Chapter 612

The next day.

This is a rare and lively day in the entrance of fortune.

Sacrificial ceremony, resonance blood essence.

If it was in the past, there might have been other great masters of the secret method of making iron gateways in other cities who came to watch the ceremony. Now this situation is becoming less and less. First, there are insufficient staff, and second, the links between cities are gradually decreasing.

Fierce beasts are rampant, not only in the wilderness, but also in the official way. We don't say it, but we all know it.

The body of the white haired old man, the descendant of the former great master of secret arts, has been cremated. The ashes are offered on the altar. The eldest disciple is dressed in yellow and prays piously.

The sky is covered with red clouds, like a sea of blood. In the depths of the clouds, there are faint whirlpools, like a blood colored eye.

This may be the abnormal image of essence blood coagulation induction.

King Luo was a little disappointed. Although the iron blood disciples were polite to their elders, they didn't have any special respect. The descendants of the former secret arts master didn't pay much attention to them, and the possible successors didn't ask for anything from him.

The iron making entrance is indeed an important force in overlord city. Unfortunately, no one can win over this force.

Luo datianwang saw it clearly and felt that he had wasted his efforts a few days ago.

Sha wuchou and the autumn wind have just healed. They also come to watch the ceremony.

They were badly hurt by Nie ma'er in the early stage. I don't know what happened later. I heard from Guang Shengjun that Shen Zhenyi finally solved the beast spirit. They are all half convinced and half suspicious.

"However, the descendant of the great secret craftsman seems to believe it deeply, so he finally enlightened and improved his cultivation for his three female disciples with his blood essence. This time, abandoning sword mountain villa has made a lot of money." Qiu Fengye sighed.

Sha wuchou said impatiently, "it's none of our business anyway. The resources in the city won't be short of ours anyway. After this is over, I'd better go back and shut up. I'm too lazy to see more. Let these young people do more work."

The power of Zijian mountain villa is expanding more and more. They can't stop it if they want to.

Fortunately, they have no intention to compete for power and power. Abandon sword mountain villa has the ability. In the future, they will simply hand over all the mundane affairs of overlord city. They can devote themselves to cultivation and see if there is a chance to break through.

Guangshengjun glanced at them and smiled silently.

These two old men are still like this. In fact, they can't put anything down. They have to be reclusive. With their current state of mind, it's absolutely impossible to break through.

Kurosawa military division looked solemn and did not belong to his mind, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

"The ceremony is about to begin!"

Chu Huoluo followed Shen Zhenyi and looked at the scene of the world changing color.

The essence of human blood can actually affect the sky. At this point, we can imagine the magical power of the great craftsman of secret law.

——Pushing further, Shen Zhenyi, who can guide the master of the secret method, is even more unfathomable.

"After thousands of years, the blood essence is still so pure. His obsession of salvation is still so deep."

Shen Zhenyi sighed gently.

This kind of ability of transforming essence into blood can never last so long unless the practitioner has an easier obsession. It has lasted for thousands of years. This is the strength of mind and spirit.

Princess long didn't understand it, so she asked, "is this the legendary method of incarnation outside the body? The descendants of the great masters of the secret method all over the world are actually his parts to practice?"

This is just a mysterious legend and myth, but it sounds similar to the secret craftsman's method of turning flesh into iron.

Shen Zhenyi was dumbfounded and smiled: "how can it be so powerful? Although the spirit of the master of secret arts has been passed down, each successor of the master of secret arts still has his own independent consciousness, not the master of secret arts himself."

He paused and sighed: "even if there is a great opportunity in the future to gather blood essence and regenerate the master of the secret method, he is actually two different people from him a thousand years ago. At most, he has the memory and emotion of that year."

If you inherit the blood essence of a great craftsman, you can inherit his power and magic power, that is, inherit his will.

We must use flesh and blood to turn iron and build a male city to protect the Terran.

Of course, only those who share the same spirit and are willing to sacrifice can inherit it, but they are not completely transformed into the master of secret law, but just inherit his memory and knowledge.

Even if every descendant will feel that he is a master of secret law.

However, the real master of secret arts had been sleeping for thousands of years and died without a whole body.

"That is to say, there is no real rebirth?"

Chu Huoluo lamented: "since it is so, how can he be so determined and practice this magic power?"

Try the pain of scattered blood essence, and the spirit will stay in the world, repeating the pain all the time. If you can make a comeback after a few years in order to practice, you may be able to bite your teeth and bear it, but the real self is dead and it is not himself who is reborn. What is he trying to do?

——Chu Huoluo knew she was wrong as soon as she spoke.

What the master of the secret arts has been striving for is to save the world and help others. As long as he saves one more, he will be willing to suffer any more pain.

This spirit of sacrifice is already a holiness that is difficult for people to understand.

"The old man... Is really amazing."

She thought for a while and finally made a comment.

Chu Huoluo couldn't imagine what the master of secret arts was like thousands of years ago. She could only subconsciously feel that she was the white haired old man who had just died.

Anyway, at the spiritual level, the two coincide.

"But... It would be impossible for me to sacrifice so much."

She felt that she was not so noble: "if I want to save people, I am willing. Sometimes my blood rushes up. Even if I lose my life, it is at most a regret before I die. But if I have to eat so much pain in pieces, I can't see the return. I really can't do it."

Chu Huoluo is very frank. She can't be such a person.

"No harm."

Shen Zhenyi doesn't think everyone should be so heroic.

"If only you had your own faith."

The more you practice, the more important it is to adhere to your beliefs, which is the so-called "Tao".

Everyone's "Tao" comes out slowly and gathers into today's self with countless fragments of the past.

"Uh huh."

Chu Huoluo and Princess long said they were.

Zining Jun bowed her head silently. She didn't need Shen Zhenyi to improve her self persistence.

Call——

At this time, the vortex in the red cloud in the air suddenly accelerated and rotated, and a bloody smell filled the air.

"Coming!"

The elder martial brother who presided over the sacrifice was overjoyed: "we are sincere, sensitive to blood essence, and the blood essence of the great craftsman of secret arts is coming!"

I saw that the blood eyes in the air seemed to open, and a little red light came out like an arrow, drawing a dazzling arc in the air.

All the iron blood disciples shouted together, raised their hands and looked forward to it, hoping that this blood essence could fall on their heads.

——However, the blood essence seemed to deliberately avoid them, hovered in the air for a week, picked the right object and galloped past.

——Unbiased, flew into the eyebrows of Chu Huoluo!