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"Maybe Xiao Yiyi has fate, but this is also Qin Hao's fate. He can escape crisis, but he cannot avoid fate. He is so proficient in the art of eight characters. If he doesn't even know this, then he is not proficient.
"No, the more dangerous it is, the more I will go. If I retreat and wait for the crisis to pass, my strength will never be able to advance before I leave this place, and even if I go out, my strength may be suppressed. Could it be that Do you want me to live in this world with a useless body? Why not work hard and find opportunities in danger?" Qin Hao said firmly.
Xiaomeng was speechless, and then Qin Hao began to look for the best place and waited for the best opportunity. During this period, he finally figured out those terrible thoughts. They were actually cultivated with the blood of the seven leaders of the Seven Eastern Dragon Sect. , the rest are the saints of Middle-earth, and some blood is the unparalleled king of the dynasty.
None of these are something Qin Hao can deal with. Although they are just a drop of blood, they are just like the Asura King in the Netherworld Blood Sea. If the blood spring is not extinguished, they will not be extinguished. Similarly, if they want to be born, it will be very difficult.
"The Blood Tide is about to pass. If we still can't find a chance to go out, I'm afraid we have to wait for the next ten thousand years. I'm already tired of this boring practice!" It's already the seventh day of the Blood Tide. Today After that, the heart of Shenghuangpan will stop beating, and no one of them can go out by then.
The one closest to the heart is the blood will of the seven great emperors of Donglong. Their respective cultivation levels are unfathomable and Qin Hao cannot see through them at all. If they go out, I am afraid that the status of the great sect will be consolidated by several levels.
"We have been here for several eras. Every time the blood spring erupts, we have planned it, but we can't do it every time. It's a pity that we can't intercept the blood of Emperor Fantian, otherwise we can go out. If our main body is still there, we can't. No need to be like this!" one of the thoughts said.
"Once upon a time, we all wanted to enter this place, but for tens of thousands of years, we have wanted to get out, but the heart of the Holy Emperor's Pan has suppressed us. Without this suppressive power, we can still get out with our current strength. Now is the best opportunity. If we go out, I am afraid that the next time it erupts, the suppressive power will not be so weak." Another thought said.
"Yes, such an opportunity has never happened before. Could it be that there is something wrong with the heart of the Holy Emperor Pan this time?" One of the thoughts asked strangely.
"It is very possible that there is countless emperor's blood hidden in the heart of the Holy Emperor Pan. Maybe it is the pressure of time that makes the heart of the Holy Emperor Pan begin to weaken!" one of the thoughts said.
"How about we unite the thoughts of the younger generations and cast spells to get out of trouble?" Suddenly, one of the thoughts suggested.
"No, those saints' ideas are inconsistent with our orthodoxy. If we take the initiative to invite them, wouldn't their tails be raised to the sky?" One of the ideas was firmly opposed, appearing extremely cold and stern.
"Yes, especially the Holy Saint Yi, who is a junior, is so arrogant, and commands those royal lords, and wants to destroy us. If we were still in the physical body, how could we be afraid of him, and think that my Taoist sect is easy to bully! "One of the thoughts said again. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com