You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 279 Holy Object

The voice echoed in his heart, and the bloody man was stunned. He felt that this voice was extremely familiar.

It was the original voice of the holy object. The blood man had also heard it when he was a child. He thought that the consciousness of the holy object had dissipated over tens of thousands of years.

I didn't expect that as soon as we met, I would hear such an order. He would chop off people's arms at any time. What kind of thing is this?

Before the bloody man could refuse, a huge force pulled him onto the altar. The dozens of protective restrictions in the middle seemed like decorations, without any fluctuations. The bloody man also experienced the feeling of being a VIP.

He just wants to be a bad guy. This pot is really dark. He just hopes that Changqing will not hold a grudge against him.

Thinking of this, the blood man didn't care anymore. The order of the holy object was above everything else.

Before the bloody man came to the altar with his severed arm, Chang Qing had been wary of the bloody man, not knowing why the bloody man stopped fighting. At this moment, his eyes followed the bloody man and he also noticed the holy object on the altar that the bloody man mentioned.

It was a piece of light green wood, as jade-like in color, with strange lines spreading out. Looking closely, it looked like patterns like an ink painting, appearing between the colors of the branches.

There’s even a hint of golden mottled texture between the veins, and the falling stars from the sky add a unique glow to the wood.

A faint warm aura permeates, giving a sacred and warm feeling, revealing the extraordinary breath of this piece of wood.

This is the sacred object of the blood people.

A hint of thought flashed across Changqing's eyes. Some of the characteristics and texture of this piece of wood seemed familiar.

The bloody man came to the holy object and placed Changqing's broken arm on top of the holy object. The holy object suddenly emitted a flickering cyan-gold light, as if trying to identify the breath of Changqing's arm.

In just a moment, the cyan-gold light on the holy object became brighter and more dazzling, as if it had turned into a sun, making people dare not look directly at it.

After a few breaths, the light faded.

When Changqing looked, the holy object presented a completely different scene.

The green mist above the altar became more and more active, constantly surging upward from the ground and gently surrounding the altar, dancing slowly like a living being. At this moment, the holy object seemed to have detached from the word "holy", carrying a bit of fairy air and being filled with a bit of divinity.

The giant bronze tree seemed to be awakened by the vision of the holy object, as if it had come alive. The huge bronze leaves swayed gently, as if welcoming something...

The arm floating above the holy object also seems less bloody, as if it has become a part of the holy object.

But this scene did not last long. The blood in the broken arm turned into thin threads and sank into the holy object. The blood threads attached to the texture of the wood and kept climbing, looking for a channel to seep inward.

The severed arm quickly turned gray due to the loss of blood and vitality, and in a moment it turned into ashes and scattered.

A crisp sound of wood cracking was heard, and then an inexplicable aura spread out, which could infect people's inner emotions for no reason.

"For thousands of years, the journey to immortality has been long;

Billions of years, the Tao is scattered and long-lived in the void..."

A cold voice full of regret sounded from the altar. The voice was not loud, but it kept echoing in the space. The mood of everyone present became heavy, and a sense of loneliness emerged in their hearts, more of a sense of loss, and a hint of unwillingness.

"The long road to immortality, is there nothing to be gained by spreading the Tao and achieving immortality?"

The bloody man looked at the treasure wrapped in the holy object as if he had lost his soul, shaking his head constantly, looking at the altar unwilling to believe

"No, no! No!! What you said is a lie, I don't believe it!! How could there be no immortals in this world?" The bloody man yelled at the altar for no reason.

"You are the sacred object that leads my clan, how come even you..." The bloody man suddenly stood up crazily and came to the altar in a flash.

The bloody man looked at the object surrounded by wood and misty gas, his madness suddenly subsided, his eyes lit up instantly, he looked at his empty left arm, and licked the corner of his mouth.

"Is this hope? Hahaha, the path to immortality is not over yet!! I can use this to complete my unfinished business."

Greed flashed in the bloody man's eyes, and he was about to take it. However, he didn't expect that the wood that opened like a wooden box suddenly grew many barbs, which pierced the bloody man's right hand in an instant.

Feeling the pain, the bloody man immediately regained some clarity of mind, but there was still unwillingness in his eyes. He reached out his hand again, but this time, a hint of golden light flowed on the surface of the jade wood.

The bloody man only felt that a murderous intent was brewing. Even though he was unwilling, he had to retreat quickly. When he was far away and the murderous intent weakened, he let out a long sigh, feeling terrified.

The bloody man's mouth felt as if he had eaten a large mouthful of Coptis chinensis, and it was extremely bitter.

The bloody man squinted at the altar, knowing that the thing did not belong to him after all, so he looked at Changqing in the distance.

I also understood the intention of that voice, and it took me a long time to let go of the anger in my chest and the greed in my heart.

The moment his palm was pierced, he knew that within the wood was a power powerful enough to kill him thousands of times in an instant; it was a power that transcended spiritual practice.

That was just a warning. If the Blood Man becomes greedy again, the Wood will not be polite anymore.

"Boy, come here, your chance has come!"

Although the blood man didn't want to admit it, the reality was before him and he knew that this thing had nothing to do with him, so he set his sights on the boy in front of him.

Chang Qing shook his head. The scene on the altar just now was blocked by the fog, so his spiritual sense could not see clearly. He didn't know what happened. He thought that the blood man wanted him to test first and be a cannon fodder. A hint of sarcasm rose at the corner of his mouth and said:

"Senior, do you think this kid is scared silly? Or is his brain not working well?"

The bloody man took a deep breath. Sure enough, this kid would not let down his guard easily. It seemed that he was being hated. The bloody man was at a loss for a moment and didn't know what to do.

Changqing's entire attention was focused on his surroundings at this moment. The blood man's movements were too strange, so it was not difficult for him to appear beside him in an instant.

What's more, he was always operating the formation in the storage ring and had no time to think about the credibility of the bloody man's words.

The bloody man was afraid that Changqing's misunderstanding would be further deepened, while Changqing was afraid of a surprise attack from the bloody man. For a moment, the two of them were in a stalemate and no one took the next step.

Time passed by minute by minute, and was finally broken by a voice.

"Stop dawdling! I'm still waiting to go back to sleep!" An impatient voice sounded, coming from Changqing's back, from that inner demon.

The next moment, Chang Qing felt his body moving uncontrollably.

o_o….

"Hey! What are you doing? We are fighting! Why are you making trouble?" Chang Qing hurriedly said to his inner demon.

"..."

The bloody man felt strange when he saw Changqing walking towards him stiffly, but when he saw the white shadow behind Changqing disappear, he understood what was going on. This was a good thing as it broke the deadlock.

The bloody man looked at Changqing who was approaching, as if he had discovered something. Cold sweat dripped down his face, and fear filled his face.

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"Oh my god! This kid is so cruel that he actually wants to use a self-destructing formation made up of spiritual treasures to kill me?"

The blood man only felt a chill on his back. If he was really hit, in his current state, he would be seriously injured if not killed.

"madman!!"

The bloody man didn't know that Changqing had the pendant, and thought that Changqing was really going to fight him to the death.

Changqing lost control of his body, and naturally gradually lost the ability to maintain the formation in the ring. The spiritual treasure self-destruct formation was directly disbanded.