The Golden Elixir is a Star. Do You Call This Cultivating Immortality? Chapter 435

Chapter 435 Intelligent Micro Detection Bug?

 Under the leadership of Ziyuan Xiaolu, Qi Yuan took the teleportation circle 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 he reaches the sixth level of "Ancestral Blood Art".

 So, every monk in Ziyuantian and even Black Demonic 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, will you become a serf and sing?” Qi Yuan said in surprise.

The core character of Black Demon Abyss enjoys various privileges.

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

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

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

 A strong person is not as good as a dog.

 But, his morals and outlook on life tell him to be fair and just and to queue up.

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

You must know that these creatures are all monks.

 Ziyuan Xiaolu said with a smile.

“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.

“Senior Brother Blood-robed, we are demons. There is no need to line up. Come with me.”

The Yin God can ask the Yang God to take action, which is unimaginable below the sixth level of heaven.

“However, we devils do not 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 demons can step into the realm of Yangshen.

 Many creatures are indigenous and local people.

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

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

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

  It is better to say it is the Ancestral Blood Kingdom than the Ancestral Blood Pavilion.

 This is also normal.

 Seeing this scene, Qi Yuan was quite emotional.

 A huge besieged city that stretches for an unknown number of miles. Looking across, there are over 100 million living creatures.

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

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

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

 There are many talented people in a big place.

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

 But when you come to Ziyuantian's Ancestral Blood Pavilion, someone like him... is just a cabbage.

 So, sometimes origin is also important.

 To be honest, he didn't want to queue.

 In the country he was once in, he was perhaps one of the top ten geniuses, and in the world, he was also ranked among the top three hundred, a dragon or a phoenix among people.

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

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

“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.

Yang Shen Tianzun is a majestic mountain.

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

 Many monks looked a little excited and clenched their fists.

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

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

 Looking at it, it looks like a black dragon.

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

 The geniuses will also be lined up in the bustling queue.

 Zi Yuantian has jurisdiction over a total of six hundred worlds.

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

 Qi Yuan blinked when he heard this.

 Is there such a good thing?

 There is no need to queue, and 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 truth, wouldn't he be invincible?

 “Let's go!” Qi Yuan said softly.

 The two people turned into streams of light and headed towards the Ancestral Blood Pavilion in a swaggering manner.

 The monks queuing up below saw this, and some looked curious.

 “How can they fly directly!”

“Those are Mozi, the strongest people in the entire Ziyuantian bloodline!”

“I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to meet Demon Son in this life.”

 Under the watchful eyes of a group of people, Qi Yuan and Ziyuan Xiaolu came to Zuxue 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: "Your Highness, Demon Son, please come with me."

 Ziyuan Xiaolu did not follow.

Stepping into the testing area of ​​the 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 looks extremely weird.

 A river of blood divides the room in half.

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

The size of those creatures is about the size of bacteria.

 Densely packed, as if there is life.

“Please ask His Highness Mozi to pour the blood spirit breath of the "Ancestral Blood Art" you have practiced into the blood river.

 The blood spirits in the blood river will feel your highness's blood and then determine how many levels your highness has. "

The old man whispered with some expectation in his eyes.

His Royal Highness the Devil seems to have only been in the Black Demon Abyss for less than half a year.

 The time for practicing "Ancestral Blood Jue" is still short, so the results will be tested.

 This made the old man couldn't help but sigh, no wonder the other party was the devil, he was the gatekeeper.

 He has spent ten years practicing the "Ancestral Blood Art" and has just entered the first level.

 Even if he is not compared with those demons, he is still very good.

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

 After thinking about it for a moment, he shook his head.

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

 This is the fastest record ever recorded in the entire Black Demon Abyss.

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

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

 So he estimated that there was a high probability that the blood-robed devil would be on the first level, and a small probability of being on the second level.

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

 【Intelligent micro-detection bug can detect the progress of the "Ancestral Blood Art" practice.

 The network link is broken and free. 】

 His eyes saw the different aura of the blood spirit.

How come this statement sounds like science fiction?

 Inconsistent with the immortal way?

　　 No, it cannot be said that way.

 Because immortality and science fiction, to a certain extent, lead to the same goal through different paths.

“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 empty and I don't have any pets.” Qi Yuan reached out for something.

 This put the old man in a difficult position.

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

 “Thank you very much, I'll give you a good guy card.”

As Qi Yuan spoke, he took out a card from his pocket. He took a writing brush and wrote the words "Good Guy Card" on it.

"Look, your good person card!" Seeing this scene, the old man couldn't help but smile bitterly. He took down the "good person card" and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty the Devil, for the gift."

When His Highness the Devil comes to Yangshen Tianzun, his ink marks...are worth some money?

As the old man spoke, he waved his hand to collect the water from the Blood River and put it into a golden bowl.

 A small golden bowl, containing ten thousand kilograms of water.

 “Is it 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 is of no use except for measuring the progress of "Ancestral Blood Art".

 “That's enough.” Qi Yuan accepted the golden bowl.

 “Okay, I'm here to test.”

 As Qi Yuan spoke, the "Ancestral Blood Jue" began to function.

 His thoughts were also racing around.

 Do you want to cover it up?

 Generally speaking, monks hide their clumsiness.

 Soon, he shook his head.

 Hide your shit.

 He wanted to say to Ziyuantian's ancestors, “Draw the ancestral blood!”

 He wants to quickly improve his cultivation and increase his ability to protect himself.

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

The old man watched carefully, staring at the blood river, with a look of expectation in his eyes.

About a breath of time passed, and the old man's eyes lit up: "There was a column of blood that did not decrease. As expected, His Majesty the Devil, it was not just one level, but he was still sprinting to the second level."

 Seeing this scene, the old man was convinced.

 Why are the gaps between people so big?

 It took half a year to reach the second level. This speed ranks among the top ten in the entire Black Demon Abyss, right?

 He felt like he was witnessing history.

Zi Yuantian, a true genius is about to appear.

 Just the next breath, his eyes widened: "It turned out to be...three pillars!"

 In the river of blood, three pillars of blood were sprayed.

This blood-robed devil... is really the number one person under the black sword.

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

No wonder there are rumors outside that the ancestor wants to compete with the black sword with the blood robe.

 At first, the old man thought it was a bit ridiculous.

 To use an inappropriate example, Mozi is a genius who is rare to see in a million years, then Black Sword is a genius who is rare to see in a trillion years.

He believes that the blood robe surpasses other demons and surpasses 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 great advice of our ancestors.

 It's just that he couldn't stop once he was in a hurry.

 Because, the river of blood in front of me was bubbling upwards.

 One blood column after another, rising crazily.

 Three roots end, it's four roots, it's five roots!

The old man was stunned and completely shocked.

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

 “Seven…pillars?”

His eyes widened, his pupils dilated, and his thoughts were confused.

 How is it possible that there are seven pillars!

 This is the seventh floor!

Ha

 The seventh floor is a watershed.

 All the devils in Jiutian today can only reach the seventh level of Ancestral Blood Jue with one palm.

 Now, there is one more person.

 The time they spent practicing the Ancestral Blood Art...is measured in tens of thousands of years.

result…

 Having a **** robe for half a year?

 The old man is completely confused, or he may not know how to do it anymore.

“Stop breathing in the cold air. I feel like this room is a little hot. It's already on the seventh floor. Hurry up and give me some contribution points!”

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

 After all, we still have to go to the Supreme Taoist Assembly.

These words woke the old man up.

This was the first time he encountered this situation.

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

This is so shocking.

No less than my ancestor was killed by a three-year-old fart.

"This...according to the procedure, I have to report to the boss." The old man said with difficulty.

This scene before me is too exaggerated, too dreamy, and seems fake.

It's like on Blue Star, if your neighbor said that he won the first prize of the lottery and the bonus was one trillion, I'm afraid you wouldn't accept it because it was too ridiculous.

 The old man did not dare to question. This matter needs to be reported to the superiors.

As the person in charge of the Ancestral Blood Pavilion, he has a right that ordinary people do not have, that is, he can pass on the information in the Ancestral Blood Pavilion to his ancestors.

 As he spoke, he took out a black incense stick and quickly lit it.

 In the Black Demon Abyss, black is respected.

Black incense represents the highest level of information.

After finishing the order, the old man felt a little uneasy and stared at the seven pillars of blood in a daze.

 Beyond the sky.

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

“Oh, I can't practice any more. The root demon tribulation is coming soon. With my current cultivation level, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive the next root demon tribulation.”

 Those who are strong in the Realm of Perfection will face the calamity of root demons if they improve their cultivation.

 The root demon will become stronger and stronger.

The level of the ideal that you have understood is low, and you will easily fall into the sea of ​​root demons when faced with the calamity of root demons.

To the rational situation, there was very little death, and the most died in the roots.

 There are even those who are powerful in the realm of principles and fall into the calamity of root demon.

Only by mastering the supreme principle and the great principle, we will not be walking on thin ice when facing the calamity of root demons.

 “Is my limit only three calamities?” Zi Yuanzu sighed.

 He only survived three tribulations of root demons in the realm of great principles.

 Except for the great elder, no one of the other great sages survived the four calamities.

"The transformation of Linya is coming soon, but I still don't practice anymore. Alas, it's so difficult to achieve the ultimate truth." Zi Yuanzu sighed, and then he thought of something and said dissatisfiedly, "How come I have such a stupid brain to understand this level?" The truth?”

 At this moment, a faint wisp of black smoke ignited outside.

 Zi Yuanzu's attention was slightly drawn away.

 “News from the Ancestral Blood Pavilion…”

 His thoughts were racing.

“Is it possible that besides being a talented person, or maybe... the blood robe went to the test?”

After thinking about it, the blood robe test is the most likely.

 There was a look of expectation in his eyes: "Is there three or even four floors?"

 He has great expectations for Blood Robe.

The Black Sword and the Black Demon have the same ancestral blood. It is normal for the Blood Robe to be unable to compete with the Black Sword in practicing the "Ancestral Blood Art", but as long as the difference is not too big, he can accept it.

 His hand fell on the black incense.

His eyes rolled.

 “Seventh floor??”

 He was a little sluggish for a moment.

 Three months...the seventh floor?

 You are still human!

 Xuepao has never practiced the "Ancestral Blood Art" before, he can be sure.

 Three months and seven floors.

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

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

 Seven pillars of blood, extremely dazzling!

 This shows that the Blood Robe really reached the seventh level in three months!

He stared at Qi Yuan with a shocked look on his face, and then he was ecstatic: "Bullshit Lin Yashang, **** Sixth Heaven, I won't serve you anymore!"

 The person he wants to serve...is naturally the one in front of him.

 Think of something, and the Great Principle in my body runs wildly.

 He will intercept this piece of heavenly secret and wipe it out!

 (End of this chapter)

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