Chapter 2947 Precious Life

"Fate soul really can't be equated with power level." Han Sen hesitated, took a drop of blood from the wound of the little goldfish, and threw it towards the tablet of fate.

Just like before, after the fate card absorbed the blood of the little goldfish, a four-digit number immediately appeared on the top of the tablet, and then jumped rapidly.

Originally, Han Sen didn't have much hope. After all, the life soul of his mother, the big goldfish, was only 26 points. I'm afraid the little goldfish's life soul wouldn't be too heavy.

But the number on the Fate Tablet broke through three digits quickly, and it was still increasing at a crazy speed, breaking through four digits in just a moment.

"Fate souls are really strange. There is such a big difference in the weight of life souls related to blood relatives?" Han Sen became more and more surprised.

Emperor Jiuqian replied from the side: "Although the theory of fate soul has existed since ancient times, it is difficult to see the existence of fate soul under normal circumstances, and only rare treasures such as the fate tablet can prove the existence of fate soul from the side. Existence, but the weight of the soul is hard to say clearly. Some low-level beings have very heavy souls, while some high-level creatures have very light souls. Even blood-related creatures have different weights, so it is difficult to guess. What rules."

Han Sen nodded slightly, watching the number of the little goldfish's life and soul beating. After a while, the number of the little goldfish's life and soul stopped at 7493.

"There are more than 7,000 life souls, which are still far behind the ten thousand catties of life souls." Emperor Jiuqian sighed when he saw that the little goldfish's life soul test had stopped.

Master Gu Yuan also said: "It's a pity, if we can break through ten thousand, maybe we can get out of trouble."

"Master Gu Yuan, have you tested it?" Han Sen looked at Master Gu Yuan and asked.

"I have tested everything, ranging from a few hundred to a few thousand, no one can break through ten thousand catties, otherwise they will not be trapped here." Gu Yuan paused, looked at Han Sen and said: "Now here is only The rest of you father and daughter have not yet been tested, I hope that some of you father and daughter can break through the ten thousand catties of life soul, so that we have a chance of survival, otherwise we will all be trapped here to death."

Han Sen nodded slightly, forced a drop of blood from his fingertips, and threw it towards the Fate Tablet.

Han Sen's blood is also red, like a crystal ruby, falling on the Fate Tablet, shattered and absorbed by the Fate Tablet, turning the entire stone tablet into a crystal clear ruby.

The number on the top of the stele reappeared, beating rapidly, and as the number continued to increase, it soon broke through three digits.

"Sir, life is really precious, and it has broken through four digits so quickly. It is not difficult to break ten thousand catties." Jiuqiandi said flatteringly when he saw Han Sen's life soul weight exceeded one thousand.

"You think too highly of him." The head of Tiantian Palace said indifferently.

Others didn't know, but he knew very well that Han Sen came out of the sanctuary, and he had seen Han Sen's talent before, because his genetic status was very unstable, and his talent was only average.

Although there is no necessary relationship between the weight of the soul of life and the genetic talent, not many people know that the rules of the sanctuary will damage the soul of life.

The head of Zhentian Palace once wanted to break into the shelter by force, and suffered a loss in this regard, so he knew it very well.

The fact that the Jing Clan escaped into the shelter was known to many strong men of the race. Under those rules, if it was said that the Jing Clan's life soul coming out of it could break ten thousand catties, he would naturally not believe it.

Master Gu Yuan and the others were also staring at the number on the Fate Tablet. It was related to their escape from trouble, but they were hoping that Han Sen's combined soul could break through ten thousand catties.

When Emperor Jiuqian heard the words of the head of Zhentian Palace, he said in a cold voice with some anger: "Young master's life is unspeakably precious, how can someone with such a cheap life as you be able to measure it."

"Really? Then I want to see how precious his life is." The head of Zhentian Palace said lightly, but the expression made Emperor Jiuqian very unhappy, wishing he could go up and slap him to death.

"Five thousand..." A member of the Huang Ji clan saw that Han Sen's life soul weight had exceeded five thousand, and couldn't help feeling a little hope in his heart.

"Eight thousand..." Gu Yuan's eyes changed a little.

After 9,000 years, even the head of Tiantian Palace showed surprise in his eyes. He obviously couldn't believe that Han Sen, who came out of the shelter, would have such a heavy soul.

"It's strange, the rules in the sanctuary will obviously weaken the soul of life, how can he have such a heavy fate when he comes out of the sanctuary?" The head of Zhentian Palace frowned secretly.

As the numbers keep jumping, the distance to 9999 is getting closer and closer. Several deities of the Huangji Clan couldn't help but hold their breath, staring at the numbers on the stone tablet, hoping that the numbers would jump faster. Break through the limit quickly.

Finally, under the gaze of everyone, the four digits on the stele reached the full value of nine and became 9999. At the same time, the numbers on the stele of destiny also paused for a moment.

This pause was only less than a second, but in the eyes of several deities of the Huangji Clan, it seemed as long as a century.

In the next second, the numbers on the stele jumped again, but this jump did not increase the value, instead all the numbers returned to zero and returned to their original state.

Everyone was stunned, and a deification of the Huangji clan said: "What's going on? Didn't it mean that if you break through 10,000 jin, you can get rid of the suppression of the Fate Monument? Why did the weight of the soul suddenly return to zero?"

"I'm afraid it's not that Han Sen's soul weighs exactly 9999, which is almost less than 10,000 catties?"

"Go to the back of the stele and see if Han Sen's soul is reflected on it."

Everyone was about to turn around to take a look, but suddenly they saw the radiance above the Fate Tablet, stained by Han Sen's blood like a ruby ​​Fate Tablet, radiating ten thousand zhang rays of light, as if there were thousands of clouds flowing .

The entire earth trembled accordingly, and the radiant stele of fate slowly rose from the ground, gradually leaving the ground and floating in the void.

"Roar!" Just when everyone was in doubt, they heard a beast roaring like a dragon and a tiger from the tablet of fate. In the next second, everyone saw a red tablet of fate. Turned into a holy white, a jade-white unicorn holy beast stepped out from the stele, and the holy light on its body was like the sun, illuminating the entire dark sanctuary.

The dilapidated land, ruined buildings, and various damaged instruments, Han Sen and the others could see everything around them clearly with the help of the intense holy light emanating from the holy unicorn.

In addition, there are fairy-like figures floating above the ruins, but the bodies of those fairies are translucent, like blue jelly.

"That's Kongmei..." Han Sen suddenly remembered Jiuqiandi's description of Kongmei.