What happened when the leader ascended to the ninth level of the Blood God Altar?"

When King Diyuan saw "Gu Linfeng" who had already reached the eighth floor and was heading towards the ninth floor, he couldn't help but ask the leader of the Blood God Sect.

Because as far as he could remember, no one in the history of the Blood God Cult had ever reached the ninth floor, never.

In the past 100,000 years, no candidate for the Semi-Saint Son of God has ever reached the ninth level. Even the brilliant man from a thousand years ago could only reach the sixth level.

As for the ninth level, no, it never existed!

"call!"

As for this question, not only the Diyuan Dharma King, but also the Haiming Dharma King and other four Dharma Kings of the Blood God Sect, the entire Blood God Sect is extremely concerned and wants to know the answer.

Therefore, even though most of the Blood God Cult monks did not hear the question from the Diyuan Dharma King to the Blood God Cult leader, they still looked at the Blood God Cult leader in tacit understanding.

Obviously, they all wanted to know what would happen when they reached the ninth level of the Blood God Cult.

I'm afraid that in the entire Blood God Cult, only the leader of the Blood God Cult knows about this kind of thing.

The only thing he could do was to ask the leader of the Blood God Cult.

"I will meet the Blood God Patriarch!"

The leader of the Blood God Cult took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

Although the Blood God was killed and his soul was shattered, it was precisely because of this that his soul was integrated and wandered freely between heaven and earth, and was not completely destroyed.

This is especially impossible when the Blood God's body still exists.

It is said that if there is a spiritual god who is willing to pay a sufficient price and re-condense the Blood God's wandering soul, the Blood God can be resurrected.

While this was clearly a bit of a fantasy, it was enough to demonstrate that a portion of the Blood God's soul still existed. Even if it was only one in a hundred thousand, it was still the Blood God's soul. It was just that in the entire Blood God Cult's hundred thousand years, no one had the privilege or the right to see the Blood God's remaining soul.

Even Yan Liren back then did not have this qualification.

The qualification is very simple. One has to ascend to the ninth floor of the Blood God Altar with the cultivation level of a semi-saint. Then one can see the Blood God's soul. Although it is only a wisp, it is enough.

However, this is just a legend known by successive generations of leaders. No one has ever actually done it.

But his words still caused an uproar among the high-ranking saints and semi-saints of the Blood God Cult.

Although it did not reach the ears of other Blood God Cult monks, the cheers for Gu Linfeng had already resounded throughout the Blood God Cult.

Everyone already knows that only "Gu Linfeng" is worthy of becoming the Son of God of their Blood God Cult.

"Gu Linfeng!"

"Gu Linfeng!"

"Gu Linfeng..."

"Wow, the boss is worthy of being the boss, he is so powerful. Do you want to follow the boss to the seventh floor?"

Sun Dadi on the sixth floor glanced at Wei Longxing and Hai Lingyin and spoke.

As for Sun Dadi's suggestion, although Wei Longxing and Hai Lingyin were tempted, they also knew their own limitations and shook their heads.

"No need. This is our limit. Going any higher would be humiliating. If you're interested, go ahead!"

"Okay, I'll go up then."

Hearing this, Sun Dadi didn't waste any more words with the two of them. He strode forward and headed towards the seventh floor of the Blood God Altar.

As soon as he stepped onto the stairs, his feet were covered in blood, revealing his white bones. However, this did not stop Sun Dadi. He headed towards the seventh floor, sweat and blood pouring down.

"Congratulations to Palace Master Jie for accepting a good disciple, and congratulations to Dharma King Hai Ming for raising a good grandson."

At this moment, the saints of the Blood God Cult all congratulated the Palace Master of Kunzi Tiangong and the Dharma King Haiming who had brought Sun Dadi back.

As long as nothing unexpected happens, Zhao Shuang and Sun Dadi will definitely become the pillars of the Blood God Cult and lead it to become the number one among the major ancient religions.

After all, Zhao Shuang and Sun Dadi have now fully demonstrated their potential.

The Palace Master of Kunzi Heavenly Palace and the Dharma King Haiming responded to the saints of the Blood God Cult with a smile.

I couldn't help but feel that Zhao Shuang was too much of a show-off. What would I do if my identity was discovered?

But there is no other choice now, we can only take it one step at a time.

"My two sisters, please prepare the holy weapons."

At the same time, the smile on Shangguan Xianyan's face became more and more intense, brighter and more charming.

Ning Xi and Bei Haiying, although their eyes were also shining, still spoke with gritted teeth.

"Until the last moment, it's still unclear who the Son of God is."

"Yes."

The reason why the two of them said this was mainly because in addition to performing on stage, the Blood God Altar also had competitions.

If Zhao Shuang loses to the ninth-level "Blood God Ancestor," then according to the rules, he will also be ineligible to become a Son of God. Only candidates who pass the Son of God assessment can become a Son of God.

Of course, if the Blood God Cult leader and the other saints disagreed, forcing Zhao Shuang to become the Son of God would be possible, but this could lead to serious risks.

Even if no one would object to this, it would still be the same.

Therefore, no one knows what choice the leader of the Blood God Cult and the saints will make.

This is also the important reason why Wei Longxing and Hai Lingyin also believe that they have the potential to become sons of God.

So, after taking a deep breath, Wei Longxing pressed his palm onto the Blood God's altar and injected the holy energy into it.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew from the cliff where he was, and wisps of blood and energy gathered towards Wei Longxing, condensing into thirteen figures, standing in the air in an orderly manner.

Those are the spiritual bodies of the thirteen Sons of God in the history of the Blood God Cult.

Those thirteen Sons of God all climbed to the sixth level of the Blood God Altar when they were at the ninth level of semi-saints, leaving behind an image of themselves.

"Do you think Wei Longxing can pass this test?"

"I don't know, but his potential is huge."

Unlike other people's discussions, Wei Longxing looked at the thirteen sons of gods who appeared, and finally set his sights on one of them.

"Son of the Yuanhong God, I want to challenge you." "Swish."

As soon as he finished speaking, the spiritual body of the Son of God Yuanhong flew down directly and stood opposite Wei Longxing.

The spiritual bodies of the remaining twelve sons of God immediately dissipated.

The Yuanhong Divine Son at this moment was exactly the same as the Yuanhong Divine Son before, without any difference. Therefore, he was full of contempt for Wei Longxing's challenge.

"How dare you challenge me? You're really asking for death. Since you're looking for death, I'll give you a ride."

The Son of God Yuanhong was quite arrogant and full of contempt for Wei Longxing.

Then, he stretched out his arm again and called out, "Bone, come here." "Bone, come here!"

"Bone comes..."

Suddenly, the lingering sound spread throughout the nine-story altar.

The next moment, the white bones of a ninth-rank semi-saint squeezed out from between the bones of the altar and merged into one with the spiritual body of the Son of God Yuanhong.

Afterwards, Wei Longxing and Yuanhong Shen Zi fought fiercely. Both of them were outstanding people, so the fight was naturally hard to decide.

As Wei Longxing took action, Hai Lingyin and other candidates for the Son of God no longer waited and began to choose the Son of God from previous generations.

Then, one of the candidates for the Son of God was killed instantly, without any ability to resist at all.

Although this situation is rare, it does happen. In addition, this is the Blood God Cult, so no one will feel sad.

I just feel that I’m not strong enough!
Up to now, the only two candidates left among the generations of Sons of God who have not been chosen are Sun Dadi who is heading towards the seventh level, and Zhao Shuang who is heading towards the ninth level.

However, at this moment, the focus of the Blood God Cult members was not on Zhao Shuang and Sun Dadi.

Instead, they were fighting fiercely against the candidates for the Son of God, Wei Longxing and Hai Lingyin.

A quarter of an hour later, Huo Xin, the only one who had passed the first level of the Blood God Altar, was left with Wei Longxing and Hai Lingyin, who were still engaged in battle.

As well as Zhao Shuang, Sun Dadi and four others who were on stage.

"The four of them are truly formidable. If they all grow up, they will surely make the Blood God Cult the number one among the ancient sects."

"It's a pity that they all lived in the same era. If they lived in different eras, it would be almost like our Blood God Cult had four sons of God."

"That's not the way to say it. Once you become the Son of God, the resources you gain are simply incomparable to others. This immediately widens the gap."

"That's right, but I don't know if Gu Linfeng can reach the ninth floor. If he does, he will be the first candidate for the Son of God to reach the ninth floor in the Blood God Cult's 100,000 years. Do you think the Cult Master will directly appoint him as the Son of God? After all, no Son of God has ever reached the ninth floor."

"Impossible? Even if there isn't, I believe there will be tests at the Blood God Altar. We just have to wait and see."

"Right."

"Hey, Wei Longxing lost!"

"Not bad, more than a thousand moves. If I can hold on a little longer, I may not lose."

"Yes."

Afterwards, Hai Lingyin and the chosen Son of God fought fiercely for three hours and finally ended in a draw.

The rules of the battle for the Son of God: "If there is no winner after three hours, it is a draw."

Hai Lingyin had experienced decades of adversity and had an unwavering heart of the Holy Way. He was not discouraged by the draw, but was more curious about whether Zhao Shuang could reach the ninth level of the Blood God Altar.

As for Sun Dadi, he ultimately failed to reach the seventh floor and was knocked down, losing the qualification to run for the Son of God, which made everyone sigh.

But Sun Dadi didn't agree and didn't regret anything. He knew that the Son of God must be Zhao Shuang's, his boss.

Of course, there is no need to regret anything. I just want to know when Zhao Shuang will be able to reach the ninth floor. After all, it has been so long.

At this moment, Zhao Shuang did not expect that the ninth floor of the Blood God Altar would be so difficult to climb. It was completely beyond his expectations.

At this moment, his whole body felt as if he was carrying a mountain weighing billions of pounds, and he could hardly move forward. Every step forward was extremely difficult.

That's why he walked so slowly. But he felt that as long as he reached the ninth floor, there would be some unexpected benefits waiting for him, so he couldn't give up.

"Master, do you think Gu Linfeng can reach the ninth level of the Blood God Altar?"
Di Yuan Fa Wang asked, apart from Huo Xin, he was the one who least wanted Zhao Shuang to reach the ninth floor.

After all, he and Dharma King Haiming were sworn enemies, and his disciple also died at the hands of Zhao Shuang. The hatred was extremely deep.

"That depends on him. There's no time limit anyway. We'll just wait. If the King of France is tired, feel free to leave."

The Blood God Cult leader naturally understood Yuan Fa Wang's thoughts and spoke calmly, his eyes revealing a complex expression.

Of course, now the entire Blood God Cult hopes that Zhao Shuang can ascend to the ninth level of the Blood God Altar. This means that their Blood God Cult will have an unprecedented Son of God, who will definitely be able to bring the entire Blood God Cult to the peak of the Kunlun Realm.

Therefore, among the countless disciples of the Blood God Sect who spontaneously waved flags and cheered for Zhao Shuang, the most excited one was Sun Dadi.

Holding the battle flag with the word "Gu Linfeng" on it, he roared and shouted, almost more excited than when he himself became the Son of God.

Apart from him, the Blood God Cult's Saintess Shangguan Xianyan was the same, but she was not as ungraceful as Sun Dadi.

As Shangguan Xianyan came on stage, the disciples of the Blood God Sect became even more excited.

Compared to the excitement of the Blood God Cult disciples, Zhao Shuang felt a bit troubled because he felt a divine power descending upon him, preventing him from ascending to the ninth floor of the Blood God Altar.

At the same time, a series of terrible sounds and devilish voices were filling his mind, which could not be blocked out at all. He could only listen to them and his mind was disturbed.

But all this did not have much impact on Zhao Shuang, and he climbed to the ninth level of the Blood God Altar.

As soon as they reached the ninth floor of the Blood God Altar, the entire Blood God Cult, big and small, was filled with overwhelming cheers.

"Gu Linfeng!"

"Gu Linfeng!"

"Gu Linfeng"!
"Son of God..."

"Son of God!"

"Son of God!"

That's right. Even if there hadn't been a second round of trials, the entire Blood God Cult had already tacitly accepted Zhao Shuang as the Blood God Cult's Son of God.

No matter how unwilling Huo Xin was, he could only acquiesce and at most not cheer along.

After all, he knew that even if he became the Son of God, no one would obey him, and he would not be able to order Zhao Shuang to do anything. Instead, he would probably disappear quietly and hold another Son of God selection. This situation would not end until Gu Linfeng became the Son of God or died.

Just as the Blood God Cult was cheering and celebrating, a torrent of blood light surged out from the ninth floor of the Blood God Altar, instantly submerging Zhao Shuang.

Completely flooded!
This scene made everyone panic, not knowing what was going on.

"Master, this...what's going on?"

The Dharma King Diyuan was both surprised and happy.

"Wait!"

Faced with this strange sight, the leader of the Blood God Cult had only one word to say.

Wait!
As soon as these words came out, everyone had to wait for the changes on the ninth floor of the Blood God Altar and for Zhao Shuang to reappear.

At the same time, he was thinking about what Zhao Shuang was doing on the ninth floor, what was in the blood, and whether he really saw the Blood God Patriarch!
Only Zhao Shuang, who was in the sea of ​​blood, could answer this series of questions.

And now Zhao Shuang was experiencing their doubts, sitting opposite a person, a figure, a blurry figure whose face could not be seen clearly.

This figure gave Zhao Shuang great power. There was no doubt that he was the "Blood God"

(End of this chapter)