Chapter 109 Sacrifice! Mysterious ancient tripod

The boundary of 'Qianfengling', above the dead plain.

Seven soldiers sat on the ground in a circle. It seemed that everyone had entered a state of cultivation, and no one spoke. However, the action of opening the two eyes from time to time makes people understand that he is on guard for everyone.

For Qin Mo, meditation practice is useless. After all, what he lacks now is only the cultivation of consciousness, not the strengthening of the body.

And the cultivation of divine consciousness has been replaced by the soul in the previous life. For this reason, Qin Mo chose to come to the 'Bing Blood Jade' space again...

Without the surging blood light package, there is no endless blood fog. The whole 'bing blood jade' space seems empty and desolate, as if it is waiting for the future construction of Qin Mo.

The emptiness is due to the fact that there is only one thing left in the "blood jade" space at this time; the desolation is due to this only thing left.

This thing is the 'meritorious altar' sprinkled with blood and spread with the body! I don't know which capable hand such a means to bring people a heavy heart.

Altar, altar! Do you really need to use the sacrifice of creatures to open it?

Looking at the blood-stained 'Sacrifice Stone Platform' and the four blood pillars in the top of the sky, Qin Mo was silent.

"Hey--why do you have to do this? In this world, isn't it possible to become a 'god' and become an ant? Qin Mo sighed in his heart.

If you break the yuan, you can be called a 'god', and you can break it with one thought, looking up for thousands of lives!

"Look up to you! General, don't worry, I'm sure there will be such a day!" After sighing, Qin Mo suddenly said to himself firmly, "'God' is not only 'gods', but I, Qin Mo, also want to surpass the 'gods' and become the 'gods'! Only in this way can I have the strength to find the 'Burial King' and resurrect my wife!"

After a firm belief, Qin Mo shouted loudly, "Horious!"

After drinking, suddenly! It was the emotionless, empty and inexplicable voice sounded in the space for a moment.

"Qin Mo. Merit - ten."

"Is it only ten?" Qin Mo's meaning is like frost. Well, I still want--"

"Building the First Emperor's Soldier's Trading Desk'"

"Not enough merit. It takes a hundred points of merit." The empty voice answered again without any emotion.

"I hope you can exchange these 'trophies' for protective magic weapons, instead of contributing to the 'merit altar' in exchange for merit!" Lieutenant General Xia Lang's advice still seemed to ring in Qin Mo's ears. However--

"When will I, Qin Mo, not hone in life and death! I have had enough life and death experience!" Qin Mo instantly denied the advice of Lieutenant General Xia Lang in his heart, and then...

"In the name of the First Emperor's soldier Qin Mo, sacrifice 'Abyss' - fifty pairs of 'eight-clad green-eyed ghost spiders' front claws, fifty pairs of 'eight-clawed green-eyed ghost spiders' eyes!" Qin Mo's loud voice shook the whole space.

As soon as the voice fell, the emotionless empty voice instantly responded, "Emperor Qin Mo." The merit altar can be opened immediately!"

With this inexplicable empty sound, the 'meritorious altar' composed of the sacrificial stone platform and the four blood-colored pillars suddenly reacted.

However, the four blood pillars in the top of the sky instantly bloomed with endless blood light, and the blood light gathered in the sky, and the roof of a very thin bloody palace faded out.

The thinness of the virtual image makes people almost invisible! But--

The only thin virtual image and the only roof of the temple shocked Qin Mo.

"Is this my future goal?" Qin Mo was inexplicably guessing.

At this time, under the virtual image of the temple.

In the middle of the blood-stained four-stained "Sacrifice Stone Platform", a mysterious ancient tripod the size of a palm slowly rose. The ancient tripod has four feet, which seems to be cast in bronze, and the heads of the four dragons are carved on it, showing the momentum of the dragon swallowing the sky.

At this moment, an emotionless empty voice sounded again.

"The ability to sacrifice the 'Jiorious Altar' has been opened. Qin Mo. Place the 'yuan wu'.

When Qin Mo heard the words, his consciousness suddenly returned to his body. As soon as his mind moved, the two neat front claws and eyes of the 'eight-claw green-eyed ghost spider' were released from the space bag and piled up on the ground.

Such a huge movement made the five soldiers open their eyes.

Jiuzhou Qiu asked sadly, "Qin Mo, what are you?"

"Sacrifice 'Abyss' in exchange for merit, and open the 'Solder Trading Platform'!" Qin Mo answered solemnly.

Hearing the cold words, the ghost world frowned, "Didn't the three generals say to let the brothers change a protective magic weapon instead of exchanging meritorious deeds..."

Before the cold words fell completely, Qin Mo has already blurted out, "Open the 'Solder Trading Desk' before you can trade in exchange for a magic weapon!"

The soldiers suddenly realized that they had forgotten that there was no trading platform in Qin Mo's bloody jade space! However, is this really the reason for Qin Mo?

Only Qin Mo knows in his own heart!

With a "brush", Qin Mo stood up. Looking at the two piles of 'eight-claw green-eyed ghost spider' trophies, the cold voice came from Qin Mo's mouth, "Sacrifice!"

Sacrifice!

With Qin Mo's order, fifty pairs of 'eight-clawed green-eyed ghost spider' front claws and fifty pairs of 'eight-clawed green-eyed ghost spider' eyes suddenly floated up inexplicably, three feet away from the ground.

At this moment, a mysterious ancient tripod shadow the size of a palm appeared from Qin Mo's body and transformed into the ground.

This mysterious ancient tripod seems to have an inexplicable pulling force, but it can be seen that two piles of trophies three feet away from the ground seem to be pulled by some force, and then fall into the ancient tripod continuously, instantly turning into nothingness.

"Qin Mo. Meritorious deeds - Eleven."

"Qin Mo. Merit - Twelve."

"Qin Mo. Merit - Thirteen."

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"Qin Mo. Merit - 210." The empty and emotionless voice sounded in Qin Mo's heart, and finally the voice was fixed on "210".

It seems that these 'eight-claw green-eyed ghost spider' claws are only a little meritorious? So how many remaining merits are there after Qin Mo's meritorious deeds are used to open the First Emperor's 'Seror Trading Platform'?

What do you use to exchange protective magic weapons?

"The sacrifice is completed." With the empty voice ringing in Qin Mo's heart, on the earth, the mysterious ancient tripod shadow suddenly turned into blood and integrated into Qin Mo's body.

Just as Qin Mo decided to immediately return to the 'Bingbleed Jade' space to build his own 'Symen Trading Platform', Qiu Bei said, "Brother, poor! Hey--"

Poor? What does this mean? What did I do wrong? Qin Mo suddenly decided to stop and listen to him.

"Indeed! Brother Qin Mo is so pitiful!" Leng He also said so.

"Poor brother!" Ye Si also said so.

"I dare to ask you, why do you say that?"

At this time, Youjie waved his hand coldly, and then said, "Don't joke with Brother Qin Mo. Aren't we also from that stage?"

Hearing this, the soldiers smiled strangely, "Hey hey!"

Qin Mo was even more puzzled. Fortunately, he explained for him, "What everyone means is that your ancient tripod is too small to be slapped! For example, Qiu Bei and Ye Si's ancient tripods are already as big as pots. My ancient tripod is nearly three feet (Note: one meter = three feet).

"What?" Qin Mo was suddenly shocked, "Can this thing grow?"

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