Heavenly Curse

The last word of the saint, like the same thunder, directly split into Muyi's knowledge of the sea, making him instinctively horrified. He looked at the saint with disbelief, and seemed to want to confirm from his expression.

But in the end, Mu Yi understands that everything that the saint said is true, that is, the black hand behind the end of the dagger of the sun is actually fairy blood, a drop of fairy blood.

In the past, Mu Yi thought about many possibilities, even thinking that everything was a cycle of heaven and earth, and the changes that were made naturally. However, he did not expect that behind this, there was such a terrible secret, even a conspiracy. I do n’t know why. He There was a sudden anger in his heart.

"You guessed it very well, although there is no evidence to prove it, it is indeed the case, except that the method of immortal blood has exceeded my imagination. The emperor could not find a trace, but the strong human race back then gave it back. It must have been severely damaged, so there will be later stability, but now that the blood of the immortal has recovered, so the horror of the great catastrophe will exceed your imagination. It is not just a problem in the practice world, but a crisis for the entire human race. "

The expression of the saint also became dignified. "My people were not without saints before, just because the immortal blood has become a mystery, and it has also led many people to believe that in this world, there are other big worlds besides the yin and yang worlds. It ’s just a long way from us, but there are still a group of people who choose to look for the so-called big world, that is, my human saint, also embarked on this road, in order to give the human race a chance to survive and find restraint. Blood approach.

It is a pity that after the saints of the human race left, there was no news, maybe they had already been lost in the chaotic darkness, maybe they could not find their way home.

The only thing that is certain is that once the immortal blood is brought to the fore, not only will Yangyang encounter the catastrophic disaster, it will be the underworld, and I am afraid it will be difficult to escape. "

"Is this the truth?" Mu Yi said dullly, and then seemed to think of something, and asked, "Can't even the Emperor Nether Emperor, the Empress Dowager resist it?"

At this time, in addition to these two, Mu Yi also appeared several figures in the heart, the first is to leave the golden figure of the Nine Turns Golden Figure Inheritance, he can be sure that that figure also reached the level of the emperor, but The other party did not know where they had gone, and whether they had fallen to the tomb of the immortal. After all, according to the word of the Lord, there was an emperor-level existence in the battle that year.

There is also the secret realm of Qingqiu in the demon clan, and the legendary emperor is also an emperor.

In addition, the ancestors of the Styx River are also a legendary great emperor, and even the evil Buddha he got in the sun is also a great emperor.

But thinking of the disappearing ancestors of the Styx, and the evil Buddha with only one statue left, Mu Yi raised a thrilling thought in his heart. Perhaps the culprit of all this is the immortal blood, and there is more of him. Don't know the secret.

"The two are integrated with the underworld to some extent. Only in the underworld can they remain the strongest. Once out of the underworld, they are only stronger than the ordinary great emperor, but the fairy blood is strange, and no one can guarantee that they can resist. All we can do is to continuously improve our strength to cope with the future calamity. "Said the Lord.

"A big disaster, is it a big disaster?" Mu Yi couldn't help sighing. Perhaps the future of the underworld couldn't escape this fate.

"Then there are chess pieces under the cloth of fairy blood in my people?" Mu Yi thought of those things that the ancestors of the Jiang family secretly investigated.

"Yes, not only my tribe, but also the demons and ghosts, but you can rest assured that these 'humans' are nothing but explosions. I also have enough confidence to suppress them, and there must be some differences among the tribe. After all, the human race has been stable for too long, even if there is an external threat, it can't hurt the root. "Said the Lord.

Hearing the words of the Lord, Mu Yi was also at ease. After all, it is the Lord. In this realm, there are few things in the world that can be concealed from them. However, the major events in his eyes were in the eyes of the Lord. Just trivial.

Sure enough, with different status and strength, the vision is different.

"Then what does my test mean? As for handing the human race to me, and asking the Lord to take it back, I'm afraid I can't take on this heavy responsibility." Mu Yi asked, and also explicitly rejected the position of the Lord, despite this seat. It's tempting, but he still has a little self-knowledge. When he was in the sun, he didn't even care about Suzakutang's things, and he almost left it to his subordinates.

What's more, it is a human temple. Compared to Suzaku, the human temple is more than a thousand times more troublesome. And for this right, he is not rare. Instead of wasting his energy there, it is better to practice well. After all, facing For the coming calamity, only strength is the most important.

"If my people don't want to be cannon fodder, we must have a saint. This is also a prerequisite. For this reason, no matter how much it costs, it is worth it." There was a flash of firmness in the eyes of the saint.

"No matter what the price is paid?" Mu Yi nodded consciously, indeed, although it seems that the human race can now resist the demons, but in fact, that is also the pampering of the senior demons and does not really want to destroy Dropping people is more similar to captive culture.

Once a real catastrophe erupts, the demons and ghosts will show their pouting faces, and they will definitely treat the human race as cannon fodder. Without saints and emperor-level strong men, the human race will not be able to resist, so it is no wonder that the saint will be so persistent, even at the expense It all comes at a cost.

If he were replaced with him, I believe he would do the same, because only in this way can the human race get breathing and get vitality.

"The Lord thinks I can be a saint?" Mu Yi asked, and finally understood what the so-called test was.

"If it was before, you didn't have any hope, but at most you just reached half-holy, it will be your end point, but if you walk out from there, it means that you have one thousandth of hope that you can become a saint." Respectful eyes looked Mu Yi.

"It's only one-tenth?" Yi Yi said a moment, although he had long known that it would be difficult and difficult to become a saint, but when he heard of the saint, he was still unbelievable. This was the result of his coming out from there. Otherwise, it seems impossible to be a saint in this life.

"Do you think that one-ten-thousandth is low? If I tell you, even if it is only one-thousandth, it will make countless semi-sacred and quasi-imperial envy crazy? At least compared with us, you have at least hope." There was a gloom of gloom everywhere.

"Well, I want to know where, what is it?" Mu Yi finally asked.

(Chapter 2 is here!)