Xiao Yang nodded when he heard Sikong Sheng's words.

Yeah, no big deal. I'll look for him in Yanjing later. Anyway, the human body's blood is always metabolizing. As long as he is alive, he can provide the sacred blood in the holy mouth of Sikong.

Xiao Yang couldn't help laughing at himself when he thought about it.

Is my own blood really the same kind of blood as the Emperor of Heaven thousands of years ago?

However, Xiao Yang thought it over carefully, Sikong Sheng's judgment may be right, his own blood is really that kind of extraordinary blood.

Otherwise, why can his blood be the key ingredient in...