sorcery

Chapter 897 Holy Book White 2
"you……"

Sheng Shubai gasped, he didn't know what to say anymore, the shock in his heart can be imagined.

The Holy Spirit Ancient Clan has been struggling to find the whereabouts of their ancestral land, and they have never given up hope. Is it really a mirror image?

The ancestral land collapsed, the Wanhua Saint Clan was destroyed, and the Wanhua Saint Blood would hardly appear in the world again.

Walking through countless restricted areas of life, life and death are in jeopardy, but the hope I am looking for is...

The ancient Holy Spirit clan has been walking the vast world, in countless small and medium worlds, even outside the territory, where there is a restricted area of ​​life, there are people from the Ancient Holy Spirit clan.

Shattered, the hope that has been firmly believed for a long time has been shattered. After all, the Wanhua Saint Clan collapsed in the depths of the long river of time and space. It has to be said that it is a great irony.

As soon as he thought of this, Sheng Shubai suddenly grabbed the magic ape wine that Yunchen put in front of him, and poured it down on the spot, almost drinking ten catties of the magic ape wine in one gulp.

"Is it shattered? Is it shattered after all? The faith of the Three Ancient Era, the hope I have been looking for..."

"We without the Holy Blood of Myriad Transformations, this endless catastrophe at the end of the era, we..."

"There is no hope, everything will be the same as before three ancient epochs, the world is dark, silent, and all spirits are dead..."

"The calamity of the era, there is no hope..."

"Who can bring us hope and future..."

Sheng Shubai seems to have lost his will, and his hard pursuit has turned into a dream, and he has no motivation or goal in his heart.

Despair, nothing but despair.

I can't see tomorrow, I can't see hope, I can't see the future...

It is destined to continue the dark fate of three ancient epochs ago, an ultimate fate that no one can resist.

The prophecies of the three ancient eras of the Wanhua Saint Clan were also shattered.

"Brother Shubai, why are you so pessimistic? Who can speak frankly about the future before reaching the real final step."

"Nothing is predetermined, and nothing is truly future."

"Fate is not predestined, but a creature chooses fate step by step."

"Every word or action will have a completely different result."

"Fate is just a river, and we are the water droplets in the river of fate. We cannot change the flow of the entire long river, but at least our own choices can make the long river fork."

"A fork is very weak at the beginning, and it cannot change the entire long river, but at least it has changed."

"Accumulating over time, one day it will produce another diversion."

"Nothing is impossible, and nothing is destined. If you stop moving forward, you will eventually be smoothed out by the long river."

"Don't believe in fate, let alone accept fate."

"Because the thoughts of mortals can break the sky!"

Yun Chen stood up, his eyes filled with endless determination, as if the king who had crossed the fate of the ages and the long river of time and space had finally walked into the depths of the unknown fog.

Do not believe in fate, let alone accept fate.

Every step is fighting, every step is resisting.

There are countless dangers and dangers on the road ahead, and I have never changed my belief.

Maybe some people say he is stupid, maybe some people know him as an idiot, even if he is alone, it will not change.

How can you give up when you haven't reached the last step.

Even at the last step, you have to fight to the death.

Destiny is fought out, and the future is created by oneself.

"Don't accept fate, let alone believe in fate!"

"The thought of a mortal can break the sky!"

"You... who are you?"

"Do you know what kind of storm it will cause if these words are spread?"

"You are going against the sky, fighting against fate..."

"Don't ever say what you say today, it will bring you endless disasters."

Sheng Shubai's body trembled, and he looked at Yun Chen noncommittally. He couldn't imagine why this young man who only showed the first level of the king would have such determination and will.

These words are not those that are unbridled, really wild words.

And it seemed that he had really experienced it, that he had truly escaped from the desperate situation of life and death.

Only after experiencing despair, life and death, can we truly understand hope and the future.

"What is against the sky, what is against fate."

"From the day we warriors stepped into forging, we have embarked on a path that defies the sky and even fate."

"Some people seek survival, some seek transcendence, some seek power, and some seek strength..."

"Aren't these against fate, against the sky?"

"Martial arts is to compete with the sky, fight with people, and fight with fate."

"Isn't the holy blood you are asking for to avoid this disaster?"

"If according to what you said, isn't this against the sky?"

"The catastrophe of the era is destined, and all spirits are destined to be destroyed. If you don't want to fight, why are you struggling to seek the ancestral land?"

"Since the day you were born, you have been against fate and against the sky."

"If you don't move forward, you will die."

"One step forward, it may be an abyss, endless darkness, but who knows if there is light at the end?"

"If you don't try, how will you know there is no hope?"

Yun Chen sat down again, took out two jars of wine, threw them in front of Sheng Shubai in an instant, and then took a sip lightly.

Fate is like cause and effect. Every decision you make will lead to the future situation.

If you don't fight, you will die, and if you fight, you may still have a chance.

"Tianchen...brother, who are you?"

Sheng Shubai's eyes became a little harsh, because Yun Chen's remark gave him too much shock, and this was completely against the sky.

But the strange thing is that he was able to listen to this remark, which also touched him even more.

What is his origin and what kind of inheritance he has.

"I'm just a spiritual chef and a spiritual wine master. At best, I'm just a half-hearted alchemist."

"Who am I? What is my origin? What kind of inheritance do I have?"

"It's not important, is it?"

"Just treat me as a drinking buddy!"

"You don't think that I, a mere king, can pose any threat to you, the quasi-emperor!"

Yun Chen smiled slightly, looking extremely mysterious, no one knew what he was really thinking?
Fudge?Who wouldn't fool around?
Now there are several forces gathered here, the kingdom of the dead, the way of destroying heaven, the shadow thorns, and the ancient holy clan, but there is no one force that is against them.

Making good friends with these forces will be his only means of dealing with the Reincarnation Sect in the future.

The initial investment will be paid back in the future.

Whether it is Shengshubai or Zili, this dispute is unavoidable, but everything will be discussed after they have done it, and the cause and effect of both parties have been eliminated.

"King, you are definitely not a mere king."

"Brother Tianchen, no matter your words, deeds or demeanor, a weak king can't show it."

"No matter what I say, I am also a majestic quasi-emperor, which will not bring you the slightest pressure, is it normal?"

"Obviously very abnormal."

"Of course, if you don't want to speak out, I won't force you."

"It's not bad to be a drinking buddy."

"At least after your suggestion, I already understand what to do."

Sheng Shubai made no secret of his true intentions. For the ancient Holy Spirit clan, each of them has the talent to peek into the good and evil of people's hearts.

But Yunchen gave him the feeling that it was a chaos, a fog, and he couldn't peep at it at all.

He is very mysterious, but also has a far from simple inheritance and origin.

Of course, everyone has their own secrets, and if you peek into it rashly, it will only arouse the disgust of others.

Maybe being a drinking buddy would be nice too.

"No, brother Shubai, you don't understand."

"Because you were wrong about this matter from the beginning, and you were really wrong."

"You and I can meet, it is a fate in itself, maybe I am your hope."

"Who can say all these things?"

"Maybe I can help you re-condense the Holy Blood of Myriad Transformations."

Yun Chen smiled slightly, lifted the wine jar and took a sip, revealing endless mystery in his eyes.

"You... what did you say?"

"Brother Tianchen, what you said is... really..."

"You can really..."

The wine jar that Sheng Shubai had just brought to his mouth was suddenly put down, his face was silent for a long time, and this was the trembling sound.

Reappearing the Holy Blood of Myriad Transformations...

is it possible?is it possible?

The Xeon bloodline ranked in the top ten before the Three Ancient Era was able to contain ten thousand dharmas for his own use, and he could cultivate the terrifying Myriad Transformation Bloodline that shocked the world...

Who the hell is he?What kind of inheritance is mastered, and what kind of existence is the Holy Blood of Ten Thousand Transformations!

The Three Ancient Era has long been lost, and it cannot be reproduced by means of later generations.

"Who knows? But how do you know if you don't try it?"

"Even if you don't succeed, you have nothing to lose. It's just a drop of blood to waste."

"But if it reappears, how helpful it will be to you and even your ancient Holy Spirit."

"I mean maybe! If you are not careful, you may become the Holy Physique of Wanhuatian, or the Physique of the Holy King of Wanhuatian, or even... the Royal Physique."

"As I said earlier about fate, nothing is preordained."

"Nobody knows whether the darkness or the light awaits before you try."

"There is always a glimmer of hope after trying, isn't it..."

Yun Chen stretched his muscles and drank the wine from the jar, leaving behind an endless and mysterious smile.

The Holy Blood of Wanhua is just the most basic blood of the Holy Race of Wanhua. There are also Heavenly Saint Blood, Heavenly Saint King's Blood, Heavenly Saint Emperor's Blood... and even the highest level of Heavenly Saint Ancestral Blood...

According to the inheritance of the swallowing beast's memory, the holy blood of Wanhua is the key to the achievement of the tenth level of Emperor Zun, and it is the key of the keys. It is not difficult to stimulate it.

The difficult thing is how to make further breakthroughs and improve the quality of his bloodline.

But who is Yun Chen?The grand master who reached the peak in various fields in the previous life has in-depth research on the blood of various races, and is also a first-class blood master.

As long as he can successfully stimulate the holy blood of Wanhua, if he wants to make a further breakthrough, based on his experience, it is not a problem at all. The blood of the holy emperor of Wanhua cannot be done by the ancestor blood.

But Wanhua Tiansheng King's Blood can still do it [-]% of the time.

But to inspire the holy blood of all transformations, the gods and objects of heaven and earth needed, that would be an astronomical figure.

But with the background of the Holy Spirit ancient clan, these are nothing at all.

"Brother Tianchen...you can't be sure!"

"Whether it works or not, let me tell you. My soul has been burned by the primordial fire, and [-]% of it has not recovered."

"Don't scare me, can you? In case the soul's injury recurs..."

"I'm going to be unhinged."

Sheng Shubai took a deep breath again, as there were hundreds of thousands of beasts raging past in his heart, and he almost couldn't bear it with his state of mind.

Wanhua Sacred Blood, Heavenly Sacred Blood, Heavenly Sacred King's Blood, Emperor's Blood, and even Ancestral Blood...

On purpose, he clearly did it on purpose...

It's just pretending, it must be like this.

No matter what the cost, the holy blood must be reinvigorated, that is the foundation of everything...

How many elders in the clan, how many elders were eager to see through this myriad of holy blood, and even buried in the forbidden areas of life.

Almost everyone was desperate, only he never gave up.

But now happiness comes too suddenly, really too suddenly...

If the elders in the clan knew about it, they would all go crazy, and they would not hesitate to go to war with Piaomiao Mountain to snatch this big brother Tianchen back.

Calm down, calm down, must be calm, this matter cannot be rushed.

(End of this chapter)