After confirming Chu Yuan's inquiry, Qianhuatai gave another warning.
However, Chu Yuan didn't care about this warning. After all, this would not happen to him.
As a person, you must have your own bottom line.
"A blood sacrifice of one hundred thousand lives, does that mean slaughtering one hundred thousand lives? If I do that, I'll be hunted down no matter where I am, right?"
Even if he is the Marquis of Beiyuan of the Great Xia Dynasty, he cannot slaughter 100,000 lives at will, right?
"All it takes is the death of a hundred thousand lives, which is much easier to obtain on the battlefield."
Chu Yuan, who was originally having a headache, finally understood what Qianhuatai meant after hearing what he said.
It does not mean to kill 100,000 lives by yourself, but to cause the death of 100,000 lives.
The battlefield is a meat grinder of living beings, and it is not difficult to complete this task from there.
Although there are few wars around the Great Xia Dynasty, and even if there were, there would not be so many deaths, but don’t forget the players!
A large number of players die almost every day, but with the help of the resurrection function, this kind of thing is not difficult to accept.
However, the death of 100,000 players is also a big deal, and some arrangements must be made.
"Let me think about it. By the way, can you move? If you can only stay here, it will be a bit difficult to deal with."
Thinking of this question, Chu Yuan looked at the makeup table again.
"Others can't do it, but you can. You are a descendant of the founding clan. If even you can't do it, then no one can do it."
"However, I don't know how to do it. This is the ability of your founding clan."
Qianhuatai's words surprised Lone Peak Sword Shadow who was standing by. Although Lone Peak Sword Shadow knew a lot about Qianhuatai's affairs, the things between him and the Chuang Clan seemed to have been erased.
All we know is that the Ten Platforms of Fatian were created by a mysterious race. It can be said that the final right of interpretation lies in the hands of the founding race, but that race will not get involved in such matters.
At this moment, after learning that only the Chuang Clan could move the Lead Table that could not be taken away because of damage, Gufeng Jianying's expression was shocked.
Even I, a rebellious son of heaven, can't do it, so how can the founders of the mysterious race have such ability?
They are indeed the mysterious race that created the Lead Stage!
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