Fantasy: Start a Secret Pavilion

"This breakthrough method is extremely important, and may even affect the life and death of our country, Wu Ming. Therefore, if you don't make any statement, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to satisfy your wishes."

Looking at the scrolls in front of them, the monks from the sect forces immediately fell into deep thought.

They originally just wanted to chat and say a few words, but they didn't expect Xia Yun to be serious and directly brought out a magic weapon and asked them to drip blood.

Although everyone did not recognize the magic weapon in front of them, they could see from Xia Yun's few words that this magic weapon was by no means simple.

For a moment, the monks from the sect's forces gathered together and couldn't help but start discussing.

"Everyone, what should we do now? Should we drip or not?"

"Okay, then I will have to obey the orders of the Wuming royal family in the future. If I don't, I'm afraid there will be no hope of reaching the extraordinary realm in this life. I will feel a loss wherever I go, and I will feel even worse if I don't go!"

"I think it's better to give it a try. After all, this is our only chance to break through to the extraordinary realm."

"You have to help yourself. Anyway, if I don't, there will be a way out in the future. But if you are controlled by others, you will cut off all escape routes!"

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After some discussion, the monks on the sect gradually divided into two camps, one advocated bleeding, and the other, naturally, advocated no blood.

Fortunately, the two sides do not interfere with each other. After all, these guys do not represent a complete force, but many different individuals.

As a result, the monks who advocated dripping blood made cuts on their hands, condensed a drop of blood, and dripped it on the scroll.

As for those who didn't want to drip, they watched quietly and did nothing.

Chu Tian looked at these monks who did not want to shed blood. There were not many of them, less than twenty, and most of them were relatively young. They had reached the peak of the ninth level of the Divine Light Realm in less than a hundred years.

To a certain extent, it can be said that these guys are just newborn calves who are not afraid of tigers. They think it is just a transcendent realm. If Xia Yun can break through, they should be able to do it if they work hard.

And those monks who shed blood are basically older. After reaching the peak of the ninth level of the Divine Light Realm, they have not made any progress for two to three hundred years.

They know very well that if they don't seize the opportunity, they may not be able to reach the transcendent realm in their lifetime.

I saw that most of the people were already bleeding, but the remaining monks from the sect still showed no intention of bleeding.

Xia Yun didn't intend to force anything more on this. With one hundred and twenty monks and more than one hundred people relying on him, this was already a very good situation.

Besides, Xia Yun is not a tyrant, and he is not cruel enough to insist on others acting according to his will.

Of course, it is inevitable that these people are unwilling to surrender to him and will be squeezed out by Xia Yun's forces in the future.

However, isn’t that what the rules of this world are?

After everyone finished dripping blood, the animal skin scroll immediately shrank and flew back to Xia Yun's storage ring.

"Okay, obviously everyone has made their own decision. Although not everyone has their own ambitions, I won't force it."

The monks who dripped essence and blood into the scroll looked at Xia Yun, as if they were waiting for her to tell them the secret of breaking through to the transcendent realm.

And those monks who did not choose to drip blood, although they knew that they may not deserve to know all this, they still couldn't help but prick up their ears and want to listen.