Super Bloodline: The Devouring System

There was no answer. He didn't know where the old man had gone and what the end of the mysterious imperial dynasty was.

"How difficult it is to teach flying immortals. Is there an immortal in this world..." Whisper, eyes show the color of confusion.

This kind of real pride has lived for thousands of years, and its means are beyond the limit. I don't know why it appears in the lower world.

However, it is certain that there must be secrets in the lower bound that enable the upper bound to spy on, otherwise it will not cause trouble.

The blood moon is opened once every several thousand years, and every time it is opened, it will cause great disaster for the lower world, and it will certainly be a river of blood.

No one wants to, but unfortunately, this is the reincarnation of heaven and earth. It is extremely terrifying and hard for ordinary people to touch.

A figure full of loneliness, stride away, age has been 17 or 18 years old, face with a touch of comfort.

Along the way, he suffered many difficulties and hardships, so he would not be defeated easily. Only by sticking to his heart is the road.

Dressed in a white robe, with years of wood around his waist, the speed seems very slow, but it is as fast as lightning, breaking through the void and stepping into the distance.

Walking in the West desert land, there is a special feeling, as if there is a dead creature under the earth.

But shaking his head, only occasionally flash a moment, this is the heart has a feeling, there is no basis, will not take it seriously.

With a plan in mind, he raised his head and looked up at the distance. A wisp of golden awn fell on the earth, shining the world more brightly. In the process of huff and puff, wisps of white aura turned into real spirit and showed, "I want to measure the West desert with my feet!"

The voice fell and went away quickly. He was dressed in a blue robe, a hat and a Book basket on his back. He looked like an ordinary man.

Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles.

With this idea, that's why canglongmen was so blessed that he still went to the wasteland city and the imperial court.

The pride of heaven comes from fighting. If you bury yourself in hard work, you can't make a real hero.

For the cold wind, heavy snow, covering people's eyes, unable to see the road, full of bumpy, for monks like walking on the ground.

But some places are very strange. They are real Jedi. The cold wind alone can freeze you to three feet, making it difficult for you to move. You can only avoid them.

This is the magic of heaven and earth. Heaven has the virtue of living well, and there will always be some vitality. But it is also said that heaven and earth regard all things as their cud dog.

Along the way, he encountered a lot of strange things, such as the flying bird, and the terrifying beast. He didn't fight. He observed carefully and became an ordinary man.

Standing in the same place, there is a green scale eagle in front of him. His body is huge. They stare at each other with big eyes. The green scale Eagle has vigilance in his eyes, and his accomplishments are greatly improved.

In front of this human monk, he clearly felt a stronger breath, which was the suppression of the superior.

Ferocious animals are more sensitive than human sensory organs. Their feathers rise suddenly, and there is thinking in their eyes.

It didn't leave. It had three eggs under its body and guarded behind. The more powerful the beast was, the more difficult it was to produce offspring.

Looking closely, Qin fan held a drawing board in his hand, pointed to it as a sword, and carved it carefully. This was the third day he stayed here, and the green scale Eagle also stayed with him for three days.

Suddenly, he felt something in his heart and began to learn the way of cultivation of the wandering painter. He didn't know the secret of this vein. He had a feeling in the soul of painting before and knew a little about it.

Slowly raised his head, eyes are confused, and then replaced by a touch of plain.

"I have to admit that the wandering painter is very strong. Everything comes down to the ordinary. He has the means to turn the decadent into the magic and return to the true, which shocked everyone." All roads lead to the same goal.

"But it's a pity that something is missing after all." But shaking his head, there was a little gold flash in his eyes.

What he needs is to fight, fight hard, break the sky, suppress the enemy and push forward an era. This is his way.

I have to admit that different paths lead to the same goal. He saw the same path on his way to practice.

"It's a pity that today's cultivation is so low that I can't guess more things. Knowing too much will disturb my mind. The invincibility of the true self is the real eternity!"

He raised his head fiercely, his eyes brightened, and the powerful green scale Eagle trembled in front of him, with panic in his eyes.

It has been born smart, can not imagine why the ordinary human blood so terrible, Rao is that it has to panic.

In ancient times, the green scale eagle was very famous and terrifying. If it could return to its ancestors, it would become a fierce beast, and might even give birth to Kunpeng blood.

Qin fan smile, light glance, "little guy, thank you for these two days to help me."

He threw down an old medicine, walked away and began to practice.

There are countless secret places in the western desert. He wants to broaden his horizons and find the real secret.

The green scaly Eagle has a dull look in its eyes. Looking at Qin fan's back from afar, it takes a long breath.

There is a trace of anger, feel very humiliating, in front of human beings but feel like prey.Qin fan's flesh is very strong and his blood soars to the sky. He doesn't feel cold when he wears a white Taoist robe.

He didn't use the system, the cultivation speed was too fast, what he needed was precipitation, so he had such a choice.

If the speed of practice is too fast, there is a risk of being possessed, but the gain is not worth the loss.

In the distance, a group of ordinary people are walking rapidly. A little girl's face has turned white with cold, and her hands are rubbing constantly to keep warm.

The little girl was very young, only two or three years old. She was sitting alone in the last carriage. Her eyes were shining and innocent. She didn't know what to look at.

This is a group of ordinary businessmen, did not expect a sudden blizzard, even three days and three nights, snow over the knee, it is difficult to walk.

At this time, a man came slowly and raised his hand to clear the road for them.

The man is Qin fan. He walks freely in the West desert, with a touch of clarity in his eyes.

Small and medium-sized girls in the crowd are very cute. They are carved with powder and jade. At this time, they look up and smile in the direction of Qin fan, "thank you, brother!"

"What

Qin fan was stunned and rubbed his eyes hard. He didn't expect that the little girl could see him.

Again, they have gone far. In the final analysis, the western desert is very magical, with all kinds of capable people.

Wandering painters, storytellers, dramatists This kind of people hide in the world.

He took a very different road. When he first stepped into practice, he sharpened the world of mortals in order to make a rapid breakthrough in the future. He took a different road.

In the final analysis, the two roads share the same goal, and it is difficult to distinguish the strength of the outcome.

He didn't think about anything else. All the way, he had already been tenacious and beyond the attention of too many people.