Doomsday Star Crystal: I have a contracted beast army

"I want a drop of blood from the forehead of the ancestors!"

The King of Books sighed.

Throughout his life, he rarely asked for help, and he felt very embarrassed at this time.

When Zhao Yin heard this, his eyes showed surprise.

I originally thought that the old man might be planning to ask for SSS-level amethyst from me...

Perhaps he wants to ask the four-winged angel Jialan to take him back to receive the merit...

"This is simple!" Zhao Yin smiled.

Seeing Zhao Yin being so cheerful, the king of writers thought that he did not know the importance of the matter, so he warned him.

"My child, please think carefully. The essence and blood between the eyebrows are the vital connection between the soul and the body. Any loss will definitely shake the origin of the ancestor's body!"

Every time Zhao Yin uses the soul of the contract, it passes between his eyebrows, so he naturally understands it better than ordinary people.

But Zhao Yin understood better that it must be very important to the old man to be able to let the king of books put down his face and ask for help.

His adoptive father was willing to risk his own life to come to support him, so how could Zhao Yin be stingy?

As he thought, south of the oasis, in the Demon Jianmu Forest, the clone of the ancestor opened his eyes.

On the huge wooden face, a gap slowly opened between the eyebrows.

The fiery red blood slowly overflowed, not one drop, but three whole drops.

The next moment, the life breath of the ancestor's clone began to weaken visibly to the naked eye.

Even Bai Wei, who was below, felt something. She suddenly stopped and looked up at the ancestor's clone.

"What happened? Why did the life level suddenly drop?"

Bai Wei knew that the giant tree man in front of him was the patron saint of the core of the world and was a top priority for the entire team.

She gritted her teeth and stabbed the sword in her hand into the wound between Jialan's eyebrows.

That was the most vulnerable point of the four-winged angel, and a large amount of golden blood suddenly flowed.

Different from the other blood on Jialan's body, the golden blood dripping from the center of her eyebrows exudes a bright light, like golden bean particles, with a strong divinity.

Jialan's already weak life breath was instantly dying. Due to the loss of his original essence and blood, his life level dropped.

In the blink of an eye, he fell to demigod status...

After absorbing Jialan's eyebrow essence and blood, the life breath finally stabilized. However, it was still much weaker than before. I don't know how long it will take to recover...

A force of teleportation picked up the three drops of blood of the ancestors and instantly appeared in the center of the oasis.

The huge breath of life spreads.

At this moment, the entire oasis and all vegetation crops were windless.

Life without a soul seems to be attracted by the life of the ancestor, and it spreads its longing.

roar!

The first was the zombie demon Zhang Jie. The dead fish's eyes showed desire and he suddenly jumped out of the cornfield... The next moment he saw Zhao Yin, he immediately became quiet.

At this moment, all the contracted beasts looked over, with longing in their eyes.

Even the ordinary animals in the oasis are all irritable and restless, as if they have some fatal attraction...

Zhao Yin looked at the three drops of blood essence and felt that the vitality contained in them was beyond any treasure he had ever seen.

Even the power of space seems unable to restrain the dissipating life...

"Father!" Zhao Yin looked at the scribe king.

He couldn't find any equipment that could contain the blood of the ancestors, so he had no choice but to ask for help from the King of Books.

The old man was shocked, feeling the huge vitality, and the last trace of doubt in his heart disappeared.

In fact, from what the King of Books has learned over the years, there is no treasure in this world that can preserve the life essence and blood of ancestors for a long time!

He immediately took out the screenshot. In his excitement, tears appeared in the old man's eyes at this moment.

"Lord Jietu, you...are finally saved!"

No one knows how much bitterness is contained in the old man's sigh.

Zhao Yin finally understood what his adoptive father wanted.

[Boundary Diagram: No Grade, Category: Forbidden Treasure, Effect: You only need to sacrifice some small things, the treasure gives powerful power, and can kill gods!

Remarks: On the ninth battlefield, the treasure in the hands of the human scribe king has a mysterious origin and once slaughtered the angelic gods!

Note: Because of Jietu's loyalty to the human race and his willingness to overload, the treasure's origin is about to collapse! 】

Zhao Yin was shocked. Has this forbidden object really killed gods?

What made him feel even more incredible was the second note.

Loyal to the human race?

An evil and insidious taboo thing that also has loyalty?

Or loyal to the human race?

At this moment, Zhao Yin suddenly had a feeling that the origin of the taboo might be more complicated than imagined.

Zhao Yin felt a strange aura on Jie Tu, which was not annihilated, just like the original time and space, sinister and evil.

On the contrary, he was full of righteousness.

This righteousness made Zhao Yin feel familiar yet strange, like...

Just like the king of books in front of me, and the old man in nothingness...

It seems that it is also a human warrior who has experienced countless baptisms of war.

It also seems that it once stood in front of hundreds of millions of human beings, protecting hundreds of millions of human beings... without fear of life or death, regardless of gains and losses.

At this moment, Zhao Yin was inexplicably moved by a dead object.

The king of writers waved his hand, causing a drop of blood from the ancestors to fall on the black penholder of the boundary map.

Suddenly, runes gradually escaped from the darkness of the pen, and gradually became brighter.

Those runes were first divided into seven colors and nine colors, and gradually turned into all kinds of colors, colorful and majestic.

At this moment, the core of the entire world is illuminated in the endless runes, reflecting the joy in the eyes of the Book King.

The old man stood in the endless runes, and his supernatural powers slowly opened up, as if reflecting each other with the world map.

It was also as if the forbidden world map had already merged with the old man...

A series of human characters flowed around the old man, divided into different eras and different civilizations, as if forming a long rune dragon, surrounding the old body of the Book King.

There were scrolls, formed in front of the world map, with flowers, insects, birds and beasts, mountains and rivers, and the sun, moon and stars!

Those scrolls seemed to form an illusory world, revealing primitiveness and mystery, covering the core of the entire world!

At this moment, a majestic vitality slowly spread on the pen of the world map.

The cracks on the pen body, Zhao Yin had previously thought that they were just a kind of pattern. Now, with the infiltration of the blood of the ancestor spirit, a thin layer of red light instantly spread out, slowly repairing.

The Book King waved his hand, and treasures flew out of the space bracelet.

At least hundreds of complete god bases... pieces of flesh and blood, still flowing with blood of different colors.

Different races, including angels, grays, cyclops, three-eyed gods...

There are also hundreds of races that Zhao Yin does not recognize, with colorful blood.

But every piece of flesh and blood exudes at least the breath of SSS-level life.

There are even demigods!

Each piece of flesh and blood not only represents the accumulation of the Book King for thousands of years, but also represents a merit.

That is the trace left by the old man in the bloody battle for the human race!

All the flesh and blood, like a sacrifice, fell into the scroll and disappeared in an instant.