"Where the Phantom Blood Butterfly passes will be shown on this blood-colored parchment." "My Phantom Blood Butterfly can fly more than ten kilometers a day. In five days at most, it should be able to explore the entire secret realm." "I can only wait a little longer." "Ye Bai is really like an indestructible cockroach." "Having collected so much blood, it's time to awaken the Blood Army." Compared to the two protectors, the Black Knight and the Red Knight, the Blood Army is the foundation of the Blood Saint. However, summoning the Blood Army requires the blood pool as a medium. The last time the Blood Saint was in the ceremony of summoning the demon god, he was attacked by the black water giant snake, and the whereabouts of the blood pool are unknown. In desperation, the Blood Saint could only empty his family's funds and spend a lot of effort to build another one. "However, it can only be done when the yin energy is the strongest at night." A cold smile appeared at the corner of the Blood Saint's mouth.
The Frost Rose Station is where all the beautiful contestants gather. They were established by Wen Wen, who ranked first in the Phoenix Cup and has the title of the Flame Valkyrie. Wen Wen's long hair was like a blazing flame. Under the strong wind, this fiery red hair fluttered in the wind. Her right hand tightly grasped a spear shining with fiery red light. The tip of the spear was as sharp as a blade, pointing straight to the sky, as if it could poke a big hole in the sky. She was wearing a fiery red gilded armor, which was forged from flaming iron, and engraved with complex runes and rose patterns on the surface. "The Red Bull Group, the Fool, and the Golden Sun have all taken action." "We can't sit and wait for death. Once they grow stronger, they may attack us." These four forces were built by the top ten people in the Fengchu Cup. Now they have reached a certain tacit understanding for the time being. After eliminating the powerful lone ranger, they will naturally attack other teams. The last two teams will compete for the qualification. "Then Wenwen, how did you decide?" "Should we find Ye Bai first and eliminate him like them?" A woman with ice-blue hair and ice-type pets floating around like ice cream cones spoke slowly. She is Leng Shuang, who ranks eighth in the Fengchu Cup and is known as the cold winter. Leng Shuang is holding a thick magic book in her hand and is flipping through it quickly. "No, we have to do the opposite." "Others want to destroy him, so we have to protect him." "I have a vague feeling that our way out lies in Ye Bai."
"He is the first in the first and second rounds of the Youlin Cup, plus Yun Luo, who is unknown." "You should know that some breeders are also senior poison masters." "Don't forget, who is Ye Bai's teacher?" "It's the genius girl Zhang Lingxue." "Our top priority now is to collect resources and not spend too much time on intrigue." Wenwen said firmly. Ye Bai is Zhang Lingxue's last disciple, and it is easy to find out if you want to. In the forest. Ye Bai looked at the fat insects swallowing the leaves in big mouthfuls. From time to time, they would spit out a ball of white, clay-like silk from their mouths. Each insect was as thick as Ye Bai's arm. Their mouthparts were like two sharp daggers, and the iron leaves, which were as hard as iron, were soon eaten into pits. "Ye Bai, what's so good about this strange beast? Let's hurry up and get on the road." The blue-haired man urged Ye Bai. "Don't worry, I found a group of interesting beasts here." "If we can handle it properly, we have the possibility of getting the top spot in the third round with these beasts." "You know, the value of us breeders is to cultivate, evolve, advance and treat pets." "Do you know why this year's competition will take out a separate round to let us enter the secret realm for competition?" "This is to let us use our eyes to discover all possibilities, proving that breeders are not flowers in a greenhouse. Even without experimental equipment, they can do experiments and write papers in the secret realm." Ye Bai took a sip of water and continued. "On the surface, the pet trainers of the Fengchu Cup are the main force, while the breeders of the Youlin Cup are the auxiliary." "But in fact, I don't think so." "In fact, in the third round, the breeders are the core figures of the team, and the pet trainers are the auxiliary." "The breeders have a wide range of knowledge and are familiar with various herbs." "It is easier to find treasures in the secret realm." "And most pet trainers are focused on how to improve the strength of their pets and how to command their pets to fight." "Even if there are treasures passing by them, they probably turn a blind eye." After hearing Ye Bai's analysis, Lanfa was dumbfounded.
He thought about it carefully, and it was indeed as Ye Bai said, the breeders were the key to the third round. Otherwise, why did the breeders choose the pet trainers, instead of the pet trainers choosing the breeders. This is the key. In the middle of the night, when the secret realm was dark and windy, the stars were hidden, and only the faint moonlight could barely penetrate the thick clouds and fall into the dark forest. In a desolate valley, the branches of trees swayed in the night wind, making rustling sounds, like whispering ghosts. In the center of the valley stood an altar made of blood-red boulders, with strange runes carved on the surface of the altar. The Blood Saint stood beside the altar and chanted an ancient spell in a low voice. The sound echoed in the valley, and the blood-red blood pool spun and fell into the sky. The blood-red gas outlined runes in the air. The blood-red runes vibrated in the air, and ripples appeared in the space. At this time, the Blood Saint held a dagger and slashed the back of his hand fiercely. The dark red blood slowly dripped along the dagger and fell on the runes on the altar. The blood-red runes seemed to be activated, and the blood color became more dazzling, reflecting the runes in the sky. The ceremony has begun, and the wind blows. The six blood-red crystals that originally stood on the altar suddenly emitted a faint blue flame. The Blood Saint saw that the time was almost right, and chanted the prayer given by the demon god loudly. His voice seemed to penetrate the entire night sky, and the blood-red runes shone brightly, like a gorgeous fire cloud, emitting different colors. As the spell reached its end, the air around the rune began to twist, and the ripples became more and more dense, as if some kind of power was being awakened. The Blood Saint waved his hand, and the ghost blood butterflies flew up one by one, forming a strange pattern in the air. They sprayed the collected blood essence from their mouths and sprinkled it on the altar, forming a shocking sea of blood. The red light on the altar suddenly became stronger, like a blazing sun, illuminating the entire valley. Above the altar, the space cracked like an eggshell, and an ancient and powerful breath gushed out. I don't have the face to ask for votes, hey, let's see how I perform tomorrow.