Chapter 1462 Stealing True Blood
The moment he saw those blood and qi wolf smokes, Zhang Qian showed a look of joy. There were as many as twelve kinds of blood and qi wolf smokes, which were clearly emitted by the true blood of the twelve ancestor witches.

Swish!
Canyu flew to the stone platform and saw twelve towering stone tablets on the huge platform.

The twelve stone tablets have different colors, and each emits different law fluctuations. Among them are the laws of space, the laws of time, the laws of thunder, and so on, corresponding to the twelve laws contained in the bloodlines of the twelve ancestor witches.

"What a strange stone tablet!"

The broken jade stopped near one of the stone tablets. Zhang Qian took a look and found that he had no idea what material this thousand-foot-high stone tablet was made of. It was engraved with dense patterns, and the patterns were arranged in an extremely mysterious way, as if they were natural patterns of the Dao.

Moreover, these lines vaguely formed a mysterious formation, but Zhang Qian couldn't understand what kind of formation it was. What was even more strange was that as long as he stared at these lines, a vague shadow would involuntarily appear in his mind. The shadow was towering and majestic, which made Zhang Qian immediately think of Pangu.

"These lines hold a big secret!"

In an instant he realized that the patterns on these stone tablets contained horrifying secrets.

After looking at it carefully for a while, he found that the lines became more and more complicated, and seemed to be constantly changing. After looking at it for a long time, he felt dizzy.

"How can this be!"

He was greatly surprised. He was a Golden Immortal, but he felt dizzy just by looking at these patterns.

He wanted to record these lines, but found helplessly that he couldn't do it at all, because these lines were constantly changing and were different at every moment. Even if he recorded them, they would only be the appearance at a certain moment and would be useless.

"The true blood of the ancestor witch!"

Blinking his eyes, Zhang Qian stopped looking at these lines. He turned his gaze and immediately let out a low cry. At the top of the thousand-foot-high stone tablet, a group of real blood containing terrifying power gathered.

This ball of real blood is about ten feet in diameter. It is connected to the stone tablet below. Strands of real blood fall onto the stone tablet and flow along the constantly changing patterns on the stone tablet.

During the flowing process, Zhang Qian keenly felt that something magical was integrated into the real blood.

It is a strange power, like blood, like origin!
"I understand! No wonder each witch created by the twelve witch ancestors is different. They all have their own paths and unlimited growth potential. It turns out that at the beginning of creation, when the true blood of the witch ancestors flowed through these lines, they were branded with different foundations by these ever-changing lines, making the foundation of each witch created different!"

These patterns are changing all the time, making the things imprinted in the true blood different, and the witches created in this way will also be different.

The true bodies of the witch clan are not the same. Although they usually appear in tall human form, their true bodies are strange in shape. For example, the great witch Qiang Yi has three heads and six arms, and other great witches are also different.

This is because when the Twelve Ancestral Witches created them, their true blood flowed through the stone tablet, leaving different imprints.

"It's really amazing. These twelve stone tablets are simply supreme artifacts of creation!"

Zhang Qian exclaimed in admiration, but he did not seem to be envious. It was obvious that these twelve stone tablets were only useful in the hands of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. They would be useless if they fell into the hands of others.

After understanding the methods used by the twelve ancient witches to create the witch clan, Zhang Qian looked at the real blood on the top of the stone tablet. With a thought, the broken jade flew over and came close to the ball of real blood.

Swish!
The broken jade emitted a white jade-colored divine light, which slowly spread and disappeared into the pool of real blood in the blink of an eye.

"Sure enough, there is a brand!"

In an instant, Zhang Qian discovered the mark of the Ancestral Witch in his true blood. As long as this mark was disturbed, the Twelve Ancestral Witches would immediately notice it.

Thanks to the magic of the broken jade, the divine light it emitted carefully avoided the mark of the ancestor witch and began to slowly extract the real blood.

After a while, drops of real blood as small as dust followed the white jade divine light and entered the broken jade.

Zhang Qian immediately used the treasure bottles that he had prepared. These treasure bottles were specially made by him to seal the true blood of the ancestor witch.
The terrifying thing is that, although only a speck of real blood was used, when it fell into the vase, it actually caused a thunderous shock. Each drop was so heavy that it seemed as if it wanted to smash the vase through.

An endless supply of the Ancestral Witch's true blood was extracted by Canyu. Although each time there was only a drop the size of dust, little by little it accumulated into a lot. Soon, a ball of the Ancestral Witch's true blood, one foot in radius, had accumulated in the vase.

Zhang Qian thought for a moment and stopped extracting. The real blood on the top of the stone tablet was only about ten feet in radius. He had extracted so much, which was already the limit. If he extracted more, it would be immediately discovered by the Ancestral Witch Mark in the real blood. He only extracted the blood next to the Ancestral Witch Mark.

"Next!"

The broken jade moved and flew to the next stone tablet. There was also a ball of the ancestor witch's real blood on the top of this stone tablet, which was filled with the mysteries of the explosive law of thunder.

"It should be Qiangliang's real blood!"

The residual jade divine light spread, covering the ball of real blood and began to extract it again.

As time passed, Zhang Qian flew over one stone tablet after another, and each time he drew out a pool of the Ancestral Witch's true blood in an area of ​​about a foot in radius.

Slowly, the twelve vases were filled with the true blood of the Ancestral Witch.

This kind of harvest gave him a great sense of satisfaction. Thinking about the contributions made by Shi Zu, Di Jiang only rewarded him with a small drop of the ancestor witch's true blood, but he got so much.

The true bodies of the Twelve Ancestral Witches were all extremely huge, and no one knew how much true blood they had. However, they only gave a little to the Stone Ancestor, which showed that the Twelve Ancestral Witches were reluctant to give it up.

"It's more than enough, and it can also bring great fortune to Qiang Yi!"

He collected so much true blood of the ancestor witches that he could not use it all up, so he planned to give Qiangyi some luck. Qiangyi was a great witch created by the ancestor witch Dijiang. If he obtained the true blood of the other eleven ancestor witches, then Qiangyi's bloodline would most likely return to its original state and approach the true blood of Pangu.

Even if he just gets close, there will be earth-shaking changes. With the true blood of the twelve ancestor witches in his body, Qiang Yi will definitely make a leap forward and evolve another kind of strange bloodline.

Maybe he will become the thirteenth ancestor of the witch clan!

Nodding with satisfaction, Zhang Qian did not stay any longer and controlled the broken jade to fly out of Pangu Temple.

Because of the magical power of the remnant jade, his theft of the Ancestral Witch's true blood was not discovered by anyone. It might be a long time before the Twelve Ancestral Witches would realize something was wrong.

Not long after, the broken jade flew out of Pangu Temple silently and went far away. Then Zhang Qian went directly through the Dongyuan Sword Gourd and appeared in the blessed land cave inside Taiwu Mountain.

"My Lord, did you succeed?"

After being informed by Zhang Qian that Qiang Yi was coming, he asked excitedly.

"Of course it is, Qiangyi, I am going to give you a great fortune! You are a descendant of the Emperor Jiang bloodline, and you have the blood of Emperor Jiang in your body. If you merge the true blood of the other eleven ancestor witches, you will have every hope of becoming the thirteenth ancestor witch!"

Qiang Yi was overjoyed and said excitedly: "It all depends on the Lord's rebirth. But if I merge the true blood of the other eleven ancestor witches, wouldn't this matter be hidden?"

"No problem!" Zhang Qian smiled confidently, "If you merge the true blood of all the ancestors of witches, your own blood will evolve towards the source of blood and get closer to Pangu.

Although it is only a slight closeness, it is enough to make the blood after the fusion undergo earth-shaking changes and become another bloodline, a bloodline close to Pangu's true blood.

By that time, how could the twelve witch ancestors know that your bloodline evolved from the fusion of twelve kinds of true blood? Besides, this kind of fusion must be done by me, otherwise if you force the fusion yourself, you will explode directly and die.

I will use the most precious treasure, the Hongmeng Wanhua Ding, to help you perfectly integrate the twelve kinds of ancestral witch bloodlines and sublimate them to the utmost!"

(End of this chapter)