Chapter 431: The Seventh Level of "Ancestral Blood Art", Huge Improvement

Ziyuan Ancestor hangs outside the sky, his eyes are deep.

His eyes fell on Qi Yuan.

When he saw Qi Yuan going to see Ziyuan Daxue, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

After so many years, Gujing Wubo's heart has become turbulent.

"Is there something wrong with this guy?"

That's right, Qi Yuan now secretly found Ziyuan Daxue.

The first thing he said was: "I want to ask you something!"

What's up?

"Does our ancestor have a long-lost father outside?"

ah?

"The meeting gift my ancestor gave me was the Black Demon's ancestral blood. It was so good to me that I have some doubts..."

After meeting Ziyuan Daxue, he just let it go, but in the end he went to sweep the floor, take out the garbage, and go fishing.

Anyone you see is Erlian.

Does the ancestor have any father left behind?

The meeting gift my ancestor gave me was the blood of the Black Demon ancestor!

That's right, asking a random passerby when you see him scares many monks in Ziyuantian to death.

He even said that he did not even let go of the unborn child in his belly.

Through someone else's mother's belly, directly say that the ancestor sent the blood of the Black Demon Ancestor, does the ancestor have an ancestor left behind?

Anyway, in half a day, thousands of people in Ziyuantian were questioned by Qi Yuan.

At this moment, on the steep mountain top, red magma was flowing, exuding rich heat.

The earth is dry and cracked, and magma bubbles from time to time.

Qi Yuan's figure froze.

An unceremonious voice sounded from his ear: "What are you doing here?"

The one who spoke was An Xunlu.

Her expression was cold, her hands were folded across her chest, and she looked at Qi Yuan with some fear.

After all, she just offended Qi Yuan a few days ago. Now that Qi Yuan is here, it is easy for her to think that he wants to take revenge on her.

"I came here to ask you something!" Qi Yuan said secretly.

An Xunlu narrowed his eyes: "What's the matter?"

"Do you know that our ancestor has a father who is still alive outside?" Qi Yuan asked seriously.

An Xunlu and Heijian are very familiar with each other.

Black Sword is the most talented person in Black Demon Abyss, and the light of hope may know many secrets.

"What are you talking about?" An Xunlu didn't understand Qi Yuan's words.

"That's it. Didn't my ancestor give me a meeting gift?" Qi Yuan continued.

An Xunlu turned her head, and the fire of the magma reflected her white face, making her face look particularly red: "So you are here to show off this matter?"

She seemed to have seen through Qi Yuan's little thoughts and didn't care at all.

The ancestors valued it and giving it a treasure might make other people jealous and envious, but she would not.

Her future man will be Black Sword.

The nine ancestors of the Black Demonic Abyss all treated him with care.

"What's showing off? I'm just confused. I'm asking sincerely." Qi Yuan couldn't help but retort.

What about trust between people?

Oh, I forgot, the other party is not a human race.

"Hey, what gift did the ancestor give you?" An Xunlu said with a smile.

It might be a little precious, so Xue Gong couldn't help but come over and lick it.

But she is different. Following Heijian, she has seen too many precious treasures.

"The ancestor gave me the Black Demon's ancestral blood." Qi Yuan said, taking out the Black Demon's ancestral blood and exposing half of it in front of An Xunlu.

An Xunlu's pupils suddenly dilated, and his rapid breathing caused his chest and abdomen to rise and fall: "This...how is it possible!"

How could it be the ancestral blood of the Black Demon!

This is the blood of the Black Demon Ancestor!

In the Black Demon Abyss, the Black Demon's ancestral blood is more precious than the rare treasures of creation.

Even Yang Shen in the Perfect Realm is not qualified to obtain it.

Only ancestors in the realm of great principles are eligible to obtain it.

The original Moluo clan was expelled after Moluojing swallowed some of the blood of the Black Demon ancestors.

Until now, Black Sword is not eligible to receive the blood of the Black Demon Ancestor.

How could the blood robe happen?

"Impossible, the Black Demon's ancestral blood is the treasure of our ancestors, how could it be given to you!" An Xunlu didn't believe it.

But the aura coming from the storage bag was clearly the blood of the Black Demon's ancestor.

As a bloodline of the Black Demon Abyss, he can admit his father is wrong, but it is absolutely impossible to admit the blood of the Black Demon Ancestral Blood.

"What? Treasure in the palm of your hand? Is your ancestor a duck?" Qi Yuan was a little confused.

An Xunlu took a deep breath and calmed down: "You really did it. I didn't expect that my ancestor could give you the blood of the Black Demon.

But...even if he has the blood of the Black Demon Ancestor, the number one person in the younger generation of the Black Demon Abyss is Brother Black Sword, not you.

No matter how hard you try, you can only see the back of the black sword! "

An Xunlu puffed up his chest and said proudly.

"Hey, I don't want to compete with Black Sword for first place, don't talk nonsense." Qi Yuan was speechless.

He is afraid of society and why is he fighting for a false reputation as the number one?

"Hmph!" An Xunlu was very proud and walked away without even wanting to talk to Qi Yuan.

In fact, her teeth were almost broken.

That is the Black Demon Ancestral Blood, a treasure that every monk with the Black Demon Abyss bloodline cannot refuse.

"Alas, it seems that this is another unsolved mystery of the world."

Qi Yuan sighed.

Logically speaking, it is most reasonable to ask Zi Yuantian's ancestors about this kind of thing.

After all, you’ll know the answer just by asking.

But Qi Yuan has a high emotional intelligence, so he can't ask Zi Yuantian's ancestors face to face to avoid embarrassment.

…

At this moment, outside the sky, Zi Yuanzu was so angry that his beard was trembling.

"This guy has such an out-of-touch personality!"

After half a day, he lost all face.

At this time, the space fluctuated, a stream of wisdom circulated, and a shadow appeared beside Ziyuan Ancestor.

"Old Liu, you actually gave the blood of the Black Demon Ancestor to the blood robe!"

The visitor was the third elder who had recently separated from Ziyuan Ancestor.

There was a hint of surprise and confusion in his eyes.

Even if the talent of the blood robe reaches the Great Principle and can still master the Supreme Principle, it is not worth them... losing their own huge profits.

"Oh, the Black Demon Ancestor has a lot of blood recently and can't use it up." Zi Yuan Ancestor said randomly, obviously not wanting to answer directly.

The third elder's expression changed again and again, and then he sighed again: "The sixth elder, it seems that you still have complaints against the master. Back then..."

When Zi Yuanzu heard this, the smile on his face disappeared.

"It has nothing to do with Master." He replied calmly.

The three elders obviously did not agree with Zi Yuanzu's words.

"You give the Black Demon Ancestor your blood in the blood robe, hoping that he can defeat... the Black Sword... and prove to Master that you are right.

But...the origin of the Black Sword is the blood of the Black Demon Ancestor. No matter how talented the Blood Robe is, he cannot be his opponent! "The three elders are sorry.

It seems that what happened at the beginning had a heavy impact on Lao Liu, and he is still worried about it now.

"Hmph, I'm too lazy to explain. Whatever you think is what it is, don't bother me!"

Zi Yuanzu waved his hand, and the figure of the third child disappeared.

In the huge space, only Zi Yuanzu was left.

There was a look of dissatisfaction on his face: "You actually think of me as such a stingy person?"

Immediately, the dissatisfaction turned into secret joy: "Hmph, that's good, they won't pay too much attention to the blood robe."

…

Time flies.

It is especially quiet among the steel buildings.

Ziyuan Xiaolu, who was cleaning the house, had already finished cleaning and disappeared.

Qi Yuan was the only one left in the cold building.

"The "Ancestral Blood Art" is at the seventh level."

Qi Yuan stood up, feeling refreshed.

In three months, "Ancestral Blood Art" entered the seventh level.

The cultivation strength of Wandao Martial God is also a qualitative leap.

"Stepping into the ninth level of the "Ancestral Blood Art", I must be able to withstand the truth with just the cultivation of the Ten Thousand Dao Martial God.

If it were full level, wouldn't it be possible to defeat the Great Principle? "

Qi Yuan was in a good mood.

Back in reality, his cultivation has stagnated and his progress is very low.

This kind of growth is much slower than playing games.

But I didn't expect that there would be such an unexpected surprise as "Ancestral Blood Art".

The Wandao Martial God's cultivation has improved, and his natural magical power, the Bird Fist, has also been advanced.

Vaguely, he understood the meaning of the sword and suddenly understood the explosive sword that kills flying birds.

This sword is much more powerful than the Explosive Flying Bird Fist.

For bird creatures, add attack.

"It's a pity that the cultivation of "Ancestral Blood Art" is too difficult. I have worked so hard and devoted my life to practice, and also cooperated with the Black Demon Ancestral Blood. It took three months to reach the seventh level!"

"Alas, my talent is still too low. If it were like Black Sword, I would probably have it at full level by now."

"I don't have enough talent, but I have to collect resources. How can I get more blood of the Dark Demon Ancestor?"

Qi Yuan thought.

Swallowing the blood of the Black Demon Ancestor can increase the speed of his cultivation.

However, the blood of the Black Demon Ancestor is very precious, especially precious.

Except for those few great principles, the rest of the Yang gods are almost not qualified to obtain it.

"We have to find an opportunity to explode their ancestor's gold coins." Qi Yuan thought, "Should we shed blood to recognize our relatives and let him recognize me as his father?"

Qi Yuan was thinking wildly.

At this moment, a clear voice like a lark came.

"Is Senior Brother Blood-robed here?"

"Pink Horn Girl, come in!"

Qi Yuan waved his hand, and the door of the cave opened, and Ziyuan Xiaolu, wearing a pink pleated skirt, entered.

Seeing Qi Yuan's face, Ziyuan Xiaolu's blush spread to her ears. She lowered her head and whispered: "Brother Xuepao, the Heavenly Lord will teach you in a while. I'll ask you to come with me and listen to Yang Shen's speech." road.

By the way, there are important things to announce this time when the Heavenly Lord teaches. "

In the Black Demon Abyss, Yang Shen will give lectures in person every once in a while.

Those who are qualified to listen to the lectures are the real core geniuses of Black Demon Abyss.

In the entire Zi Yuan Tian, ​​only less than a hundred geniuses can participate.

"Oh, really, then I'll go over with you and take a look."

Anyway, he had just finished practicing now and he felt very weak. He needed to take a breather, so he went to listen.

After all, Ziyuan Xiaolu had called him three months ago for this Heavenly Master.

After the two of them finished speaking, they flew together to the place where Tianzun taught.

"How is Senior Brother Xuepao's practice of the "Ancestral Blood Art" going?" Ziyuan Xiaolu asked curiously.

"My talent is not good enough, it's hard to move forward!" Qi Yuan sighed.

"Ancestral Blood Jue" is too difficult.

"Senior brother is so talented and has the blood of the Black Demon Ancestor. All he lacks is time!"

"We are still short of resources. I really want to drink some more of the Black Demon Ancestor's blood." Qi Yuan said greedily.

There are many good things in the upper world.

"Even my ancestors don't have much blood of the Black Demon Ancestor. It's really enviable that Senior Brother can get it." Ziyuan Xiaolu said softly and waxy.

She thought of something and quickly reminded: "Senior brother, the news that you obtained the Black Demon's ancestral blood has now spread throughout the Black Demon Abyss. At this Tianzun Instruction Conference, many people are expected to be dissatisfied. You should be careful... "

Ziyuan Xiaolu was a little worried.

If such a pretty face of senior brother was stained by someone, how could she take a peek at such a pretty face?

"Don't worry, I always convince people with reason!" Qi Yuan didn't care at all.

The two of them took the teleportation array and left Ziyuan Heaven and entered Black Demon Heaven.

Black Demon Heaven is the place where the Heavenly Venerable taught this time.

Qi Yuan, led by Ziyuan Xiaolu, came to a mountain peak.

At this time, the mountain peak was full of figures, nearly a thousand people.

Each figure exuded an extremely powerful aura.

Everyone here, if they get the holy land of the first heaven, is qualified to be a son of the Holy Son.

Ziyuan Daxue was very unpositioned and lay lazily.

"Why is the Mi Luo fairy energy supplied by the Heavenly Venerable this time less than half? Is our Black Demon Abyss going to be destroyed?"

She raised the wine glass and took a sip of the Mi Luo fairy energy in it, and the fairy energy was gone.

Next to him, a man with a five-pointed star on his forehead smiled bitterly and said, "Senior sister, don't talk nonsense. Recently... the Moluo clan has not paid tribute."

"Ah?" Ziyuan Daxue was stunned. "How dare those people not pay tribute?"

She has been to the fifth heaven and seen the cowardly look of the Moluo clan.

When they see the people of the Black Demon Abyss, they directly regard them as their fathers and ancestors.

They have to pay tribute to the Black Demon Abyss during festivals, just to return to the sixth heaven.

But they suddenly became tough and stopped paying tribute.

She was naturally puzzled.

"I don't know, maybe... the Moluo clan is ready to completely cling to the thigh of Taihuang Palace." The man with a star on his head said.

He is also one of the five demons of Ziyuantian.

"Humph, this Moluo clan is a bit bold."

At this time, a dissatisfied voice sounded, and a tall man came over, exuding a cold breath, like an ice sword.

The Tianjiao present saw this man and showed awe and fear.

In the Black Demon Abyss, when there is no Black Sword, Ice Sword is the most respected.

Ice Sword is the first-tier prodigy, and the first prodigy, who is qualified enough to enter the Great Truth.

There are three prodigies like Ice Sword in the Black Demon Abyss.

Of course, this is only enough talent. It is not so easy to enter the Great Truth.

"When I enter the realm of Yang God, I must go to the Demon Luo clan." Ice Sword said, exuding a cold breath.

"I heard that Brother Bingjian's "Ancestral Blood Sutra" has entered the eighth level. I believe he will immediately raise the throne and enter the realm of Yang God!" At this time, a prodigy flattered.

Ice Sword's eyes were deep: "It's not worth mentioning if it's less than the ninth level."

Obviously, he has always regarded Black Sword as his goal.

"Humph, Brother Black Sword's "Ancestral Blood Sutra" has entered the tenth level!" At this time, An Xunlu said proudly, domineering.

When the prodigies present heard this, their faces changed drastically.

"It's already the tenth level?"

"Brother Black Sword has been practicing the "Ancestral Blood Art" for less than five thousand years, right?"

"Too exaggerated!"

The Tianjiao cultivators present were somewhat shocked.

The average time for those present to obtain the "Ancestral Blood Art" is more than ten thousand years.

But most of them are at the third or fourth level.

Those who have practiced to the fifth or sixth level can become demons of each heaven.

Only true Tianjiaos like Bingjian have reached the eighth level.

As for Black Sword, he is even more awe-inspiring, and it is difficult for people to compare with him.

"Hmph, if I had the blood of the Black Demon Ancestor, I might have a chance to see the tenth level now!" Bingjian's tone was full of complaints.

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Introduction: White Owl descended and raised his head. Not only did he see this bizarre and magnificent world, he also saw the career modifier he downloaded before crossing.

"Consume all the experience of the secondary profession [Biomechanician], [Mysticist], [Special Hypnotist], and turn it into millions of potential points, all upgrade and modify the main profession [Fighter]!"

"I... got the golden ultimate profession [God of Fighting]!"

The world's largest urban agglomeration, a rainy night.

On the ground, countless killers and fighters fought for life and death, and a large number of metal mechas and biological armor exploded and self-destructed. Blood and fire mixed, everything fell into primitive violence and chaos.

At the top of the tower, Bai Xiao stood quietly in the rain and darkness, like a stiff and terrifying statue. His scarlet eyes looked down, restrained with blood and cold with madness.

Leaping down, the windbreaker danced wildly.

The God of Fighting, descended on the final battlefield!

The cold voice echoed in the city sky.

"Next, I will kill everyone present! If you have the ability, come and stop me..."