The Lord of Qin Island consumed a lot of spiritual power in his body because he opened the Blood Knocking Door. He took a few breaths and looked at the three people in front of him in surprise.
"What do the three elders mean by this?"
The third elder's cold expression turned cold, and he said arrogantly, "Uncle Guizi asked you to go. Could it be that the Lord of Qin Island didn't give him this?" To save face? "
"Humph! Of course I can!"
Master Qin waved his sleeves, and suddenly three elders surrounded him and dragged him deep into the main hall.
In the blood-knocking door.
Chen Anping's light body had been falling for who knows how long. He had already been numb in the process of falling downstairs, until the blood-red light gradually receded, and he saw a faint pitch black color in front of his eyes.
In such a narrow space, the moment when the color of blood blended with the color of pitch black seemed particularly strange.
Landed!
In a trance, the feeling of weightlessness in Chen Anping's heart suddenly disappeared, and there were pieces of light and empty space under his feet.
Looking at the scene in front of him, he felt happy. Isn't this the place where his mother had been in the past?
"The blood-knocking door!"
Looking at the ancient and dark as ink blood-knocking door, the lintel is engraved with ancient runes twisted like snakes.
A strange pattern was outlined by runes. The pattern looked like a human figure but not like a human figure. It looked like an amphibian with an upright head and an extra pair of tentacles. Its six limbs were lying on the ground, revealing a pair of sharp fangs.
Not only that, each hand seemed to be wearing a ring with an unclear color, except for the ring on one hand that was missing.
"And come to the Blood Knocking Door!"
Chen Anping was startled, looking sideways for a long time, but he never felt the slightest breath fluctuation in the surroundings. So where did this ghostly voice come from?
"Who is speaking?"
His question did not receive any response, and the ghostly voice lingered in Chen Anping's ears again.
"Those who enter and knock at the door of blood should bow three times and knock nine times!"
Mother...
Did you perform this great ceremony back then?
Chen Anping stood alone in front of the gate and closed his eyes slightly, trying to sense the movements of his mother.
Slowly, a faint snow-white light rose from Chen Anping's body. The scene of Qin Shuang'er passing by in the past was already imprinted in the depths of Chen Anping's mind.
She knelt down reluctantly...
It took three full bows and nine knocks before the Blood Knocking Door opened.
Just where Qin Shuang'er knelt, there were traces of blood marks that could not be dissipated.
Chen Anping knelt down and stretched out his hand, feeling the trace of blood on the ground that was no longer noticeable with his fingers. His mood became heavier.
"Mom...you have suffered..."
Immediately, Chen Anping bent his knees and kowtowed towards the bloody door that was as black as ink.
Thumm!
A deep blood mark was branded in front of the Xue Knocking Gate, but there was no scar at all on Chen Anping's forehead.
Chen Anping could no longer think about too many other things. Another deep blood mark was imprinted on the ground, and then a third blood mark appeared.
Bye!
Chen Anping stood up with difficulty, clasped his hands together and worshiped devoutly.
Suddenly, the dark as ink Blood Knocking Door flashed with a blood-red light. The light flashed away and then shot directly into the center of Chen Anping's eyebrows.
"Hiss... my consciousness was actually taken away..."
Chen Anping could no longer calm down. If his consciousness was taken away by the other party, what would be the difference between himself and the walking zombie in the future?
No!
There may be something strange about this blood!
I can't continue to kowtow, otherwise I will definitely fall like this.
Chen Anping bit the tip of his tongue, trying to make his consciousness as clear as possible, and gathered all the strength in his body on his knees to stand up.
But no matter how much strength he used, he could not move his knees in this position.
"Those who enter the blood-knocking door must complete the posture of three bows and nine knocks, otherwise they will die!"
The majestic command sounded like thunder, suppressing Chen Anping's heart like a mountain.
Chen Anping's mind changed. While he was still conscious at this moment, he couldn't help but use his secret weapon.
"Don't be afraid! This may be a good thing for you!"
Chen Anping looked at Xiao Jiu in the dragon blood jade in confusion, "Would it be a good thing to be deprived of consciousness?"
"Do you know about soul tempering?"
Chen Anping listened calmly to the word "soul tempering", and his heart was already agitated.
What the ascetics cultivate is the Tao, they practice martial arts, they forge their weapons, and they temper their own souls.
Chen Anping's path to Taoism has surpassed that of most ascetics, and the spiritual energy in his body has been cultivated into the power of Xue Chen.
The skills he practices are even more mysterious, each move and style has a supreme secret, and the weapon is forged into an immortal product, leaving only the soul that has not been tempered much.
"Hmm!"
"I'll try!"
Chen Anping gritted his teeth to resist the oppressive feeling and concentrated all the power on his own soul.
Hence another prostrations as he slowly knelt down from his body, and four eye-catching blood marks on the ground were burned into Chen Anping's eyes.
The fifth time he kowtowed, the sixth time, the seventh time...
At the moment when the eighth time he kowtowed, Chen Anping could no longer hold on to the pain of his soul being torn apart in his body, and he let out a heartbreaking cry.
「Ah!」
Despite this, Chen Anping endured the opportunity of having his soul torn into pieces and finished the last prostrations.
"Kowtowing for the ninth time..."
The soul is broken!
His whole soul showed signs of being broken at this moment. Even if he tried to use spiritual power to consolidate his broken soul, it had no effect at all, causing him to almost faint from the pain.
The next second, Chen Anping only felt a churning bloody mist spreading in front of his eyes. Countless black shadows in the mist squirmed and collided before actually opening the blood-knocking door.
Zhizhizhi...
The dazzling light was imprinted behind the Blood Knocking Door, dispersing all the red color around it.
The heavy door eaves were gradually pushed open, and Chen Anping got his wish and retraced his mother's footsteps.
"Mom...Dad...I will definitely find you!"
Chen Anping endured his broken soul and stood up, limping towards the bloody door in front of him.
But at this moment, the nine traces caused by kowtow turned into a transparent wall of light, blocking Chen Anping's steps.
Chen Anping looked at the scene behind the light wall in horror. It was probably the place where his mother traced his past.
The interior of the Blood Knocking Gate was covered with layers of dark steps, and a sound of nothingness slowly sounded like an echo.
"Old friends are dying one after another, leaving only this thousand-story ladder of blood!"