Unlike the Second Division Black Cliff and the Demons Sea Burial, which were nervously preparing for the birth of the Seed Demon, the 36 Blood Worlds of Rakshasa were in the midst of an unprecedented storm.
Due to the long silence of the Council of Elders, this storm was silent.
Silence did not mean that the storm was weak. Instead, it made the Rakshasa feel a sense of suffocation that they had never felt before.
Unfortunately, the ordinary Rakshasa did not know why they felt suffocated.
As for those who knew about this, they would remain silent just like the Council of Elders.
When Xie Tian spat out the small palace in the center of the blood pool of the strongest family in the Blood Nirvana Realm, Luo Liao, the descendant of the Rakshasa Family, the strongest ancestor in the Blood Nirvana Realm and the head of the top ten Rakshasa Family in the 36 Blood Worlds, went crazy.
Little Luo Zheng and the other accomplices did not know what was going on.
Xie Tian, who was holding Little Bell in his hand, was deep in thought.
His deep thought was based on the fact that this bone was a little hard to chew.
The bone was the palace.
It looked like the palace was only a few meters in radius.
The essence of the blood pool did not seem to represent the purest essence blood of the Rakshasa Family. Otherwise, there was no reason why the first blood of Rakshasa could only devour it and not refine it.
"Does anyone know what this is?"
Xie Tian pointed at the small blood-colored palace in front of him and asked.
This had nothing to do with combat power, so little Luo Zheng naturally took a few steps back and gave way to Luo Chen and the other ancestors who had lived for a long time.
"This …"
The ancestors frowned and shook their heads, indicating that they did not know. At the same time, they smiled bitterly in their hearts. "Sir, how could we know something that even you don't know?"
Chief Deacon Luo Fen did not suspect Xie Tian's unprofessional behavior as the successor of the Evil Emperor.
"Sir, you are really …" After thinking that this behavior was a sign that Luo Fen was imitating Luo Fen's professionalism, he smiled bitterly and began to cooperate. "I'll let you know that this thing is formed from the essence of the blood pool, but it is different from ordinary blood pool essence …"
As Luo Fen introduced it, Xie Tian's brows furrowed.
The essence of the blood pool would normally only appear in the blood pool of the Rakshasa family.
For those like Luo Tuo who had just ascended to the rank of ancestor, their blood pools had yet to produce blood pool essence.
"Therefore, only the ancestor can produce the essence of the blood pool …"
And the method to speed up the process was the inheritance that Rakshasa obtained from the ancestors of the thirteen clans through the blood essence after he became an ancestor.
"This kind of method doesn't seem to be murderous, but it is the foundation that our ancestral family relies on for survival and development. Only by using this method to produce the essence of the Blood Pool can the members of the family advance by leaps and bounds. At the same time, our ancestors also have the possibility to advance further …"
His ancestor was one of the strongest cultivators in this world.
In the absence of stronger blood essence, the ancestors of Rakshasa could only rely on the blood pool if they wanted to improve their cultivation. To be more precise, the essence of the blood pool.
"The essence of the blood pool of an ordinary ancestral family is shaped like a mound of dirt, and is no more than a few feet tall …"
The mound of dirt looked ugly and full of the smell of dirt, but just like what Luo Shang had experienced, Luo Jiu's ancestor only had to pay the essence of the blood pool, which was the size of a grain of rice, for this Sovereign who had sneaked up from the lower realm to instantly become a peak Great Sage.
"But the essence of the blood pool of the top clans in the great realm is different …"
At this point, Luo Fen paused and then sighed. His emotions seemed to be a little complicated.
"The 36 blood worlds are divided into three grades: upper, middle, and lower. Putting aside the Luokong Clan, which has long withered, the thirteen upper worlds are occupied by the other twelve clans. Among them, the Rakshasa Clan occupies two …"
"As for the parliament … the thirteen most powerful elders of the parliament are the old patriarchs of the top clans in the thirteen worlds …"
It seemed that Luo Fen's words had nothing to do with the small blood-colored palace in front of him …
"But it is said that the essence of the blood pool of the thirteen clans is not condensed by the ancestors of their clans …"
Hearing this, Xie Tian's heart skipped a beat. In the end, Luo Fen shook his head and smiled bitterly. "My Lord, although I am the chief butler of the parliament, I only manage trivial matters. This is all I know. I hope my Lord can forgive me …"
Xie Tian nodded. Although he was a little disappointed, he did not say anything.
"It's not condensed …"
He glanced at the sky of the 36 blood worlds, and was a little curious.
"Then it must be from a higher place … What about the Prison of Rakshasa, which is even higher …"
When his scattered thoughts once again touched the giant blood-colored coffin above his sea of consciousness, Xie Tian withdrew his thoughts and focused his attention on the small blood-colored palace in front of him again.
Although he could not refine it smoothly, it did not mean that he could not refine it.
But at this moment, through Luo Fen's explanation, he could deduce —
"The ones that can be refined are the blood essences that belong to the Thirteen Clans, and the ones that cannot be refined are things from the Upper Realm …"
That was why Xie Tian was even more curious about why the blood-colored coffin did not react to the thing that came from the Upper Realm and was more similar to Rakshasa's core.
While thinking, Xie Tian controlled the butterfly that carried Rakshasa's First Blood and prepared to refine the blood-colored temple.
The indescribable mysteriousness of the blood-colored palace couldn't stop him, who had completed the essence blood of the thirteen families.
Right at this moment, when he saw that Xie Tian didn't blame him, Luo Feng instantly heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, and then he sighed and said, "So, if Master wants to refine this treasure, I'm afraid that you can only … only … only … only … after you return to the Immortal Dimension."
Looking at the blood-red hall that was shrinking due to the refinement, the dumbfounded Luo Ming was at a loss for words.
"I, I knew it. How, how, how could Sir not know …"
Seeing this scene, Luo Chen and the other ancestors could only smile bitterly while secretly praising their master for being so meticulous …
"Even the fake successor of the Evil Emperor is so dedicated …"
Only Luo Mei's body trembled slightly, and the corners of her mouth curled into an excited smile.
"If it's not condensed, then it must be from the Upper Realm … Master, you're really getting more and more powerful …"
After murmuring to herself, she looked at Luo Liao, who had gone mad previously.
This powerful ancestor, who had gone mad after seeing Xie Tian move the blood-colored temple out of the blood pool, now looked as if all his intelligence had been sucked away by an evil giant hand, and he looked like an idiot.
After an hour, Xie Tian's refinement came to an end.
His refinement was not complete, but before the ancestors could see it clearly, he put away the small blood-colored palace that had finished refining the blood essence and walked toward the next nearest great world.
At the same time, the thirteen most powerful elders of the parliament, who had said "get ready" in unison, arrived at the deepest part of the parliament.
At the deepest part was a blood pool.
That was where Master Luo Zheng came.
At a glance, this ancient blood pool, which was qualified to let Luo Zheng sleep, was only ten thousand feet wide.
Compared to the blood pools that Xie Tian had seen along the way, this blood pool's aura was more ancient, and the essence blood that was born from the blood pool's formation patterns was as heavy as lead.
However, at this moment, the thirteen elders' attention was not on the ancient blood pool …
Above the nine blood-colored temples that surrounded the ancient blood pool.
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