Chapter 1108 Blood Transfusion and Return to Origin (12)

"All are 'good luck'...

It seems that this divination has no revelation effect..."

Behind the nine bronze doors, there must be many dangers, and it is impossible for all of them to present 'good luck' hexagrams. However, Su Wu used the master's hexagram to divine all the hexagrams of good luck.

Such hexagrams must have been distorted by unknown forces and no longer have any reference value.

Su Wu put away the pair of master's hexagrams, and his eyes shuttled back and forth on the nine mountain-high bronze doors.

The more or less stained 'gold paint' on the bronze doors attracted Su Wu's attention.

He speculated that these golden liquids like gold paint should be the blood flowing from a terrifying existence. These 'bloodstains' have been washed away by the years, and they still maintain strong activity. There is no sign of drying up. They flow slowly on the mountain-like bronze doors, but these bloodstains are indeed 'dead'.

The bloodstains exude a breath of desolation and decay, revealing their own complete death.

Finally, Su Wu's eyes stopped at the one in the middle of the nine bronze doors - this bronze door was stained with the most golden blood, and the "gold paint" almost covered the entire bronze door.

Moreover, it was the closest to Su Wu.

The hexagram divined by the master did not give Su Wu any inspiration. He simply stopped speculating about the future and directly chose the bronze door that was closest to him and the fifth one from the left or the right. He walked towards the bronze door covered with golden blood, and the shadowy arm behind his shoulder opened the mud leather gloves wrapped in his palm, and touched the bronze door with the sixth "Gul'dan finger" on his palm -

Buzz!

Layers of ripples suddenly spread!

As the ripples spread and the mist poured, the huge bronze door in front of Su Wu suddenly turned back and turned into a head as high as a mountain!

The head, which looked like a woman, had a strange smile on its face, and the shadow ghost arm that Su Wu stretched out was reaching into the mouth of the ‘woman’s head’!

The woman’s head smiled with its lips pursed.

Its lips and teeth gently bit Gul’dan’s finger connected to the ‘mud leather gloves’, but it imprisoned the shadow ghost wearing this layer of mud leather gloves and Su Wu who contained the shadow ghost in place!

Su Wu’s skin color suddenly turned pale.

On the pale skin, a number of Yuanhuang faces appeared!

These Yuanhuang faces, which made people impressed at first glance, but would completely lose any impression of them at the second glance, now had distorted expressions and spit out streams of dark shadows and black liquids - these dark shadows, the true form of the shadow ghost, in turn wrapped around Su Wu, and carried Su Wu into the mouth of the woman’s head!

Behind Su Wu, the ‘Six-eared Macaque’ holding the Fang Tian Huaji stood still!

——This woman's head and this bronze door can only allow flesh to step into them, and the consciousness of a living person cannot enter them at all!

Previously, Su Wu tried to push the bronze door open, and the bronze door did open for him, but the terrifying power inside was dragging his flesh into another world, leaving only his soul outside the door!

Who knows what strange changes will happen in the world after his flesh falls into the bronze door? !

Su Wu would never allow his flesh to escape control!

Buzz!

At this moment, the silver-gray blood vessels behind him that were pierced by countless origin locks suddenly trembled, all entangled and spread to his soul-

Su Wu's consciousness incarnation-the six-eared macaque raised his arms at this moment, and the Fang Tian Huaji in his hand carried a deadly breath, pierced through the void in an instant, and chopped on the woman's head!

Bang!

The woman's head turned into a huge brass door again!

The huge brass door slowly opened a gap, and half of Su Wu's flesh had fallen into the gap!

Because Su Wu's spirit waved the Fang Tian Hua Ji, a blow caused the bronze door to shake endlessly, and the golden blood that had not dried on the bronze door flowed down, drowning Su Wu's body, and along Su Wu's body, it actually infected Su Wu's spirit - the dead and withered breath emanated from Su Wu's body and soul, and this breath began to accelerate Su Wu's demise, but it also brought Su Wu some unexpected benefits - this stream of golden blood reconnected Su Wu's body and soul that had been separated, and the two merged into one!

More golden blood poured on Su Wu, and in a short moment, it spread all over his spirit and body like mercury, and even gradually merged into his own origin!

Rumble!

As the blood on the fifth bronze door was poured onto Su Wu, it merged into his origin.

The other eight bronze doors also began to vibrate, and in the vibration, they turned into women's heads with golden blood on their faces. The women's heads screamed and howled, struggling to pounce on Su Wu in the crack of the door - and the blood covering their heads and faces was faster than them, flooding the void in a short moment and gathering on Su Wu!

Su Wu's origin was completely absorbed by the golden blood!

An unstoppable breath of death emanated from him!

His appearance and physique did not change, and his internal organs did not dry up, but his breath was visibly depressed, giving people a sense of aging that was "about to die"!

That golden blood completely merged into him, into his origin.

His origin was like the difference between a pool of water and the ocean compared to the golden blood!

The vast ocean merges into an inconspicuous spring pool. In fact, it is just that the vast ocean swallows up an inconspicuous spring pool. All of Su Wu's own blood was converted into golden blood, which was equivalent to replacing the blood in his body all over again!

——Su Wu sensed the end of his life.

Or in two or three days, or in the next breath.

But at this moment when he was still alive, he felt unspeakably powerful!

He put away Fang Tian's painted halberd, and pressed his hands sharply on the bronze door that was slowly closing, trying to push himself out of the crack. There was no trace of a drop of golden blood on the mountain-high bronze door in front of him.

The golden blood on the nine bronze doors was all fused by Su Wu himself!

Su Wu pressed his hands against the bronze door and exerted his strength——

Gala!

The bronze door was slowly pushed open, groaning unbearably!

Su Wu, covered in blood, stepped behind the bronze door!

There were two deep palm prints left on the bronze door!

Boom! Boom!

With the remaining strength left by Su Wu, the entire bronze gate collapsed to the side and rear like a mountain of gold and a jade pillar, crushing two or three adjacent bronze gates!

Countless silver-gray blood vessels are overlapping and entangled, and the origin locks are constantly colliding!

In the 'mezzanine' between the two worlds, Su Wu just pushed the door fiercely, and it suddenly turned into a mess!

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The gray fog is faint.

Palaces and temples, large and small, are silhouetted in the mist. Large temples are stacked on top of small temples, and small temples are stacked on top of palaces... The densely packed palaces and temples are spread out in the fog, forming a vast and endless forest of temples. The world seems to be occupied by these endless temples.

The palaces and temples stand among the mountains.

There are nine mountains in total that extend for thousands of miles.

These nine mountains are like the veins of a leaf, overlapping each other.

At the intersection of the Nine Mountains, there stands a mausoleum that is particularly prominent and huge even among the countless palaces and temples here, and is higher than the mountain!

There is no temple located around the tomb.

There was a gurgling golden liquid slowly seeping out from the tomb, reflecting against the silver-gray mountains.

At this time, a magnificent and simple temple stood at the foot of a large mountain.

There were crowds of people inside and outside the temple.

One after another, figures carrying silver-gray rocks and soil walked through the mountains like ants, and finally gathered in this magnificent temple. The earth and mud they brought were mixed with water by the people in the temple, and then piled up on the altar in the center of the temple.

On the altar, a majestic god sat upright, with a Fangtian Painted Halberd lying across his knees. The wood-carved clay sculpture of the Fangtian Painted Halberd slowly exuded a bit of cold and murderous aura.

The figure and limbs of this god, as well as the red chainmail on his body, have been shaped vividly and lifelike.

However, its face is still blurry, and no matter how hard the craftsmen try, they can't fabricate its facial features!