Super Theological Academy to Conquer the World

After the middle-aged man said this, he and his grandfather looked out the door. ,

Chu Mo also almost arrived.

"Chu Mo, come to me." Grandpa smiled on his face and waved at Chu Mo. Chu Mo walked a few steps and stood behind Grandpa.

Looking at the same time, in front of this open dust barbarian.

"The body is full of qi and blood, and even I can't see how many blood lines he opened up." The middle-aged man frowned, and he couldn't see Chu Mo's cultivation behavior, and couldn't help wondering.

"Perhaps he really did what you said, say, Mo Sang, what is your request?"

"Your blood, I want three drops."

Grandpa Shen Sheng said.

The middle-aged man frowned immediately. As a barbarian, he possessed brutal blood, but he was a strong man in a dusty world, and his brutal blood was extremely precious. He is a clan in the tribe. Except for some extremely talented people, he rarely rewards a drop of wild blood.

"Mo Sang, your request is a bit inconsistent with what you said just now? You also know that there are three levels in this trial, and the top three in each level will send me blood, if this is really what you said , Can't you still get the top three? "

The middle-aged man asked rhetorically.

"No, that blood is not enough for him."

Grandpa shook his head, he never doubted Chu Mo's talent and strength.

What he considered was whether the blood he rewarded was sufficient for Chu Mo.

Facts have proved that Grandpa's consideration is correct.

Chu Mo has already opened more than 6,000 blood lines in his body, which is more than ten times thicker than the monks in the ninth layer of the blood clotting environment. For the rest of the barbarians, there is a lot of wild blood. In his case, one or two drops is just a lot of money.

"hiss."

The middle-aged man took a breath, but he opened the dust realm. His first drop of wild blood and ordinary blood clotting realm might not be absorbed. Mo Sang said, not enough?

"In return, the first brutal technique and the true brutal enlightenment, if you agree, I will give you afterwards!" A Gongmo sauna handed the stone cup to Chu Mo behind him, signaling Chu Mo to drink it.

After Chu Mo took it, he didn't hesitate and drank it, and suddenly there was a slight heat in his body, which was very comfortable.

"Okay, I promise you, I will give you blood when the competition is over."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment before speaking.

Grandpa got up and motioned for Chu Mo to follow him. When he was about to leave here, Jing Nan, who was knee-crossing, stared at Grandpa Mo Sang, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes, and suddenly he spoke.

"Mo Sang, I have a question. I have been buried in my heart for more than ten years and always want to ask you ... Now that you have come to my Fengzhen tribe, then I hope you can tell me the answer!"

Grandpa's footsteps didn't stop, he walked ahead, Chu Mo followed, and heard the voice of the man in purple robe behind him.

"You are obviously just the ninth level of the blood coagulation. Why did I feel on you no matter what then or now, I felt a faint, but definitely belongs to the atmosphere of Kaichen !!"

"You will know in the future." Grandpa didn't answer, but walked out of the pentagonal altar with Chu Mo after such a word.

Chu Mo smiled slightly, it seems that Grandpa was not easy before.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

"It's nothing. You are my Wushanbu, and it is understandable that you are betting on the future of Wushanbu with your talents."

Grandpa shook his head and said lightly.

"Oh, this is for you, for you, it should be easier to use than ordinary brute force."

With that, when Grandpa reached out and stroked, there was a black weed hat in his palm.

"This thing was obtained by Grandpa at a large tribe in the past. It can also be regarded as a barbarian weapon. It can be changed into your body and appearance by a little bit of blood, but don't look at it. It was something that Grandpa liked very much in his early years.

This thing has been with me for many years, and now it is no longer useful to Grandpa, and I will give it to you. Grandpa took the black hat and shot it at Chu Mo. Suddenly, Chu Mo felt a shock in his body. It seemed that a coolness had entered his body, and the hat disappeared instantly.

Barbarian?

Chu Mo touched his belly. It is said that the barbaric weapon can only be refined by the powerful one.

"Thank you, Grandpa, I think this thing will come in handy now and participate in the competition in my own capacity. It will be a little troublesome."

Chu Mo chuckled.

Grandpa nodded, and he thought so too, before giving this thing to Chu Mo.

The time flickered, and it was late at night six days later. The grand ceremony of the Fengzhen tribe will begin in the early morning ...

In these six days, Chu Mo was very cautious when he was meditating and running the blood in his body in a separate house arranged by the Wuzhen tribe in the Fengzhen tribe. He always seemed to have a pair of eyes staring at himself.

Although Chu Mo did not know who he was, he vaguely speculated that he should not be separated from the barbarians of the Fengxun tribe.

Walking in the dark place of this dimly lit mudstone city, Chu Mo's body slowly changed with his pace. After a while, his body was seven inches taller, and his body was more than half strong, even his head grew a lot. The appearance is even more simple and simple, and the whole person reveals a sturdy meaning. It seems that it is almost the same as the ordinary thin people.

"It seems that this barbarian is indeed extraordinary."

Chu Mo murmured and smiled slightly. He was still thinking about how to hide his strength, which was much more convenient.

Slightly adapted, Chu Mo activated the meridians, and with a bang, no more, no less than two hundred bloodlines appeared on his body.

"Such strength should be enough."

Chu Mo chuckled, even if he changed his appearance, he could not really exert his full strength. He knew that if he was too bright, Grandpa could not protect him.

He was not afraid of himself. If he broke out with all his strength, even if he was not defeated by Kaichen, he would be sure to go.

But what about Wushan?

He shook his head and clarified his thoughts.

There are special people leading the way, the people have arrived, the leading wind training tribes will throw away their sleeves, and immediately a mist will spread from their bodies, instantly covering Chu Mo and others, Chu Mo's heart moved, but did not Retreat, but let the mist roll, and slowly lift into the sky with the stone sea, turned into a mist of mist, and went straight to the distance.

After a long time, a very tall mountain appeared in front of me. It seemed to be able to rush into the sky, and the mountain was not visible. Only half of it was seen, and it was surrounded by countless white clouds and mist.

On that mountain, Chu Mo faintly saw countless steps and paths that spread up and disappeared into the clouds.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a huge round square, surrounded by nine majestic statues. Each statue has a primitive and wild atmosphere, which is quite terrible.

At the moment, hundreds of people already existed on the huge square, scattered and seemingly buzzing.