Cover the sky: start from swallowing the magic pot

Chapter 653 The Curse of the Bloodline
"The soul returns with the spirit of blood..."

Silk flakes floated, and the voice of the Tao, which was as vast as a fairy, spread throughout the world, as if it wanted to break through time and space and seek immortality.

A chaotic talisman spans the big universe, resonating with the universe, mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon, the unrivaled holy body is also recovering, its unrivaled appearance looks down on the world, the cold blood of battle is revived again, the sound of blood flowing is like thunder, Terrible.

"boom!"

The sky is full of haze, the brilliant and bright red light is condensed into black and yellow, with immortal light, the chain of divine light is criss-crossed, the dao mark is boundless, the sun and the moon are split apart, and the chaotic talisman is filled with two-dimensional light, following the track of blood traces, across the universe , Fly towards the end of the Starry Sky Ancient Road.

Soon, Fu Zhuan arrived at a dilapidated ancient star field. It was a land of calamity, and there were many internal wars, where many powerful races faced off.

This is a robbery star in the mythical battlefield, located at the end of the ancient starry sky road.

In a black mountain, a peaceful small village is isolated from the outside world.

Everything is depressed, and the village is still in the hunting era. More than 30 villagers cling to each other to survive in the wilderness.

If there is no accident, this small village will disappear in hundreds of years.

Because this place is too dangerous, the weak do not even have the qualifications to survive, and it is too difficult for these "mortals" who have just mastered the practice to continue.

Soon, night fell, and at the end of the ancient village, a young man was walking in the moonlight, with shattered hair and black pupils, who looked about eleven or twelve years old, wearing very simple animal skin clothes, carrying a bow and arrow, and returning from the wilderness.

The soft light of the moon, as bright as snow, and the reflection of the wilderness, is a unique picture of the moon scene.

"Village Chief, I didn't catch any big bugs today, but only two rabbits." The young man's eyes were clear, and while tidying up the cherry tree bow, he took out the two fat rabbits behind him.

The old man in the stone house glanced at the blood on his grandson's feet without showing any traces. The blood was dotted with golden threads, like gold. It looked very beautiful, and it was obviously a powerful bloodline.

But the returnees live in this doomed land, and the blood of the gods is covered with dust, as if their fate is doomed.

If there is no accident, this young man will never be able to walk on the path of cultivation in his life.

This is the curse of the bloodline, and no one can change it.

The old man sighed inwardly, guessing that his grandson was looking for the big white-fronted bug again.

Ever since he talked about the practice path of the outside world, his grandson has never forgotten it, and he wants to hunt spirit beasts and start the path of practice.

Within a thousand miles, the only psychic monster is the black and white tiger. If the blood of the tiger can be used to build a foundation, it may help the young man break through the shackles of the world and open the road of invincibility in the blood.

All of this was originally his responsibility, but unfortunately he was too weak to do this.

So far, I can only choose a painful path.

According to the ancient history of the Great Wilderness, when the golden-blooded ones are alive, princes will come to capture the descendants of the invincibles as slaves...

The moon is on the sky, and the sky is full of silver.

The young man looked at the wilderness alone in the stone courtyard, his expression was melancholy, his eyes seemed to be filled with stars, and there was silence in the evening wind, layered with mist as decoration, rendering this night extremely long.

He had dreamed of something, the brilliance recorded in the golden blood, representing the glory of the past.

But no matter how hard he tried, it was useless. He had read the foundation-building scriptures in the village countless times. Most of the other villagers could step into the sea of ​​suffering, but he couldn't. .

"Brother Kong, Miss Xiaohua from Wang Village is getting married..."

Suddenly, shouts came from the village, and a boy from the same village ran up, his tone was very anxious, and his face was about to cry.

In the eyes of creatures of this age, affection is more important than anything else.

It is undoubtedly an extremely painful thing to watch someone you love fall in love with others.

"Lang Lang from the embarrassing village!" The black-haired boy said with a calm expression in an affirmative tone.

It's actually easy to guess. Among the surrounding villages, the embarrassing villager's embarrassing head has set foot on the road of cultivation. The most beautiful girl in the neighborhood must choose the first talent to marry, which can almost be said to be a certainty.

The visitor's expression was stagnant, and then he was helpless, his heart hurt so badly that he couldn't breathe.

He was very angry inside, and said in a low voice: "Brother Kong, are you not in a hurry? At the beginning, Miss Xiaohua came to our village every day."

"Just think about it."

The black-haired boy opened and closed his eyes, and responded casually without saying anything.

Some things, in fact, have a long-term context, like a grass-gray snake thread.

Hao Lang is known as the number one genius in the village, and has stepped into the Shenqiao realm at a young age, so he is naturally the best choice for choosing a mate.

What is the right family, this is it.

"This guy, Huan Lang, was just lucky enough to revive the bloodline..."

A voice filled with resentment sounded, and the boy who was trapped in this kind of wilderness gritted his teeth and looked at the distance angrily, with a cold light in his eyes.

"In the past, our ancestors were kings, and this great wilderness was our territory. The bloodline of gold is invincible in the world. This is not just talk. Now even the embarrassing village is bullying us."

Hearing these words, the broken-haired boy looked calm, neither happy nor sad.

The younger generation is powerless, and it is meaningless to talk about the glory of the ancestors, but it will make the golden glory of the past dust.

The golden blood on his body represents a curse in this era, it is no longer a help, but a shackle, which is the saddest thing.

Moreover, this bloodline will also bring coveted...

The next day, the day was born, and a hundred miles away from the village, a rainbow was like a waterfall. A young man in black robe was bathing in the wind and cloud, looking down at the desolate land.

"boom!"

In the mountains and forests, a boy with broken hair screamed at the sun and the moon, no matter how much he stretched his bow, it was useless, the gap between brute force and divine power was too great, blood was spilling in the wild, brilliant golden blood splattered, it looked very demonic.

"Golden blood, that's the end of it." Hao Lang was in high spirits, playing with a wisp of golden blood with his fingertips, and said lightly.

In his arms, a petite and beautiful red-clothed girl looked calm and said nothing.

"cough……"

The boy with broken hair managed to get up, covered in mud and dust, his face was red and purple, with scars, bruises, blood and pain.

"Jin Kong, you have extraordinary energy and blood. It's a pity to die of old age like this. I want to take you as a war slave to help you break the curse."

Embarrassed Lang raised his head and said, with a sense of charity, and an inherent domineering, just like a master's attitude towards his slaves.

Collecting gold and blood as slaves is something that only some princes in the Great Wilderness can do. It represents identity and status, because this kind of bloodline inheritor was invincible in the past, reflecting an era, and that memory follows the bloodline of the witness , has been handed down to this day.

Facing the contempt of his opponents in the past, Jin Kong clenched his fists, his eyes were extremely bright, and he refused to give in.

However, such gazes can only make the powerful more excited.

The fact that the descendants of the invincible are taken as slaves is fascinating.

Embarrassed Lang's eyes turned red, and he subconsciously squeezed the girl in his arms, who frowned, obviously feeling the pain.

She pursed her lips, looked at the person she once liked, opened her mouth lightly, and said quietly: "Jin Kong, your ancestors are invincible in the world, but now the times have changed, you can't even practice cultivation, Ah Lang remembers The relationship between us is why I want to help you, don't think too much about it."

"Being a servant, that would be worse than death." Jin Kong squeezed the wooden bow tightly and said indifferently.

Embarrassed raised his eyebrows and wanted to say something, but after thinking about his noble status, he remained silent.

The two servants beside him knew his master's intentions, so they took the initiative to step forward and shouted: "Jin Kong, your ancestors surrendered to the King of the Great Desolation, and now you accept Lord Lang Lang as your master, why not?"

"According to ancient books, the lineage of the golden blood has always been slaves. If your ancestors were like you, the golden village should have been extinct. The descendants of the slaves, what kind of backbone are you talking about here? It's just up for sale. A waste like you, can you To be Lord Lang Lang's dog is considered a kindness from the Lord."

The other person's tone was even more bitter, and he directly talked about the past. In a sense, these words are more hurtful, because they are the truth, and they cannot even be refuted.

"The golden blood lineage cannot be humiliated!"

The golden veins are exposed, and the bow is pulled hard, the blood energy recorded in the blood is revived, and it is necessary to hold the bow to shoot and kill the ancestors.

The ancestor was a slave, and this matter has always been a pain in his heart. He once vowed to wash away all humiliation, but this wish died at the very beginning.

The general environment is no longer, and he can't even practice.

"The ancestors are slaves, you, a trash who can't cultivate, dare to speak hard."

"Since ancient times, there have been nineteen war slaves from the golden blood lineage. Your lineage is destined to be planted with a slave mark, and you will never be able to break free forever."

The two servants sneered, the sea of ​​bitterness under their navels bloomed with divine brilliance, their palms glowed, and they slapped Jinkong. Such strength was already extremely strong in the Great Wilderness.

"boom!"

Jin Kong was immediately sent flying and fell into the rocks. The two servants swarmed up, attacking very hard.

"You claim to be a genius, saying that it is better to die than to be a slave. Your ancestors have always been the servants of the Great Desolate King..."

"The golden bloodline has long since declined. The young master thinks highly of you and is willing to take you as a slave. If you dare to turn against the benefactor, you should be beaten."

The two servants of the embarrassing village spoke very indifferently. They were not human races, but two spirit beasts that embarrassing Lang subdued from the mountain. They had extraordinary talents. They succeeded in building a foundation on this ancient star that was difficult to cultivate, and laid a strong foundation. Otherwise, they would The two descendants of the invincible who really couldn't do anything to revive the golden blood.

"Take it easy, you're going to kill me, don't hit me again."

Suddenly, the girl in red finally couldn't bear it, and begged the boy in black beside her.

"You do not understand."

The latter shook his head, gathered his voice into a thread, and said: "Taking slaves is like boiling an eagle. For a person like Jin Kong, he must be subdued once."

During the words, there was indifference in Lang Lang's eyes, and his eyes were fixed on Jin Kong who kept vomiting blood.

He had ambitions in his heart, and wanted to subdue the golden blood lineage as a slave.

The golden bloodline is the highest quality war slave, with unparalleled physical body, and is blocked by the four poles, theoretically, there is no possibility of devouring the master.

Because of these reasons, golden-blooded slaves are the most famous potential slaves in the wilderness, and many princes want a golden-blooded slave.

And this also brought great shame to the Golden Blood lineage. The deeds of those who were slaves were recorded in the history books and passed down to the present.

"Slave with the surname nineteen, you have dirty blood flowing in your bones, why are you pretending to be tough now?"

"Hahaha, his ancestors were like this at the beginning, but they still succumbed in the end, and have been treated like dogs by princes for generations."

The two servants kept talking, hitting the pride in the young man's heart. They knew that Jin Kong was obsessed with their own blood. At this time, they specifically started from the ancestors of the Jin family, and wanted to smash the dignity of the other party from the root and make him despair.

"If I can practice, you people, what are you!"

Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, Jin Kong's hair was stained with blood, like a roaring tiger and leopard, his eyes were extremely sharp, looking at the two thugs indifferently, red and bloodthirsty.

The past is something he can't let go of, but now it is mentioned and humiliated again and again, which makes him mad with hatred and wants to kill everything.

The backs of the two perpetrators shivered, and they became more and more annoyed immediately. They scolded: "The world does not allow people like you. The golden-blooded people must have done some evil things back then. The inability of descendants to cultivate is a kind of retribution. You can't do it with your own blood." What are you upset about?"

"retribution……"

The light in Jin Kong's eyes froze for a moment, and a rare daze appeared.

That's right, why can other people practice but only him can't.

Did your ancestors really do something vicious?So that it will harm the descendants...

Embarrassed Lang discovered the change in his old friend, and said leisurely: "The golden-blooded man was extremely powerful back then, but he caused disaster to the world and made all living beings cry for it, so that the world could not bear it. This is what the great power of the White Demon Sect told me. "

"The heaven and the earth cannot tolerate..." Jin Kong's eyes were dim, full of unwillingness.

He had dreamed about some scenes, and knew the power of his ancestors, which was different from all the creatures he had seen before.

But for such a great person, the descendants left behind are hated by the world, and even the sea of ​​suffering is difficult to open up, which is completely unreasonable.

It stands to reason that the offspring born to princes in the Dragon Transformation Realm and the Immortal Terrace Realm are extremely powerful and naturally suitable for cultivation, not to mention the ancestors who left the planet in memory and traveled in the starry sky...

If the ancestors were evil, then the golden blood would not represent glory, but sin...

"That's a thing of the past, Jinkong. It's meaningless to be obsessed with blood. Put yourself in the village and join us to be promoted to the prince of the Great Desolation. This is your path." The girl in red spoke at the right time and said softly.

The magnetic female voice slid across the mountains and forests, Jin Kong's pupils were bloodshot, and his eyes were uncertain.

He is very precocious, loves history books, and knows a lot of ancient information. It is precisely because of this that after he knew that his golden blood had recovered, he guessed his possible fate.

The embarrassment in front of him is like this. The other party has joined the White Demon Sect and has become one of the young masters of the great power. He may be promoted to a prince in the future...

"Perhaps, this is fate."

Jin Kong said to himself bitterly, he was really unwilling.

He still remembered the heroic appearance of the gods and demons in the dream, they were definitely his ancestors, such powerful and stalwart gods, but their descendants fell to this point.

Where did all this come from?

The descendants of the invincible cannot cultivate, is it a sin or a conspiracy...

"It seems that this wave has stabilized."

Looking at Jin Kong who was in pain, he felt complacent, and felt that the overall situation was settled, so he continued to pinch the girl beside him.

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There should be another chapter tonight!
(End of this chapter)