Chapter 1183

If tianzhuque said something, ye Chen was honest, sitting on his seat, more docile than a lamb. He thought that he could still visit some sacred vessels, but he didn't want to see him like this.

Can't help, leaf Chen hit a shiver, always feel the cool behind.

After her death, Ruo Tianzhu que looks at her newly trimmed nails as if she had nothing to do. She knows that for her, it's nothing. The saint is detached from the world. She doesn't care about the skin bag. She just looks at it, and it's a surprise.

"It's embarrassing." Ye Chen covered half of his face.

"Ye Chen looks bad. Is it possible that he is ill?" See ye Chen Wu face, body side if the sky Huang gentle smile.

"Beautiful women see too much." Ye Chen has a dry cough.

"It's... Fresh." If the sky Huang smile some strange, just don't know let him know that ye Chen saw his aunt's body, will a slap call ye Chen.

"A memorial tablet." While they were talking, the high priest of the rosefinch family went up to the cloud. Cang Mai's voice was deep and ethereal, making the noisy Lingshan suddenly silent, and his eyes converged toward one side without exception.

The words fall, the nine elders of the Zhuque family pinched each other's seal Jue.

Then, the earth was buzzing, and an altar was born from the bottom of the earth, which was thousands of feet long. But in the center of the altar, there was a god stele, which was engraved with Ancient Runes and was also branded with the rosefinch totem.

This is the stele of Zhuque God, which has been handed down to this day.

The prince goes to the altar!

Once again, the high priest of rosefinch spoke with great solemnity.

As soon as he said this, the prince stepped out and stepped on the altar, took a deep breath, raised his arm slightly, and put his palm on the stele of the rosefinch God.

At that time, the stele of the rosefinch God trembled, and a divine sky flew away. It turned into a huge rosefinch. It danced in the ninth day with flashing Phoenix wings and rolling fire wolves. It was very bright.

Eight pole blood!

See, below exclamation voice four.

Feeling the astonishing eyes of the four sides, the great prince enjoyed it very much, and he was about to fly up.

Ye Chen raised his head slightly and glanced at the blood of the great prince. He could not help but look at the side of the body. If the sky is bright, "master, what is the blood of the eight poles? There is a saying in it?"

"There is." If there is a gentle smile in the sky, "the blood of the rosefinch is divided into nine poles, one is the lowest, and the other is the highest. It is very simple to distinguish one from nine poles. One to nine poles correspond to red orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, silver and gold respectively. Take the prince as an example. His blood rosefinch is silver, and according to its level, it is the eight pole blood of the rosefinch."

"That is to say, whose blood is extremely high is the next cardinal master?" Ye Chen asked again.

"Not so." If tianzhonghuang mildly said with a smile, "the extreme part of blood is only one of the factors, but it is not the decisive factor. The strong blood does not mean that the talent is high. After that, there are also battles and the final support rate of all forces. Only the winner of three rounds of assessment can be qualified to take the position of Lord Zhu que. This is how I used to be."

"I see." Ye Chen smiles.

"Wow, the second prince is also eight poles." There was another exclamation below.

"Silver rosefinch, the third prince and the fourth prince are also eight poles." In the exclamation, everyone's eyes were fixed on the altar. The fifth prince, the sixth prince, the seventh prince, and the eighth prince had already pasted their palms on the sacred stele. The four sacred rainbow, regardless of their sequence, were all silver rosefinches.

"They are all eight poles." The bottom of the frying pan, people roar, such as the tide surging.

"Talented people from all over the country come out!" If the sky is happy with a smile, "at that time, I was the only one in my generation. Now, the generation of Zhuque Xuan is even eight poles."

"There may be something higher." Ye Chen smiles and looks at the altar. Xie Yun is already on the stage.

Xie Yun's appearance on the stage attracted the attention of the audience.

Xie Yun's talent, as you all know, is extremely talented. He is the most hopeful person in the Zhuque family to surpass his ancestors.

However, Tianjiao was in trouble, the Tao was damaged, the foundation was damaged, and the blood was also eroded. Everyone wants to know that the nine princes of the Zhuque family in the past still have a few blood vessels left.

Under the attention of the public, Xie Yun has slightly raised his arm and gently pasted his palm on the God tablet.

Then, the monument hummed, and a red God rainbow rose to the sky and turned into a red rosefinch.

"Just... Is it the red rosefinch?" The whole audience was stunned.

"One pole of blood."

"In the past, the person who is most likely to surpass his predecessors is just a blood vessel?" The lower part is restless again, this blood vein is lower than their bottom line, let a person be unprepared!

"Waste." The eight princes glanced at Xie Yun, and the corners of their mouths were filled with scorn.

"Ah The scene is full of sighs and sighs, and the secret passage is that the peerless Tianjiao of the past years has completely declined.

"It shouldn't be!" Mu Xuangong stroked his beard suspiciously. He once felt Xie Yun's blood in Dan mansion, and was better than the eight princes. Now he has to see the red rosefinch, which is really unexpected."How can it be a pole." After death, if the sky rosefinch also frowned, "Xuanyu injury was cured, but lost blood?"

"Why are you so insecure about your most valued nephew?" Compared with Ruo Tian Zhu Que's worry, ye Chen is more calm.

"You seem confident." If the sky rosefinch glances at Ye Chen.

"That's nature." Ye Chen smiles with profound meaning. Xie Yun was cured by him. Xie Yun's situation is most clear to him. If he only talks about blood, he is absolutely superior to the eight princes.

Bang!

In the sea tide of discussion, a shriek of rosefinch resounded through the sky. The sound was very harsh, which made people look up to see the empty sky.

But see Xie Yun's blood rosefinch, turned into orange in an instant.

Eh?

Xie Yun's blood rosefinch changes, causing a surprise.

Bang!

Xie Yun's blood rosefinch cries again, and the orange rosefinch turns into yellow. After a burst of flying wings, the yellow and colored rosefinch turns green, and after three breaths, it turns into green. The rosefinch is born in the fire, and the blue color fades away and turns into blue. After blue, the blood rosefinch changes again, transforms into purple rosefinch, and then nirvana, making silver Color, silver, scattered in the sky, covered with gold, turned into gold.

This!

Seeing this change, people all over the mountain are astonished. It is the first time to see the change from pole to pole.

How could it be!

The eight princes suddenly frowned, and the golden rosefinch was very dazzling, nine pole blood.

My eyes are dim!

Too many old guys have polished their eyes, and their eyes are burning hot at the empty sky. The golden rosefinch is very bright. It's like a round of sun, and the people can't open their eyes. It's too dazzling.

But it's not over.

In the sound of shock, Xie Yun's blood rosefinch is a world-shaking scream. The bright golden rosefinch has faded its golden glow and turned into silver. It has changed all the way and finally turned into the original red color.

"This... These meanings." Too many people are confused.

"Can't you tell? It's a blood vessel. "

"That's what happened. One pole to nine pole is like a trick."

"The problem is that there is something wrong with the stele of Zhuque God."

"It's a pole after all." The eight princes sneered, their eyes full of scorn.

"Rosefinch, you can see something." On the seat, the voice of Mu Xuangong's smile was like a bird in the sky.

"Nirvana of the nine poles, return to nature." If the sky rosefinch raised its cheek and looked at the empty sky, the beautiful eyes were more surprised and gratified.

"A little blood, still fighting for the Lord?" At the bottom, the sea of discussion continued, and the sound of sighing, scorn, and ridicule became one. However, they did not know the mystery of the blood relationship of the rosefinch. Perhaps only people of the rank of ruotan Zhuque and mu Xuangong could really see it.

"It's forced to hang or not." On the altar, Xie Yun directly ignored the tide of discussion and threw a charming little charming eye to Ye Chen here. The eyes should not be too harsh.

"Nirvana of the nine poles, return to the nature, which can be forced to pretend."