The Sovereign of the Nine Realms

Chapter 1205 Blood-Dripping Stone Statue!

Chapter 1205 Blood-Dripping Stone Statue!

Although it is impossible to judge the statue's condition from its appearance, Ling Hantian instinctively discovered that when he approached the statue, the resonance from the blood came again, making him feel awe-inspiring.

Originally on the first few floors, Ling Hantian had been paying attention to the matter of blood resonance, but since the seventh floor of the Lord of Evil Spirits, Ling Hantian no longer has the energy to pay attention to this matter.

Until now, Ling Hantian finally discovered this feeling again, it was so real.

This statue, as well as the statue of the woman holding the piano on the fifth floor, can resonate with his blood. To some extent, even if this statue is not the same person as the previous one, it should be from the same family.

Ling Hantian walked up to the statue, pondered for a while, took a deep breath, and tried to slowly extend his palm.

This statue is made of unknown material, it is as gentle as jade, and it feels exactly the same as the statue of the woman holding the qin he touched before. Ling Hantian has an intuition that the person molded by these two statues should be the same person.

However, if you experience it carefully, Ling Hantian finds that in this statue, there seems to be an inexplicable sadness lingering and lingering.

This kind of sadness seems to be innate, which greatly surprised Ling Hantian.

"The river has spread."

Just when Ling Hantian fell into deep thought, Xue Qingcheng's drink sounded, and there was a trace of vibrato in her voice.

Even though Xue Qingcheng is also a peerless genius, it is difficult to calm down when facing a world submerged by floods.

Ling Hantian raised his head and looked at the roaring turbid Yellow River in the distance. Countless skeletons floated up and down in the river. From time to time, there would be huge waves sweeping up, and there would be rumbling sounds, which frightened people's minds.

Could it be that it is impossible to leave this world?
Ling Hantian's hands could not help but clenched slightly. The blood sword, Da Siming, and the spirit of the demon world were all trapped in the blood world of Styx because of Styx's avatar, and there has been no news so far.

As for the Jiuyou Bronze Guard, it seemed that he was summoned by Styx's avatar and left him.

Rumble!
In the clone of Styx, the sound of the sky-shaking waves was getting closer and closer, causing Xue Qingcheng's beautiful face to turn pale, and she couldn't help but shift her gaze to Ling Hantian.

Perhaps, their only choice now is to enter the prison city.

However, entering the prison city will not solve the problem, they are still trapped in this world.

However, what puzzled Xue Qingcheng was that not only did Ling Hantian not have the idea of ​​using the prison city, but he even took his eyes back and continued to look at the dilapidated statue, as if the danger of destruction that was close at hand had nothing to do with it. He is irrelevant.

Ling Hantian was able to calm down so much, but Xue Qingcheng couldn't calm down anymore. Ling Hantian held the initiative of the Prison City and could enter it at any time, but she was different.

She and Ling Hantian are just a master-servant relationship. If Ling Hantian doesn't let her enter the prison city, then she will definitely die if she is lost in this world.

At this moment, Xue Qingcheng pursed her lips tightly, staring at Ling Hantian firmly, her eyes flashed with complex colors, and finally said with difficulty, "Master, I want to enter the prison city."

This was the first time Xue Qingcheng called Ling Hantian his master, which also meant that Xue Qingcheng finally let go of the arrogance in her heart and bowed her head to Ling Hantian.

Ling Hantian turned his head sideways, looked at Xue Qingcheng in surprise, and then glanced at the clone of Styx who was only a few hundred meters away. .

Rumble!
The turbid river water was roaring, countless skeletons were still floating up and down, and endless dead air was filling the air. Ling Hantian could already feel the bone-chilling coldness.

"Looks like there's only one last try."

Ling Hantian sighed softly, and once again turned his gaze to the statue in front of him, raised his left hand, forced out a drop of blood from the fingertip, and then gently dripped onto the statue.

The last time in the village of gods, Ling Jiuyou, the ancestor of the Ling family, once said that the descendants of the Ling family should bleed on the statue at the head of the village.

Although Ling Hantian still doesn't know what that means, but Ling Hantian can really feel the power of that statue.

This time, Ling Hantian had no other choice. He tried to drip some blood on this statue that could resonate with his blood, hoping for a miracle to happen.

At this time, the scarlet blood was dripping on the chest of the statue, just like water dripping on the beach, but it actually completely seeped into it without slipping.

Ling Hantian clearly felt that when his blood seeped into the statue, the statue trembled slightly. Although it was an extremely weak tremor, how could it escape Ling Hantian's perception that he had reached the power of one hundred thousand souls.

This vibration, [-]% real, can never be wrong!
Sure enough, almost at the next moment, Ling Hantian felt that there was a temperature on the statue, which was completely different from the previous feeling of being warm and moist like jade. There was really a temperature, just like a human body, and it was no longer a statue. .

Moreover, the temperature of the statue's body surface is still rising, and it seems that something hot has been activated inside the statue.

The temperature on the surface of the statue was getting higher and higher, and the palm of Ling Hantian's hand that was placed on the statue felt a slight burning sensation, which forced Ling Hantian to withdraw his palm.

"So hot!"

However, even if Ling Hantian had already withdrawn his palm, the temperature emitted by the statue made Ling Hantian, who was relatively close to the statue, feel as if he was standing in front of the stove.

Ling Hantian clenched his hands tightly, staring at the statue, and took a step back at the same time.

Rumble!
The roar of Styx's avatar had already exploded in his ears, and the howling dead air had blown Ling Hantian's clothes, and the unpleasant smell of the turbid yellow river water had been pouring into Ling Hantian's nostrils, making people feel uncomfortable. Nausea.

"Still no response!"

The statue just radiated higher and higher temperatures, but no miracles appeared, making Ling Hantian's hands clenched tighter and tighter. Unless it was a last resort, Ling Hantian naturally didn't want to enter the prison city.

Once trapped here, in the face of the erosion of the Styx clone, the defense of the prison city will be opened, and the connection between Ling Hantian and the prison city will become closer and closer.

However, Ling Hantian has always remembered that there is a problem with this prison city, and at present, he only wants to control the prison city!

At this moment, the whole statue had turned red, as if it had been burned red. The scorching heat made people's skin ache.

However, this time, Ling Hantian did not back down, he stared at the statue with firm eyes.

However, at this moment, a crimson boiling light emanated from the statue, covering Ling Hantian.

(End of this chapter)