Chapter 434 Intelligent Micro-Detection Bug?

Under the leadership of Ziyuan Xiaolu, Qi Yuan took the teleportation array and returned to Ziyuantian.

"The Ancestral Blood Pavilion is a place to check the progress of Ancestral Blood cultivation. Every day, many people from Ziyuantian come here to check the progress.

Even a fringe monk with weak bloodline can become a core figure in the Black Demon Abyss if the "Ancestral Blood Art" reaches the sixth level.

Therefore, every monk in Ziyuan Tian and even Black Demon Abyss has been practicing the "Ancestral Blood Art" throughout his life. "

Ziyuan Xiaolu said calmly that she took Qi Yuan and flew in the sky.

Looking around, black mountains and rivers stretch as far as the eye can see, and some towns can be seen from time to time.

"After cultivating to the sixth level, you will become a serf and sing?" Qi Yuan said in surprise.

The core characters of Black Demon Abyss enjoy various privileges.

When he was in the fifth heaven, the reporting dog Qi Yuan met was a myth, but he had been working hard to become a core figure in the Black Demon Abyss.

Of course, although Qi Yuan also reported An Xunlu this time, he was a just reporter, so he should not be called a reporting dog, but a reporting man.

"But we devils don't have such restrictions. Under the Yang God, we have the highest status!" Ziyuan Xiaolu introduced Qi Yuan.

In Ziyuan Tian, ​​more than half of each generation of devils can enter the realm of the Yang God.

"If we can pay the price, we can even invite Yang Shen Tianzun to take action for us!" Ziyuan Xiaolu had an excited look on her face.

Yang Shen Tianzun is a majestic mountain.

It is unimaginable for the Yin God to ask the Yang God to take action below the sixth level.

"Oh, I can make four thousand sun gods spend thirty billion on me with just three words!" Qi Yuan didn't particularly care about Ziyuan Xiaolu's words.

Ziyuan Xiaolu opened her mouth, revealing her "O-bubbled fruit milk" mouth.

The figures of the two people also landed near the Ancestral Blood Pavilion.

Rather than saying it is the Ancestral Blood Pavilion, it is better to say it is the Ancestral Blood Kingdom.

A huge besieged city, stretching for an unknown number of miles, with over 100 million people living within it.

You know, these creatures are all monks.

Without enough space and spiritual energy, the progress of cultivation will be very slow.

Many creatures are indigenous and local people.

But more of them come from all walks of life in Ziyuantian.

There are six hundred worlds under the jurisdiction of Zi Yuan Tian.

A large number of monks come to conduct ancestral blood tests every day.

In this scene, some candidates similar to Blue Star came to take the imperial examination.

With one level of ancestral blood art, one can become a master in one's own world.

"Black Demon Abyss is indeed a powerful force in the Sixth Heaven, and Zi Mansion is not as good as a dog!"

Qi Yuan glanced over and saw thousands of Zifu before he even looked at them.

He is also a monk in the Purple Mansion Realm, so he is a little weak.

In the Ancestral Blood Pavilion, which stretches for an unknown number of miles, many monks lined up for testing.

Looking at it, it looks like a black dragon.

Many monks looked a little excited and clenched their fists.

Some young people are a little confused and a little lost.

This is also normal.

In the country he once lived in, he was perhaps among the top ten geniuses, and in the world, he was also ranked among the top three hundred.

But when you come to Ziyuantian's Ancestral Blood Pavilion, people like him... are just pure cabbage.

A strong man is not as good as a dog.

Tianjiao also has to line up in the bustling queue.

Seeing this scene, Qi Yuan was quite emotional.

There are many geniuses in a big place.

If you pick anyone here at random, you can probably beat Senior Brother Kang Fulu.

So, sometimes origin is also important.

"This queue will last until the Year of the Monkey?" Qi Yuan clicked his tongue.

To be honest, he didn't want to stand in line.

But, his morality and three views tell him to be fair and just, and to line up.

This made him feel as if he had met Sister Niujiao.

You have to understand the truth and make up for this shortcoming.

"Senior Brother Blood-robed, I'm a demon. There's no need to line up. Come with me."

Ziyuan Xiaolu said with a smile.

Qi Yuan blinked when he heard this.

Is there such a good thing?

No need to queue, the mood is soothing.

But...in my heart...

Qi Yuan suddenly admired some fellow villagers on Blue Star.

Ability to automatically adjust one's three views to benefit oneself.

If he understood such a perfect truth, wouldn't he be invincible?

"Let's go!" Qi Yuan said softly.

The two people turned into streams of light and swaggered towards the Ancestral Blood Pavilion.

When the monks queuing up below saw this, some looked curious.

"How can they fly directly!"

"Those are Mozi, some of the strongest people in the entire Ziyuantian bloodline!"

"I didn't expect that I would have the chance to meet Demon Son in this life."

Under the watchful eyes of a group of people, Qi Yuan and Ziyuan Xiaolu came to the Ancestral Blood Pavilion.

As soon as we landed, a white-haired old man trotted over to greet us, with a particularly kind look on his face: "Greetings to the two devils!"

"Well, I'm here to test the progress of "Ancestral Blood Art" and convert it into contributions." Qi Yuan went straight to the point and didn't want to waste time here.

The old man hunched over and said, "Your Highness, Demon Son, please come with me."

Ziyuan Xiaolu did not follow.

Stepping into the testing area of ​​Ancestral Blood Pavilion, Qi Yuan looked calm and glanced around.

Different from the imagined fairy atmosphere, the atmosphere in the Ancestral Blood Pavilion is very gloomy, gray and blood-red.

The huge blood-red chandelier looked extremely weird.

A river of blood divided the room in half.

In the river of blood, Qi Yuan's eyes saw many tiny creatures.

The size of those creatures is only as big as bacteria.

Densely packed, they seem to be alive.

"Please, Your Highness, pour the blood spirit aura of the "Ancestral Blood Art" you practice into the blood river.

The blood spirits in the blood river will feel your blood and then determine how many levels you are at."

The old man said in a low voice, with some expectation in his eyes.

This Your Highness, the Demon, seems to have only been in the Black Demon Abyss for less than half a year.

It has been a short time since he practiced the "Ancestral Blood Art", but he came to be tested.

This made the old man sigh, no wonder the other party was a demon, he was the gatekeeper.

It took him ten years to practice the "Ancestral Blood Art" and he just entered the first level.

Not compared with those demons, it is still very good.

This blood-robed demon has been practicing for less than half a year, and now... one level, or two levels, or... the legendary three levels?

After thinking about it, he shook his head immediately.

Black Sword entered the third level in half a month, and the fourth level in three months.

This is the fastest record in the history of the entire Black Demon Abyss.

Except for Black Sword, no one else can practice to the third level in a year.

Ordinary demons also enter the first level in about a year.

So he estimated that the blood-robed demons were most likely to be in the first level, and a little more likely to be in the second level.

Qi Yuan listened to the old man's explanation, his eyes fell on the strange creatures in the blood river, and he had a look of surprise in his eyes.

[Intelligent micro-detection insects can detect the progress of the "Ancestor Blood Sutra" practice.

The network link is in a broken and free state. ]

His eyes saw the different breath of the blood spirit.

Why is this speech a bit sci-fi?

It doesn't match the immortal way?

No, it can't be said that way.

Because the immortal way and science fiction, to some extent, have the same goal.

"Where did you get this blood river?" Qi Yuan asked curiously.

The old man was a little confused: "This... I don't know."

"Can you give me some? My house is too empty and I don't have a pet." Qi Yuan stretched out his hand for something.

This embarrassed the old man.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, just a little bit."

"Thank you, I'll give you a good person card."

Qi Yuan said, taking out a card from his arms. He held a brush and wrote the three words "good person card" on it.

"Look, your good person certificate!"

The old man saw this scene and couldn't help but smile bitterly. He took the "good person card" and said, "Thank you, His Highness Mozi for giving it to me."

When His Highness Mozi ascends to the Yangshen Tianzun, his ink... will be worth some money?

The old man said, waving his hand, collecting the water of the blood river and putting it into a golden bowl.

The small golden bowl contains ten thousand pounds of water.

"I wonder if it's enough?" The old man asked cautiously.

He was actually a little puzzled that there were still people interested in this blood river.

This blood river has no use except to measure the progress of "Ancestor Blood Art".

"Enough." Qi Yuan took the golden bowl.

"Okay, I'll test it."

Qi Yuan said, and "Ancestor Blood Art" began to operate.

His thoughts were also flying.

Should I cover it up?

Generally speaking, cultivators will hide their weaknesses.

Immediately, he shook his head.

What the hell.

He really wanted to tell Ziyuantian's ancestor, "Hit the ancestral blood!"

He wanted to quickly improve his cultivation and increase his self-protection ability.

Without thinking too much, Qi Yuan's "Ancestral Blood Art" was running wildly.

The old man looked at it carefully, staring at the blood river, with an expectant look in his eyes.

About a breath of time passed, and the old man's eyes lit up: "The blood has not decreased after a column. His Highness Mozi is indeed not only on the first level, but is also sprinting to the second level."

Seeing this scene, the old man was convinced.

Why is the gap between people so big?

Entering the second level in half a year, this speed, in the entire Black Demon Abyss, is also ranked in the top ten, right?

He felt like witnessing history.

Tianjiao is emerging.

Ziyuantian, a true Tianjiao is about to emerge.

In the next breath, he widened his eyes: "Actually... three pillars!"

Three pillars of blood were seen spraying in the blood river.

This Blood Robe Demon Child...is really the first person under the Black Sword.

Except for the Black Sword, no one in the Black Demon Abyss has ever stepped into the third level within a year.

No wonder there are rumors outside that the ancestor wants to use the Blood Robe to compete with the Black Sword.

At first, the old man thought it was a bit far-fetched.

To make an inappropriate example, the Demon Child is a rare prodigy in ten thousand years, then the Black Sword is a rare prodigy in trillions of years.

He believes that the Blood Robe is better than other Demon Children and suppresses the Ice Sword, but he does not believe that it can reach the level of the Black Sword.

But at this moment...

He was breathing rapidly.

The ancestor has a good opinion.

But, once he was breathing rapidly, he could not stop.

Because, the blood river in front of him was spitting bubbles up frame by frame.

One by one, the blood pillars were rising madly.

After three pillars, there were four pillars, and five pillars!

The old man was stunned and completely shocked.

He looked at the blood river in front of him with disbelief, his head was confused.

"Seven... pillars?"

He widened his eyes, his pupils dilated, and his thoughts were in a mess.

How could there be seven pillars!

This is the seventh level!

If you practice the "Ancestral Blood Art" to the seventh level, you don't need to practice, just sleep every day, and have enough resources. After a hundred thousand years, you can directly enter the Yang God realm.

The seventh level is a watershed.

Among all the demons in the Nine Heavens today, only a handful of them have practiced the Ancestral Blood Art to the seventh level.

Now, there is one more person.

And the time they have practiced the Ancestral Blood Art... is all in ten thousand years.

As a result...

Blood robe for half a year?

The old man was completely confused, or he didn't know how to do it.

"Don't breathe in the cold air, I feel that this room is a bit hot, it's the seventh level, quickly change the contribution points for me!"

Qi Yuan stretched out his hand and began to ask for contribution points.

After all, he still had to go to the Theory of Taoism.

These words woke the old man up.

This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

After all, in less than half a year, the "Ancestral Blood Sutra" had reached the seventh level.

This was too shocking.

It was no less than the ancestor being killed by a three-year-old kid's fart.

"This... According to the process, I have to report it to my superiors." The old man said with difficulty.

The scene in front of him was too exaggerated, too dreamy, and seemed fake.

It was like on the Blue Star, your neighbor said that he won the first prize in the lottery, with a prize of 1 trillion. I'm afraid you wouldn't accept it and think it was too absurd.

The old man didn't dare to question it. This matter needed to be reported to his superiors.

As the person in charge of the Ancestral Blood Pavilion, he had a right that ordinary people didn't have, which was to pass the information in the Ancestral Blood Pavilion to the ancestor.

As he said this, he took out a black incense and lit it quickly.

In the Black Demon Abyss, black is respected.

Black incense represents the highest level of information.

After ordering, the old man was a little nervous, staring at the seven pillars of blood, his expression was dazed.

Outside the sky.

Ziyuan Zu was refining the blood of the Black Demon Ancestor. After a moment, he looked a little worried.

"Alas, I can't practice anymore. The root demon calamity is coming. With my current cultivation, I'm afraid I can't survive the next root demon calamity."

When the strong people in the realm of truth improve their cultivation, they will face the root demon calamity.

The root demon calamity will become stronger and stronger.

If the level of the truth they have comprehended is low, it is easy to fall in the root demon sea when facing the root demon calamity.

Few Yang Gods in the realm of truth died in battle, and most died in the root demon calamity.

There are even strong people in the realm of great truth who fell in the root demon calamity.

Only those who have mastered the great truth of the supreme truth will not be so cautious when facing the root demon calamity.

"Is my limit only three calamities?" Ziyuan Zu sighed.

He only survived three root demon calamities in the realm of great truth.

Except for the elder, none of the other great truths survived the four tribulations.

"Lin Ya's transformation is coming soon, but he still doesn't practice. Alas, it's really hard to be a great truth." Zi Yuan Zu sighed, and then he thought of something and said dissatisfiedly, "Why did my dog ​​brain comprehend this level of truth?"

At this time, a faint wisp of black smoke burned outside.

Zi Yuan Zu's attention was slightly drawn over.

"The news in the Zuxue Pavilion..."

He thought about it.

"Could it be that there is a genius, or...Xue Pao went for a test?"

After thinking about it, the possibility of Xue Pao's test was the greatest.

He showed an expectant look in his eyes: "Is there a third level, or even a fourth level!"

He had great expectations for Xue Pao.

The Black Sword and the Black Demon Ancestor Blood are of the same origin. It is normal that Xue Pao's practice of "Ancestral Blood Art" is not as good as the Black Sword, but as long as the difference is not too big, he can accept it.

He put his hand on the black incense.

His eyeballs rolled.

"Seventh level??"

He was a little dazed for a while.

Three months...seventh level?

You are still human!

Xuepao had never practiced the "Ancestral Blood Sutra" before, he was sure.

Seventh level in three months.

This is no longer him practicing the "Ancestral Blood Sutra", but the "Ancestral Blood Sutra" begging him to practice it, right!

Ziyuan Zu waved his hand, and the scene in the Ancestral Blood Pavilion appeared in front of him.

Seven pillars of blood, extremely dazzling!

This means that Xuepao really stepped into the seventh level in three months!

He stared at Qi Yuan, his expression was shocked, and then he was ecstatic: "Bullshit Lin Ya Tui, bullshit Sixth Heaven, I won't serve you anymore!"

He wanted to serve...naturally the one in front of him.

Thinking of something, the great truth in his body was running wildly.

He wanted to intercept this section of the secret and erase it!

ps: Starting tomorrow, eight thousand words a day this month!

That's right, this sentence is not for readers to see, but to motivate yourself!