The Golden Elixir is a Star. Do You Call This Cultivating Immortality? Chapter 432

Chapter 432: The Seventh Level of "Ancestral Blood Art", Huge Improvement

 Zi Yuanzu 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.

 Furujing Wubo's heart has become turbulent after so many years.

 “Is there something wrong with this guy?”

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

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

What's up?

 “Does our ancestor have a long-lost father outside?”

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

Her future man will be Black Sword.

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

 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.

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

The nine ancestors of Black Demon Abyss all treat this person with care.

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

 But she is not ordinary. Following Heijian, she has seen too many precious treasures.

 I didn't care when I saw Ziyuan Daxue, but ended up going to sweep the floor, take out the garbage, and fish.

 Qi Yuan's figure was still.

 The one who spoke was surprisingly An Xunlu.

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

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

 This is the blood of the Dark Demon's ancestor!

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

Black Sword is the number one genius of Black Demon Abyss, the light of hope, and he may know many hidden secrets.

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

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

“Heh, what gift did the ancestor give you?” An Xunlu said with a smile.

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

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

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

 An Xunlu and Heijian are very familiar with each other.

Through the belly of other people's mothers, directly say that the ancestor sent the blood of the Black Demon Ancestor. Does the ancestor have an ancestor who left behind?

Everyone you see is Erlian.

That's right, if you just ask a passerby when you see him, it scares many monks in Ziyuantian.

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

 Does your ancestor have any father left behind?

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you know that my ancestor has a father who is still outside?” Qi Yuan asked seriously.

ah?

“The meeting gift my ancestor gave me was the blood of the Black Devil. It's so good to me. I have some doubts...”

 What about trust between people?

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

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

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

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

He even said that he did not even spare the unborn child in his belly.

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

 Up to 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 is clearly the blood of the Black Demon Ancestor.

As a member of the Black Demon Abyss bloodline, it is possible to misidentify one's father, but it is absolutely impossible to misidentify the Black Demon Ancestor's blood.

"What? A 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 ancestor.

 But... even if there is Black Demon Ancestral Blood, the number one person in the younger generation of Black Demon Abyss, he is still the eldest brother of 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 Heijian for first place, don't talk nonsense." Qi Yuan was speechless.

He is afraid of society, but 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 ancestral blood of the Black Demon, a treasure that every monk with the blood of the Black Demon Abyss 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, there was a fluctuation in the space, 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 Zi Yuanzu.

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

Even if the talent of the Blood Robe reaches the Great Principle, it is still the kind that can master the Supreme Principle, but it is not worth them... losing their own huge profits to feed.

“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.

 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 the 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.

“Humph, I'm too lazy to explain, it's whatever you think it is, don't bother me!”

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

 Zi Yuanzu was the only one left in the huge space.

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

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

 Time flies.

 It is particularly quiet among the steel buildings. Ziyuan Xiaolu, who was cleaning the house, had already finished cleaning and disappeared.

 In the cold building, only Qi Yuan was left.

 “The "Ancestral Blood Art" has reached the seventh level."

 Qi Yuan stood up feeling refreshed.

 In three months, "Ancestral Blood Jue" has reached the seventh level.

 The cultivation strength of Ten Thousand Dao Martial Gods is also a qualitative leap.

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

If the level is full, 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 "The Blood Art of the Ancestor".

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

 Vaguely, he understood the meaning of the sword and suddenly realized the explosive killing bird sword.

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

 For bird creatures, add attack.

"It's a pity that the practice of "Ancestral Blood Art" is too difficult. I have worked so hard to practice it with my life, and combined with the Black Demon's 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 Black Demon Ancestor?”

 Qi Yuan was thinking.

 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 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 and clear voice like a lark came.

 “Is the blood-robed senior brother here?”

 “Pink horn girl, come in!”

With a wave of Qi Yuan's hand, the door of the cave opened, and Zi Yuan 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, in a while we will be taught by the Heavenly Lord. 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 during this Heavenly Lord's assignment. "

 In the Black Demonic 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 the Black Demonic Abyss.

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

“Oh, that's right, then I'll go over with you and take a look.”

 Anyway, he has just finished practicing now and he is very weak. He needs to take a breather, so he goes and listens.

After all, Ziyuan Xiaolu had called him three months ago.

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, so it's difficult for me 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 our ancestors don't have much blood of the Black Demon Ancestor. It's really enviable that our senior brother can get it.” Ziyuan Xiaolu said softly and waxy.

She thought of something and quickly reminded: "Senior brother, the news that you have obtained the blood of the Black Demon Ancestor has spread throughout the Black Demon Abyss. It is estimated that many people will be dissatisfied with this Tianzun's teaching meeting. You should be careful..."

 Ziyuan Xiaolu was a little worried.

Senior brother, if such a pretty face 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.

Two people took the teleportation circle, left Ziyuantian, and entered Black Demonic Heaven.

Black Demon Heaven is the place where the Heavenly Lord teaches this time.

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

 At this time, there were figures everywhere on the mountain peak, nearly a thousand of them.

Each figure exudes an extremely powerful aura.

Every person here who has received the holy land of the first heaven is qualified to be a holy son.

Ziyuan Daxue had no sitting position and was lying lazily.

"How come the Milo Immortal Qi supplied by Tianzun this time is missing by more than half? Could it be that our Black Demon Abyss is going to be destroyed?"

She held up the wine glass and took a shallow breath of the Milo Immortal Qi in it, and the Immortal Qi was gone.

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

“Huh?” Ziyuan Daxue was stunned, “How dare those people refuse to offer sacrifices?”

 She has been to the fifth heaven and seen how cowardly the Mara clan is.

 Everyone who saw them in the Black Demon Abyss immediately recognized their ancestors as their fathers.

On every year and festival, I would offer good things to the Black Demon Abyss, just to return to the sixth heaven.

 As a result, I suddenly became hard-tempered and stopped offering sacrifices.

 She was naturally puzzled.

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

 He is also one of the five demons of Ziyuantian.

 “Hmph, this Moluo family is a bit brave.”

At this time, a voice of dissatisfaction sounded, and a tall and tall man walked over, exuding a cold aura, like an ice sword.

 When the Tianjiao present saw this man, they all showed awe and fear.

 In the Black Demon Abyss, when there is no black sword, the ice sword is the most respected.

 Bingjian is a genius of the first echelon, or a genius of the first echelon, one with enough qualifications to step into the Great Principle.

There are three geniuses like Bingjian in Black Demon Abyss.

Of course, this is only if you have enough qualifications. It is not that simple to step into the Great Principle.

“When I step into the realm of the Yang God, I must go to the Mo Luo clan for a visit.” Bingjian said, exuding a cold aura.

"I heard that Brother Bingjian's "Ancestral Blood Art" has entered the eighth level, I must have immediately raised the throne and stepped into the realm of the Yang God!" At this time, a genius said flatteringly.

Bingjian's eyes were deep: "It's not even on the ninth floor, so it's not worth mentioning."

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

"Hmph, Brother Black Sword's "Ancestral Blood Art" has reached the tenth level!" At this moment, An Xunlu said proudly and domineeringly.

 When the Tianjiao present heard this, their expressions changed dramatically.

“It's actually tenth floor?”

"Senior Brother Heijian has been practicing "Ancestral Blood Art" for less than five thousand years, right?"

"too exaggerated!"

 The Tianjiao monks present were somewhat shocked.

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

 But the levels of cultivation are mostly on the third or fourth level.

 Those who have cultivated to the fifth or sixth level can become devils in various heavens.

 Only the true talent like Bingjian has reached the eighth level.

As for the black sword, it is so tall that it is difficult to reach it.

“Hmph, if I had the blood of the Black Demon Ancestor, I might not have a chance to see the tenth floor now!” Bing Jian's tone was full of complaints.

 (End of this chapter)

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