Chapter 960

Blood world, central mountain range, at the foot of the mountain on the side near the water.

Bu Zhenhuan is staring at his feet. Under his feet, there is a red Chixiao Ganoderma lucidum, and taking the Ganoderma lucidum as the center, circle by circle, like the red ripple of waves, is spreading around.

Red lines have been extended to the side of the water, looking at the water, the surface of a red light.

On the other side, the red line has also quickly crossed the ridge and spread to the vast plains where the ancient peoples lived. When they saw the red line, they rushed towards the red line. When they were surrounded by the red line, they cheered for a moment.

"What did you do?" At this time, Liu Lang suddenly appeared beside Bu Zhenhuan, looking at the red lines spreading outward on the ground, and asked in horror.

"When I saw the Ganoderma lucidum here, it seemed that it was in the shape of a holy grain, so I walked on it according to the direction of the lines, and the result was like this."

Bu Zhenhuan looks innocent.

In the world of blood, the quality of blood determines the strength of his strength. Although Bu Zhenhuan has the strength of a great immortal within the three realms, as a human, his blood is very low. Therefore, when he comes to the world of blood, his strength is very weak. Compared with the original Liu Lang, there is still something worse. After all, the original Liu Lang was integrated with the blood essence of the ancestors.

For bu Zhenhuan, the Ganoderma lucidum on the ground is as hard as iron, not to mention walking around on it. Even if he stomped his feet hard, the Ganoderma lucidum would not be damaged.

"Is the pattern made up of Ganoderma lucidum in Chixiao a holy pattern?" Hearing Bu Zhenhuan's explanation, Liu Lang was surprised.

"There should be more than one holy stripe, but I don't know what kind of holy stripe is." Although each world has its own rules, no matter which world is built up under the same law, and the holy stripe is the concrete manifestation of the law. Therefore, there is no difference between the holy stripe of the blood world and the holy stripe of the three realms.

As a former master of the highest skill of Tianjie, bu Zhenhuan can still tell whether it is a holy mark or not.

"What's the matter with these red lines?" At Liu Lang's level, he only knew the word Shengwen. After staring at those Ganoderma lucidum for a long time, he didn't see any rules. Therefore, he retreated to the next place and asked other questions.

"In these red lines, it should be the power of fire elements." Bu Zhenhuan explained.

"The power of fire elements?"

Liu Lang suddenly realized something. He took a look at the center of the circle of red lines. Then he went over, squatted down and picked up the nearby Ganoderma lucidum.

A blue flame hidden in the red sky Ganoderma lucidum soon appeared in front of Liu Lang and bu Zhenhuan.

"Fire is the origin?" Bu Zhenhuan was surprised.

After fighting for hundreds of thousands of years, he was so familiar with Christmas that he recognized it at once.

"Yes, it's you and me!" At the next moment, a red shadow appeared above the blue flame, and said with her mouth curled. Its image is as like as two peas in the fairyland.

"You're not dead yet?" Bu Zhenhuan was surprised.

Liu Lang was also confused. At the beginning, he personally watched wutiansheng stele, which was the origin of fire, from a fireman to a flame, and then the flame was destroyed.

I didn't think that in the end, the original wisdom of fire was still not erased.

"You're not dead. How could I be dead?" The shadow of the fire man in the air said with a sneer.

As a matter of fact, huoren has the heart to kill Bu Zhenhuan now. He would like to rush over and fight Bu Zhenhuan for another 300 rounds. Unfortunately, the holy pattern formed by Chixiao Ganoderma lucidum has trapped him firmly and can't move.

At the beginning, after being muddled in by the Wutian Shengbei, the origin of the fire system was rooted in this pile of Chixiao Ganoderma lucidum. The origin of the fire system could clearly feel that the holy stripe wanted to transmit his power outward.

However, as a source of thinking power, fire is obviously unable to let his own power run away in vain. Therefore, he has been trying to control it.

Unexpectedly, just a moment ago, bu Zhenhuan touched the holy tattoo, which made the power of the holy stripe furious. If the fire system tried to control it again, it would be out of control. The red lines in the circle were just his power spreading around and gradually integrating with the world.

Although Liu Lang can't guess the tortuous process, Liu Lang is probably clear about what happened now.

He was still wondering why Wutian Shengbei recovered its original power, but changed its color and power without any difference.

It turns out that although the origin of the fire system has been recovered, it has not been integrated with the stele without heaven. It must be the intelligence formed by the origin of the fire system.

Bu Zhenhuan was right and helped him.

Liu Lang can't help but feel lucky. At the beginning, he didn't kill Bu Zhenhuan, but left him in the world of blood. It seems that it's useful to be a master of Tianjie's top skill.

"Lord bu." In a flash, Liu Lang changed the name of Bu Zhenhuan. He explained with a smile: "this sacred instrument, named Wutian Shengbei, was broken in a big war. Although it was finally restored, it lost the power of the five elements. The fire source in front of you should be the one lost before. After the loss, the source of fire system gave birth to wisdom and did not want to be sacred again Integration, what you did just now, just accelerated the process of integration. "With Liu Lang's explanation, bu Zhenhuan was suddenly enlightened.

However, soon, he realized that the two words were broken, and he could not help but wonder, "how powerful is the power of the one who breaks the sacred instrument?"

"Since then, they are still in the center of the World War II, where they were killed by the three saints in the World War II, but now they are in the center of the world In any case, bu Zhenhuan is now locked in the world of blood, and Liu Lang will not keep some things secret.

"This is the origin of the three realms." Even if Bu Zhenhuan had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, he was shocked to hear that.

At that time, he thought that refining the sacred utensils and becoming the master of the holy order was the focus of his life. Now, it seems that maybe it is just the beginning. The outside world is far stronger than he imagined.

"I belong here?" I heard a flash of confusion on Liu's face.

"Of course, otherwise, a few days ago, why did Wutian Shengbei chase you?" Liu Lang said with a smile: "as the saying goes, beating is cursing, it's love, and it's painful to kick your feet. Wu Tian Sheng stele is too rare for you, so it's pounding you!"

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