Chapter 605 (1/2)
”How Limited is one's blood.”
Even if the practice reaches the realm of God and man, and the blood essence is abundant, it is still too insignificant compared with a great city.
”With our own blood, we can transform hundreds of millions of refined iron This is also... ”
Chu Huoluo is usually quick witted, but now she is shocked and speechless.
”One man's blood, of course, is not enough.”
Shen Zhenyi sighs.
”Even if it was the master craftsman of the secret arts of that day, his talent was extraordinary, and his blood could transform the sea, but it was still insufficient, not to mention his descendants...”
After a pause, he added, ”this iron city is the descendant of the great craftsman of the secret arts. From generation to generation, it has been sacrificed with flesh and blood. It is not unusual. Although he is a martial arts master, he has a life span of only 60 years. Every 30 years, he has to change a generation of sacrificial masters. ”
”Sixty?”
Princess long was shocked.
”That is to say, the old gentleman - not yet sixty years old?”
She looked at the old man with white hair sitting on the ground. He was very old, but At such a young age?
The most important thing for martial arts practitioners is the physical longevity. Those who have the highest level of martial arts in the human realm can live for 150 years. Those in the real world can live for more than 300 years. The average life span of the strong people in the divine realm is from 5600 years.
The iron and blood sacrifice Lord can only live for 60 years. Isn't it shortened to only one tenth?
Compared with ordinary people, it has no advantage.
”What's more, once you become a sacrificial master and dedicate blood essence, it means that you can't leave half a step away from the iron gate.”
Shen Zhenyi's eyes also fell on the old man with white hair, pity and respect.
”With the continuous loss of blood, the body gradually weakened, limbs disabled, deaf and blind, until one day, five senses lost, all over paralysis, become a living dead.”
”Even so His tragic fate is not over. ”
Shen Zhenyi's tone is neither sad nor happy, describing the cruel fate.
”The next Lord of iron and blood sacrifice must be guided by his flesh and blood, so that he can grow up and get the seeds of blood essence, and then he can become a new generation of master craftsman of secret arts.”
”At the beginning, when the master of secret arts died, he also died without a whole body.”
It's not just death without a whole body, I'm afraid it's frustrating. There's nothing left.
- Shen Zhenyi is vague and doesn't know how to lead by flesh and blood.
But Chu Huoluo, Princess Longjun and zining Jun are all smart people. They can guess a little bit, but they are all chilly.
”Why do they want to?”
Chu Huoluo doesn't understand.
I devote my life to one place for one purpose, just like a bloodletting lamb, or even To sacrifice even one's own death?
How miserable is such a life?
Why would anyone want to?
Was it forced?
Shen Zhenyi was silent for a while, with respect in his tone: ”this is called sacrifice.”
”Sacrifice?”
Chu Huoluo and Princess long look at each other, not knowing why.
”Sacrifice individuals for the reproduction of groups. Sacrifice the ego and fulfill the big one. ”
”It's easy to say, but what a miracle to do?”
Shen Zhenyi's eyes are directed at the distant starry sky. On the endless sky, there are the same people and the same race.