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Chapter 268 The Wraith's Appeal

Long Fei remained motionless like an old monk with his knees crossed, maintaining an unwavering state of mind, constantly refining the power of the blood that poured into his body during the boring time.

As time went on, it seemed that the power of the bloodlines could transform him to the limit, and Long Fei's jet-black hair grew like weeds.

Perhaps because the body has absorbed too much blood power, his skin, bones and even hair have turned blood red. From a distance, he looks like a second blood spirit, exuding a strange aura .

In the thousand-foot blood pool, time flies like a white horse, and more than a month has passed in a flash, but the color in the blood pool has gradually faded a lot, and the originally frozen blood pool has completely melted, just like when it first came.

"Finally, I can feel his aura. It seems that Ah Fu is fine!" Guo Ziyu murmured.

"I said that this kid is blessed with a great life, and he must be lucky if he survives a catastrophe. By the way, the blood mist that fills the blood pool, if you absorb and refine it, it must be good for your body and cultivation. There are great benefits."

Silver Ape seemed to get closer to her and Long Fei after going through an incident, and started to teach her everywhere like an elder. At this time, his cultivation base has fully recovered, and he is cross-legged refining these floating on the pool of blood Fang's blood mist.

Another two months passed, and the color in the blood pool became lighter. Seeing this situation, Guo Ziyu seemed to have hope in his heart.
At this time, Long Fei seemed to be summoned by countless voices in his heart, human voices, animal roars, and insects. They guided his spirit and entered a strange world in a trance. This world was shrouded in mist, like Looking at flowers in the fog, nothing can be seen clearly.

There was a very sweet smell in the mist, which made him smell a familiar smell in his lungs.Every step he took was like stepping on a raised hard object, always making a "creaking" sound.

Long Fei stopped, brushed away the mist from his eyes with his hands, bent down and looked at the ground, there was still a pile of fine bone powder, and he stretched out his hand to pick up a handful of fine sand-like powder, and found several pieces Hard broken pieces of bone.

He sighed inwardly, and put the powder in his hand back on the ground. At this moment, something strange happened suddenly!

Countless ghost-like sounds suddenly rang out in my ears, and the sea of ​​bones on the ground suddenly changed into countless wandering souls. There were girls with long hair and shoulders with red eyes and green pupils, unknown beasts with a body like a mountain, and young children waiting to be fed. , There is a white-haired old man standing with crutches.
The number of these ghosts is more than millions, tens of millions, billions of existences, and the whole world is full of their ghost shadows.

They were all looking at Long Fei with hopeful eyes, screaming and roaring unwillingly, as if they were constantly pouring out something to him.

At this time, Long Fei suddenly realized that the sweet smell in the air was the power of the blood flowing above the blood pool, and the white bones under his feet were the creatures of all races who were sacrificed by the blood.

After they were refined into the materials of the Blood Soul Pill by the Ball Soul Palace, they happened to be absorbed by Long Fei's full pool of blood power, allowing his soul to have a bridge of communication with the countless innocent souls in the blood power.

"You have to tell me the truth, so that I can find a way to help you! Otherwise, I don't know what to do." Looking at these hundreds of millions of ghosts, Long Fei said helplessly.

After Long Fei finished speaking, the ghosts in these worlds seemed to understand Long Fei's words, they all stopped for a while, and then made way for a passage, signaling him to go forward.

Long Fei walked forward step by step with heavy steps, and after a distance of about tens of meters, a huge scene suddenly appeared in the sky in front of him, and there were scenes like mirages on it.

A team of players in black uniforms raised their hands high, ran and roared all over the field, celebrating the victory of the game, and the shouts of the full-seat audience were overwhelming
At this time, their opponents were prostrate on the ground, their chests were covered with blood, and they looked at each other's victorious expression with despairing eyes.

Then the style of painting changed, and a team of neat and sturdy black-armored men were ordered to seize and take over everything belonging to the losing power, including their wealth, region, and population, according to the content of the bet.

Immediately following a dark and windy night, hundreds of thousands to millions of people of all races in the area under the jurisdiction of the losing force, no matter whether they were beasts or human races, were all put on heavy shackles and lined up in an endless queue , to a deep hole or a huge building.

From time to time, there were children and women's low-pitched cries, and some strong men's angry roars.

Then countless pictures appeared in front of Long Fei's eyes. In the depths of each hole, there were blood pools with sizes of thousands, thousands, and hundreds of thousands of feet hidden. The blood pools made the sound like bubbling blood bubbles in a swamp.

After the people or beasts who came in were released from the shackles, they were ruthlessly thrown into the blood pool with various inscriptions painted on it. Many priests in loose black robes surrounded the blood pool, and they were ruthlessly chanting Chanting the mantra of blood sacrifice.

In their eyes, these creatures are as insignificant as ants, and they can't see the slightest pity and sadness in the only pair of eyes exposed in their black robes.

These pools of blood scattered in every corner of the world, after ninety-nine and eighty-one years of precipitation and accumulation, will give birth to a strange blood spirit, and they keep worshiping in a mysterious direction.

These blood spirits are all derived from the negative energy of the power of blood. They have high or low minds and cultivation bases. In their hearts, they long for the Lord of the Ball Soul Palace to give them real bodies and complete souls. .

Then streaks of white light descended from the sky, covering the bodies of these blood spirits, imprinting a deep soul imprint.

Finally, a devil-like voice sounded in the sky, saying in front of these blood spirits: "Guard your blood pool, help me condense the power of blood in the blood pool into a blood soul pill, and your soul will get Sublimation, I will give you the most noble life and body."

These blood spirits bowed down in gratitude, and then, like slaves, they kept salvaging the bones and purifying the environment in the blood pool.

He did not hesitate to expend his own pure blood energy to refine the entire blood pool day and night. After spending a full hundred years or so, the blood power gathered by countless creatures in the entire blood pool finally became a pure four Shoot the fist-sized Blood Soul Pill.

(End of this chapter)