Chapter 960

Bloodline World, the central mountain range, the foot of the mountain near the water surface.

Bu Zhenhuan was staring at his feet in a daze. Under his feet, there was a piece of blood-red Ganoderma lucidum, and with the Ganoderma lucidum as the center, circle after circle, like wavy red lines, were spreading to the surroundings.

The red lines have extended to the surface of the water next to it, and looking around, there are streaks of red light on the surface of the water.

On the other side, the red pattern has also quickly crossed the mountain ridge and spread to the huge plain where the ancient tribes lived. After seeing the red pattern, the ancient tribes who had not yet developed their spiritual wisdom rushed towards the red pattern. After being surrounded by red lines, they cheered for a while.

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

"I saw the Chixiao Ganoderma here, which seemed to be in the shape of a holy pattern, so I followed the direction of the pattern and walked on the Chixiao Ganoderma, and the result was like this."

Bu Zhenhuan said with an innocent face.

In the world of bloodlines, the quality of bloodlines determines the strength of strength. Although Bu Zhenhuan is in the Three Realms, although he has the strength of a great immortal, as a human race, his bloodlines are very low. Therefore, in the world of bloodlines, his strength is very low. The land is weak, not as good as the original Liu Lang, after all, the original Liu Lang was fused with the essence and blood of the ancestor dragon.

For Bu Zhenhuan, the Chixiao Ganoderma on the ground was as hard as iron, not to mention walking around on the Chixiao Ganoderma, even if he stomped his feet vigorously, the Chixiao Ganoderma would not be damaged in any way.

"The pattern formed by the scarlet ganoderma is the holy pattern?" Liu Lang was surprised when he heard Bu Zhenhuan's explanation.

"It should be the holy pattern, and there are more than one, but I don't know which kind of holy pattern is under the specific law." Although every world has its own rules, no matter which world, it is under the same law. The holy pattern is established, and the holy pattern is the specific manifestation of the law, so there is no difference between the holy pattern of the blood world and the holy pattern of the three realms.

As a former Heavenly Peak Alchemist, Bu Zhenhuan could tell whether it was a holy pattern or not.

"Then what's the matter with these red lines?" At Liu Lang's level, he only knew the word "sacred pattern". Second, ask other questions.

"These red lines should be the power of the fire element." Bu Zhenhuan explained.

"The power of the fire element?"

Liu Lang suddenly realized something,

Visually inspected the center of the circle of red lines, then walked over, squatted down, and pushed aside the nearby Chixiao Ganoderma lucidum.

A faint blue flame hidden under the Scarlet Sky Ganoderma lucidum soon appeared in front of Liu Lang and Bu Zhenhuan.

"The origin of the fire element?" Bu Zhenhuan asked in surprise.

He has been fighting with the origin of the fire element of Santa's spiritual wisdom for hundreds of thousands of years, and he is so familiar with it that he recognized it at a glance.

"That's right, it's me!" The next moment, a red phantom suddenly appeared above the blue flame, and said with pursed lips. Its image is exactly the same as the Burning Man in Youyun Wonderland.

"You're not dead yet?" Bu Zhenhuan asked in surprise.

Liu Lang was also in a daze. Back then, he personally watched the Wutian Sacred Monument smash the source of the fire system from a fire man to a flame, and then smashed the flame away.

Unexpectedly, in the end, the spiritual wisdom of the fire element is still not erased.

"You're not dead, how could I die!" The Phantom of Fire Man in mid-air said with a sneer.

In fact, Huo Ren now has the desire to kill Bu Zhenhuan, and he can't wait to rush over and fight Bu Zhenhuan for another 300 rounds. Unfortunately, the holy pattern formed by the Chixiao Ganoderma lucidum has firmly trapped him, making him unable to move.

At the beginning, after the Wutian Sacred Monument was smashed in, the source of the fire element took root in this pile of Chixiao Ganoderma lucidum, and the source of the fire element could clearly feel that the holy pattern wanted to transmit his power outward.

However, as a thoughtful source of power, the source of the fire department obviously cannot let his power be lost in vain, so he has been trying his best to control it.

Unexpectedly, just now, Bu Zhenhuan actually touched the holy pattern, causing the power of the holy pattern to go berserk at once. No matter how much he tried to control the source of the fire element, he couldn't control it at all. The circles of red lines were exactly where his power was directed. Spreading around, slowly merging with this world.

Although Liu Lang couldn't guess the tortuous process, but what happened now, Liu Lang probably knew clearly.

He was still wondering why Wutian Sacred Monument withdrew a piece of original power, but changed its color, and the power was no different from before.

It turned out that although the origin of the fire element had been withdrawn, it had never merged with the Wutian Sacred Monument. It must be the spiritual wisdom formed by the origin of the fire element that hindered it.

Bu Zhenhuan hit him right and wrong, which happened to help him.

Liu Lang couldn't help secretly rejoicing that he didn't kill Bu Zhenhuan back then, but left Bu Zhenhuan in the bloodline world. It seemed that he was a peak sky-level alchemist, and it seemed to be of some use.

"Master Bu." In an instant, Liu Lang changed the name of Bu Zhenhuan, and he explained with a smile: "This sacred artifact, named Wutian Sacred Tablet, was smashed in a big battle that year, although it was finally It was repaired, but it lost the power of the five elements. The source of the fire element in front of you should be the one that was lost by the sacred artifact before, but after it was lost, the source of the fire element gave birth to wisdom, and you don’t want to be fused by the sacred artifact. This approach just speeds up the integration process.”

With Liu Lang's explanation, Bu Zhenhuan suddenly became enlightened.

But soon, he realized the word crushing, and couldn't help being surprised: "The sacred artifact will be crushed. How strong will the person who crushed the sacred artifact be?"

"That person is now lying in the center of the blood world. Back then, although he smashed the Wutian Sacred Tablet, he was finally beheaded by the owner of the Wutian Sacred Tablet. The three realms we are in are originally one, but they were killed by the two of them." Since then, there have been three realms." Anyway, Bu Zhenhuan is locked in the blood world and cannot get out, and Liu Lang will not keep some things secret.

"The reason for the formation of the Three Realms is actually like this." Even Bu Zhenhuan, who has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, was extremely shocked when he heard this secret.

At that time, he thought that refining the holy artifacts and becoming a holy art alchemist was the focus of his life. Now, it seems that that may be just the beginning. The outside world is far more powerful than he imagined.

"I originally belonged here?" Yuanyuan of the fire department at the side heard Liu Lang's explanation, and a trace of confusion flashed across his face.

"Of course, otherwise, a few days ago, why would the Wutian Sacred Monument chase you and smash it?" Liu Lang laughed and said, "As the saying goes, beating is kissing and scolding is love, and it hurts and loves kicking , The Wutian Sacred Monument hits you because it is too rare for you!"