Prehistoric Gourd Supreme

Chapter 59 The Blood of the Holy Spirit
"Actually, the most precious things of the Dragon Clan are not these, but..."

Seeing Zhang Yang turning his gaze to himself, Long Tian's heart skipped a beat. He thought that Zhang Yang was dishonest and wanted to kill people to silence him, so he said hastily.

"Old Dragon King, what treasure, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Zhang Yang stepped forward, put his arms around Long Tian's shoulders, and said cheerfully, the intimacy was like an old friend he hadn't seen for more than ten years.

"It's dangerous. Fortunately, I'm quick-witted. It looks like this guy is really planning to kill people to silence him!"

Seeing Zhang Yang suddenly show all the previous enthusiasm, Long Tian was flattered, and at the same time he was more sure that Zhang Yang really had murderous intentions, secretly lucky in his heart, he said it in time.

"Holy blood!"

Long Tian was a little unaccustomed to Zhang Yang's hooking his shoulders and back, shook his arms, shook off Zhang Yang's arm, stepped back two steps, and said calmly.

His face was indifferent, but a sneer flashed across Long Tian's heart. Taoist Gourd is not afraid of you being greedy, but afraid of you not being greedy. The more greedy you are, the faster you will die. When the time comes, you will bring me back all the things of the Dragon Clan, and Your Penglai Xiandao......

"Holy blood? What holy blood?"

Zhang Yang looked at Long Tian suspiciously and asked, he had never heard of the holy blood, what was the matter with the holy blood at all.
"Holy blood, simply put, is the blood of a saint."

"The blood of a saint? Are there saints in the prehistoric world?" Zhang Yang was a little confused. After the Lich War, a saint was born. There is no Lich War now, so where does the blood of a saint come from?

Suddenly, a light flashed in Zhang Yang's mind, and he blurted out: "Could it be Hongjun...not the blood of the Taoist ancestor?" Suddenly thinking that a saint cannot be nominated, and the nomination can be sensed, Zhang Yang quickly changed his words.

"You actually know the name of Dao Patriarch? How did you know? Who are you?"

This time it was Long Tian's turn to be surprised, he looked Zhang Yang up and down, stared at Zhang Yang closely and said.

The name of Daozu was taboo, and few people knew it in the ancient times, that is, the Dragon Clan was the overlord at that time, so I knew this. When Zhang Yang first saw him, he was only a little golden fairy, and he looked nothing like that. Coming from a wealthy family, how could a kid know these secrets, this made Long Tian question Zhang Yang's identity for the first time.

Long Tian didn't know that Zhang Yang was a descendant. Although he didn't know the details about this period of history, he also knew some outlines, such as the six great saints, the Lich War and so on.

"Don't worry about how I know? You just tell me if this holy blood is the blood of the Taoist ancestor?"

Zhang Yang waved his hand and interrupted his inquiry, but directly the owner of the holy blood.

"It's not the blood of the Taoist ancestor, but the blood of the Holy God."

Long Tian shook his head, with a look of awe, reverence, and fanaticism on his face, and he said, he must be a fan of brains like that.

Before Zhang Yang asked the Holy God, Long Tian said excitedly: "Holy God is equivalent to a saint. The blood of the Holy God has gathered the blood of the four great beasts of dragon, phoenix, basalt, and white tiger, but it surpasses it. The blood of the gods, that is, Da Luoxian can't get close without top-level innate spiritual treasures, and the blood of the holy gods contains the inheritance of the holy gods."

"Why do you say all this?"

Although Zhang Yang was eager for the saint's inheritance, he did not lose his mind, but looked at Long Tian with a half-smile and said.

There is no free lunch in the world. If you want to get one thing, you must pay for another thing. This is an eternal law, and this truth is well understood.

"I don't want the other three families to get the holy blood, but at the same time you want to get the holy blood, please give us a copy of the inheritance of the holy blood." Long Tian seemed to have expected Zhang Yang to ask this question, so he said unhurriedly.

"Okay!" Zhang Yang thought for a moment, and found that there was no problem, so he agreed.

"It's a deal, today is the day when the Four Elephants Conference starts, you quickly take me to stop Feng, Xuanwu, and Baihu, and the holy blood is about to be born." Long Tian said quickly to Zhang Yang with no expression on his face.

Long Tian was ecstatic in his heart, this calabash Taoist was really greedy, before he persuaded him, he agreed, as long as the calabash Taoist came to the Four Elephant Conference, he would never come back.

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Longdi led the crowd to the square. In the center of the square there was a three-story high platform. On the platform stood four lifelike, Daoyuntiancheng stone sculptures, namely dragon, phoenix, basalt, and white tiger. There are deep traces of time left on each stone carving. At the same time, there is a chain with a thick bowl mouth on each stone carving. The chain is made of a variety of innate metals, almost at the level of a middle-grade innate spirit treasure, leading to the center of the altar. ….
In the center of the four stone carvings, there is an altar with a three-legged and two-eared round tripod. The chains on the four stone carvings are tied to the tripod in four directions. The tripod is full of flowers and birds. Insects and fishes, mountains and rivers, and many mythical and strange beasts worshiped one place, making the whole tripod look strange and mysterious.

"Hey, the Sixiang Wanhua cauldron is here!" Lang Jianfeng in the crowd was surprised when he saw the big round cauldron on the altar, and then his eyes showed a fiery look.

"This is placed here by the Holy Spirit." Xuan Kong saw Lang Jianfeng's gaze and knew what he wanted to pay attention to, so he said lightly, implying a warning, it is something from the Holy God, you must not Hit it with attention.

"Master Holy Spirit?"

Hearing this name, Lang Jianfeng's eyes constricted, and he felt a little scared. An eternal figure appeared in his mind. Thinking of the legend of that person, Lang Jianfeng shuddered suddenly, seeing that the Sixiang Wanhua Ding was not there. It's hot, but like ordinary people seeing ghosts.

"It's time to start!" Long Di looked at Feng Wu, Xuan Kong, and Hu Xiaotian, and when he saw that all three nodded to him, he shouted loudly.

The voice just fell.

Xuan Kong, Feng Wu, Hu Xiaotian, and Long Di leaped to the side of the big tripod on the central altar, and took out bottles or jars, which were filled with blood prepared by various races. Dragon blood, Feng Wu is phoenix blood, Xuankong is Xuanwu blood, Hu Xiaotian is white tiger blood, and then poured their respective blood into the big mouth of the cauldron
Bang!
As the blood poured into the cauldron, there was no fuel in the cauldron, but the cauldron ignited automatically.

After pouring their own blood, the four of Longdi flew down to the altar again, found stone carvings with the same attributes as their own, stood upright, with serious faces, and then the four of them simultaneously formed Dao Dao seals with both hands, which were printed on the stone sculptures in front of them. On the stone carving, rolling mana is poured into it...
In an instant, the four stone carvings shook suddenly, and their bodies emitted a faint light. The Phoenix stone carving emitted a crimson light, the dragon stone carving emitted a blue light, the white tiger emitted a golden light, and the Xuanwu emitted a blue light. With the passage of time, the light on the four stone sculptures became more and more intense...

"Just right, it's not too late!"

At this time, two figures flew from afar, landed in an inconspicuous corner of the square, looked up and saw that the people who came to the square were none other than Zhang Yang and Long Tian who sent Longku here.

"What are they doing?" Looking at the four people moving the four stone sculptures on the high platform of the square, Zhang Yang didn't know why, so he turned his head and asked Long Tiandao.

"Of course it's to mobilize the Four Elephant Formation to summon the Holy Spirit!" Long Tian said without turning his head, his whole body trembling with excitement, and he stared at the altar in the square.

"Summoning the Holy Spirit? Are there really saints?" Zhang Yang was full of doubts, but his heart was not calm, and he felt a little bad.

At this time, the four stone sculptures of Phoenix, Dragon, Xuanwu, and White Tiger suddenly opened their eyes, and four rays of light, red, blue, blue, and gold shot out from their eyes respectively, as if they were alive.

The sound of the phoenix sings and the sound of heaven washes away the dust in the heart, and the roar of the nine-day dragon roars the hurricane cloud.

Xuanwu Beiming is like a Kunpeng, and the white tiger roars and has no water chest.

The awakening of the phoenix, dragon, basalt, and white tiger, all of a sudden, the sky over the square changed color, lightning flashed and thunder rolled, and billowing dark clouds swept in.

Everyone in the square looked up at the sky, their faces were solemn, and a depressive atmosphere rose from the bottom of everyone's heart...
(End of this chapter)