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

Chapter 435 Intelligent miniature 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 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.

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

A strong man is not as good as a dog.

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

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

You know, 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, I'm a demon. There's 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 Heaven.

"But we demons don't have this restriction. Under Yangshen, 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.

Many creatures are indigenous and local people.

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

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

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

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

This is also normal.

Seeing this scene, Qi Yuan was quite emotional.

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

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 geniuses 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, people like him... are just pure cabbage.

So, sometimes origin is also important.

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

In the country he once lived in, he was perhaps one of the top ten talents. In the world, he was also ranked among the top three hundred.

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

Ziyuan Xiaolu opened her mouth, revealing her "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 similar to 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, one can become a master in one's own world.

Looking at it, it looks like a black dragon.

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

Tianjiao also has to line up in the bustling queue.

There are six hundred worlds under the jurisdiction of Ziyuan Tian.

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?
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, 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 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 Ancestral Blood Pavilion testing area, 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 blood river, 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 Mozi, 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.

It seems that His Highness the Devil has only been in 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 had spent ten years practicing the "Ancestral Blood Art" and had 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, he immediately shook his head.

Black Sword entered the third level in half a month, and entered 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 has been able to practice to the third level in one year.

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

Therefore, 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.

Why is this speech a bit science fiction?

Doesn't it match the immortal way?
No, you can’t say that.

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 embarrassed the old man.

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

"Thank you very much. I'll give you a good guy card."

Qi Yuan said, taking out a card from his arms. He took a 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. He took the "good person card" and said, "Thank you for the gift, Your Highness."

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

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

A small golden bowl holds 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."

Qi Yuan said, and the "Ancestral Blood Jue" began to move.

His thoughts were also racing.

Do you want to cover it up?
Generally speaking, monks hide their clumsiness.

Immediately, he shook his head.

Hide your shit.

He really wanted to say to Zi Yuantian'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" started 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: "A column of blood has not abated. As expected, His Highness Demon Son has more than one level, and is 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. At this speed, it ranks among the top ten in the entire Black Demon Abyss, right?
He felt like he was witnessing history.

There are many talented people.

Zi Yuantian, a true genius is about to appear.

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

I saw three pillars of blood spraying in the blood river.

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 give an inappropriate example, Demon is a genius that is rare to see in a million years, and Black Sword is a genius that is rare to see in a billion years.

He believed that the blood robe surpassed other demons and surpassed the ice sword, but he did not believe that it could reach the level of the black sword.

But at this moment...

His breathing became rapid.

Congratulations to our ancestors.

However, he couldn't stop once he was in a hurry.

Because the river of blood in front of him was bubbling upwards.

Pillars of blood rose crazily one by one.

Three roots ended, it was four, it was five!

The old man was stunned and completely shocked.

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

"Seven...pillars?"

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

How could there be seven pillars!

This is the seventh floor!
After practicing 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 step into the realm of the Yangshen.

The seventh floor is a watershed.

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

Now, there is one more person.

And the time they spent practicing the Ancestral Blood Art... was measured in tens of thousands of years.

result……

Blood robe for half a year?
The old man was completely confused, or maybe he didn't 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 asking for contribution points.

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

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 shocking.

No less than the ancestor who 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.

The scene before me was too exaggerated, too dreamy, and seemed fake.

Just like on Blue Star, if your neighbor said that he won the first prize in 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.

Outside the sky.

Ancestor Ziyuan 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 Perfect Realm will face the calamity of root demons when they improve their cultivation.

The root demon tribulation will become stronger and stronger.

The level of the ideals that one has comprehended is low, and when faced with the calamity of root demons, it is easy to fall into the sea of ​​root demons.

In the Zhili Realm Yang Shen, very few died in battle, and the most died in the root demon tribulation.

There are even those who are extremely powerful in the Realm of Reason and fall into the root demon tribulation.

Only by mastering the Supreme Principle and the Great Principle will we not be so treading on thin ice when faced with the calamity of root demons.

"Is my limit only three tribulations?" Zi Yuanzu sighed.

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

Except for the elder, no one of the other great principles 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 time, 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 prodigy, or... the blood robe went to be tested?"

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

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

He had great expectations for Blood Robe.

The Black Sword and the Black Demon have the same ancestral blood. It is normal that the Blood Robe cannot 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 Heixiang.

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.

The seven pillars of blood are 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, bullshit Sixth Heaven, I won't serve you anymore!"

The one he wanted to serve... was naturally the one in front of him.

Thinking of something, the Great Principle in his body started to run wildly.

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

(End of this chapter)