The golden elixir is a star. Do you call this cultivating immortality

Chapter 432: The seventh level of "Ancestral Blood Art", a 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.

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?"

"What's showing off? I'm just 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 was 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 Black Demon's ancestral blood is more precious than the rare treasures of creation.

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

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

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

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.

Qi Yuan's figure froze.

The one who spoke was An Xunlu.

Only ancestors 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 Black Demon Ancestor!

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

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

Anyway, in 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 ancestor!

"Hey, 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: "This...how is it 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 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?

Anyone you see is Erlian.

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

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

Does your ancestor have a 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 meeting 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 your ancestor has a father who is still alive outside?" Qi Yuan asked seriously.

what?
"The meeting gift my ancestor gave me was the Black Demon's ancestral blood. It was too good for 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 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.

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

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

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

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

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 ancestor.

As a member of the Black Demon Abyss bloodline, he can admit that his father is wrong, but it is absolutely impossible to admit that he is wrong about 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 there is Black Demon Ancestral Blood, the number one person in the younger generation of Black Demon Abyss, it 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, 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 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 truth 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 turned out to be the three elders who had separated from Zi Yuanzu not long ago.

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.

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" has reached 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 resist the truth just with 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 practice of "Ancestral Blood Art" is too difficult. I have worked so hard to practice it, and with the help of the Black Demon's ancestral blood, it took me 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 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 kin 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, this time the Heavenly Lord imparts his knowledge, there are important things to announce. "

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 was 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 from 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, there will probably be many people who are 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 peek at such a pretty face?

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

The two people took the teleportation array, left Ziyuan Heaven and entered Black Demon 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.

Everyone here can become a holy son if they get the Holy Land of the First Heaven.

Ziyuan Daxue had no way of sitting 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 about to be destroyed?"

She held up the wine glass and took a shallow sip of the Milo Immortal Qi inside, and the Immortal Qi was gone.

Next to 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."

"Ah?" Ziyuan Daxue was stunned, "How dare those people not to submit confessions?"

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

Everyone who saw their Black Demon Abyss immediately recognized their ancestors as their father.

During every year and festival, he would offer good things to the Black Demonic Abyss, just to return to the sixth heaven.

As a result, I suddenly became hardened and stopped offering sacrifices.

Naturally she was puzzled.

“I don’t know, maybe... the Mara clan is ready to completely cling to the Taihuang Palace.” said the man with stars on his head.

He is also one of the five demons of Ziyuantian.

"Hmph, this Moluo clan 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 Bing Jian 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 walk." Bing Jian said, exuding a cold aura.

"I heard that Senior 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 gaze was profound: "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 drastically.

"It's actually tenth floor?"

"Senior Brother Heijian has been practicing the "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.

Anyone who has cultivated to the fifth or sixth level can become a devil in all heavens.

Only a true genius like Bingjian has reached the eighth level.

As for the black sword, it is so tall that it is difficult to compare with 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)