Chapter 385 A New Way to Cultivate the Body?

According to the records or legends of this world, all the human bloodlines in this world are inherited from the original human ancestors. If these people can restore their bloodlines to the purity of the human race one day, they will have the power comparable to that of the human ancestors.

Therefore, the strong men in this world will purify their bloodlines while strengthening their bodies, and among their descendants, the ones who can inherit the purest bloodline of these strong men, the better their talents, and the higher their achievements in the future.

"The way of bloodline?" Pei Xuanjing chewed on these words, his eyes flickered, and some ideas emerged in his mind.

In Pei Xuanjing's original world in his previous life, or in the Ming world, there was a saying: Kings, princes, generals, and ministers, are they of the same kind?

However, these records and legends of this world, and the facts he has seen now, all prove one point, that this is a world where kings and princes have different kinds.

The stronger the bloodline of a strong man, the greater the chance that his descendants will become strong.

It can be said that if ordinary people do not have opportunities, their innate talents will be inferior to others, and they will lag behind from the moment they are born.

Pei Xuanjing frowned slightly. He didn't like this kind of world.

However, this kind of blood method is actually very inspiring to him.

In the original cultivation method of the Daming world, the richness of the blood of ordinary warriors is actually related to polishing. However, after he was promoted to the spiritual realm, he focused on refining the orifices in the refining of essence, and focused on pursuing the infinite power of the primordial energy to draw the power of heaven and earth in the refining of qi. The attention to blood gradually decreased, and even gave up in the end, becoming a chicken rib.

"But what if I can use the pure blood method to condense my blood?" Pei Xuanjing boldly hypothesized in his heart.

Originally, refining orifices is the development of the physical body, and the growth of one's own blood is just an instinct that grows with the growth of the physical body, without too much attention.

If I use this pure blood technique to condense my blood, does it mean that I can make myself stronger?

With an idea in mind, Pei Xuanjing naturally began to make bold attempts.

Half a year later, Pei Xuanjing came out of seclusion and followed the Blue King to a place outside the boundary pass, where the human race and the demon race will compete.

A building similar to the ancient Roman Colosseum, surrounded by huge stone pedestals built high in a rough style, surrounded by dozens of miles.

In the center, there is a huge arena with countless traces on it, full of black and red stains, obviously the color of dried blood, which is the place where the human race and the demon race compete.

"Here is the arena for the competition between my human race and the demon race!" Blue King introduced to Pei Xuanjing.

He looked serious and said: "On the arena, the strong men of the same realm in the two races fight against each other. There is no need to follow any rules. The one who survives is the winner. The loser cannot even keep his bones."

Simple, rough, without too clear rules, just full of naked law of the jungle and natural selection.

Those who are not of my race must have different hearts.

There is not so much gentleness and courtesy between races. There is only a collision of strength and strength. Only powerful races are qualified to dominate everything and set rules.

The weak can only obey and be slaughtered!

"I understand!" Pei Xuanjing had a clearer understanding of the struggle between the human race and the demon race in this world.

Born in the human race, he did not like to see the human race become food for monsters even in this world where projections were possessed.

Not long after the human race arrived, the demon race also arrived. The two sides clearly occupied half of the area.

After the two sides arrived, there was nothing to say, and each sent people to the field.

In such a competition, ordinary soldiers and centurions were not qualified to participate. Only thousand captains, generals and kings could take action.

According to the agreement, each race in each realm sent different numbers of strong men to participate in the competition. In the end, the race with the most wins became the winner of this century-long competition.

Of course, the weights represented by the strong men of different realms are completely different. For example, the thousand-man-level duels are the most numerous, with as many as a thousand games, but they only account for one-sixth of the victory and defeat of the big games, while the general-level duels have a hundred games, but the victory and defeat account for one-third of them. As for the final victory and defeat, it lies in the remaining ten king-level duels.

Such duel calculations sound very complicated, but in fact they are very simple, because this arena is originally a strange treasure, and the victory and defeat of the battle between the human race and the monster race will be determined by the strange treasure, which is very fair, and everyone can clearly see the victory and defeat of each game.

Pei Xuanjing sat high on a stone chair, with a cold face and calm eyes, just coldly watching the fights between the human race and the monster race on the arena, unmoved at all.

The human warriors at the thousand-man-level correspond to the big monsters of the monster race. Such big monsters have great wisdom, and with the talents of the monster race, each one is not easy to deal with.

In Pei Xuanjing's life simulation, he died in the hands of such a big monster.

All the human and demon races were staring at the fight on the ring, because it was related to the fate of their races for the next hundred years. No one dared to take it lightly, even the human princes and demon kings.

The competition between the human and demon races has always been the most brutal one. There is no victory or defeat, only life and death. All the human and demon races who stepped onto the ring either killed their opponents or were killed by their opponents. There was no third way.

Therefore, from the first competition, even if it was only a battle at the level of a thousand captains, it was extremely brutal. The human warriors lost and were swallowed by the ferocious monsters, leaving no bones left. The great demon was defeated and was cut into pieces by the human race, where the essence and blood were refined and the flesh and blood were eaten.

After ten days of fighting, the previous competition between the captain level and the general level came to an end. The human race had a considerable advantage and could be regarded as a small lead.

But no one dares to take it lightly, because the final outcome still needs the action of the human princes and the demon king.

The human prince who was the first to fight was a prince of average strength. Unexpectedly, this prince was defeated and died, which greatly reduced the morale of the human camp.

Therefore, in order to save morale, the human race sent King Xuan again. Originally, all the races had high hopes for this powerful prince, but they did not expect the demon race to dispatch the tiger demon king and directly kill him with his tyrannical strength, causing The prince lost the second battle again.

In the Battle of the Princes, they lost two games in a row at the beginning, which undoubtedly cast a shadow on the hearts of all human beings.

Pei Xuanjing frowned slightly and said to King Lan: "The next third battle, I will do it!"