Chapter 366 What, you want me to be the chief examiner?

Qi Yuan looked thoughtful.

It is not clear whether the big boss Dongjun is an enemy or a friend.

Although in the mural, Dongjun’s character is a lovesick man.

But, that's only for the heroine.

In romance dramas, the domineering president is good to the heroine, but a disaster to the nanny and housekeeper around him.

What, the heroine overturned the food out of anger? Wang Po, hurry up and make ten identical ones.

What, the heroine was so sad that she fell into a coma?

Doctor Wang, if you can’t cure me, your whole family will be buried with me!

Well, it feels good to be the heroine, but it’s not good to be the supporting role.

Among the countless people, most of us play supporting roles.

Qi Yuan also felt that he was unremarkable, a small divine infant and merely a supporting role.

“It seems that we still have to find Dongjun.

My fate is in my own hands, it's time for us supporting actors to step up!"

Qi Yuan was passionate.

The people nearby looked at each other in bewilderment.

I was just looking for Dongjun, how come my fate is in my own hands?

However, they were also familiar with Qi Yuan.

God is like this, sometimes a little inexplicable, with strange train of thought.

"Godfather, with our strength, we wouldn't be supporting roles in any world, right?" Qi Qi said softly.

When the rest of the people heard this, they also felt puzzled.

Don’t be fooled by the large number of Yang Shen here. They are as worthless as the cabbages in the field.

But...even if it is the innate world, Qi Yuan has never been here.

Even if it takes millions or even tens of millions of years, it may not be possible to produce a Yang God.

Except for the Mother of No Food, even other mythical powerful beings have almost no chance to step into the Yang God.

And these people... well, let alone Yang Shen, most of them can't even step into the realm of Great Venerable.

Meeting Qi Yuan is the greatest opportunity in their lives.

If Qi Yuan wasn't there, he would have suppressed them.

If we let them go and put them in the upper realm, it would probably cause a shock in the fairy world.

After all, even in the upper realm, Yang Shen is the foundation of a holy land.

As long as the Yang God is here, the holy land will last forever.

"However, what godfather said does make some sense. Dongjun's strength is unknown, so we have to keep a low profile." Qi Qi mentioned again.

Qi Yuan nodded: "Yes, it is better to be cautious.

Even if he is not strong, what if there is a booger in this place of origin, which is left by the Supreme Dao Ancestor? "

"This... The Taoist shouldn't pick his nose, right?" Shenlei Laodeng couldn't help but say.

"The emperor uses a golden hoe, so why doesn't Daozu pick his nose?" Qi Yuan said seriously, "According to Tangniu's inequality principle, Daozu's cultivation is very high, but it doesn't mean he doesn't pick his nose."

“…”

Everyone was silent.

Qi Qi couldn't help but whispered, "Godfather, even I haven't done that for a long time, how could Daozu do that?"

"Why don't we drop this topic? Wouldn't it be a bit inappropriate to make up stories about Daozu?" Shenlei Laodeng said.

If he was weak, even if he cursed Daozu every day, Shenlei Laodeng would not be afraid.

But now, it’s different, he is in the Yang God realm.

He also visualized the Nine Heavens Yingyuan Thunder God and the South Pole Changsheng Emperor, one of the Six Imperial Gods.

The status of these two people is so high that it is hard to imagine.

Therefore, he was still very wary of the supreme being like Daozu.

Qi Yuan nodded.

"Come on, take me to the place where the purple energy was born. I want to learn from it and see if I can make a big profit."

…

The place of origin.

In the broken palace, the fat warrior master suddenly opened his eyes.

"My father's... breath?"

Not long ago, he closed his eyes to rest, and suddenly he smelled a familiar feeling and felt his blood boiling.

It was obvious that his "father" had come out of confinement.

Over the years, he can be said to be extremely happy.

As expected, he is the "father" that the fat martial master has never met, and his strength is rising steadily.

This also caused his bloodline to undergo a leap.

His cultivation had surprisingly reached the level of a fourth-level Great Martial Lord.

This kind of improvement is extremely terrifying.

Of course, this is related to the fact that he has a very good foundation, which is known not only to Jimei but also to other martial masters.

Before the catastrophe, he was a titled Martial Lord.

Now that there is a bloodline leap, the strength is increasing frequently.

Because of this, his status in ASEAN was once again raised and his position was upgraded.

After all, he has a powerful father hidden behind him.

Judging from the situation, it is very likely that he is at the level of a titled Martial Lord.

"Master Fatty, your father has appeared?"

At this time, a voice came from the broken palace, it was a thin old man.

This old man was also a titled Martial Lord before the Cataclysm.

However, he is now a great martial lord of the sixth rank, and is considered a high-ranking figure in ASEAN.

"Hmm, I seem to smell his scent. He should be coming out of seclusion." The Fat Egg Martial Master said thoughtfully.

"Where is it? Take me to see this senior.

Today, we in ASEAN are having a hard time, and we need to absorb some fresh blood." The thin old man was expectant and anxious.

The task assigned by Dongjun was originally going smoothly.

But over the past thousands of years, suddenly, many missions failed.

If the mission cannot be completed to 60%, the Cry of Dawn will arrive and everyone will die.

The place of origin, the place of end, and the scroll of mountains and seas will all be destroyed.

Nowadays, it is always good to have a little more strength in everything.

"Come on, I'll take you to see my...father!" The fat martial master gritted his teeth and couldn't help but say.

"Okay." The thin old man nodded.

"What if my father doesn't recognize me?" Suddenly, the Fatty Martial Master hesitated.

"Master Fatty is worrying too much. Your bloodline is very strong and you should have inherited it perfectly. He looks like you, so how could he not recognize you?" said the thin old man.

Fatty looked at his round belly and nodded slowly: "You make sense, let's go!"

…

The place of origin, the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Souls.

This is where the ends of the earth and the corners of the sea converge.

Full of vitality.

Qi Yuan sat alone, his clothes fluttering in the wind, his expression calm.

“Everything in this world came out of the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Souls.

Where do all things in the world come from?

Is it a coincidence, or is it a missed opportunity in the Great Dao? "

He looked at the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Souls and thought of many things.

"No, I can't think about it anymore. I need to grow my brain."

Qi Yuan's divine domain is a mess, with all kinds of strange things.

The planet turned into a football and lay on the football field, and the dung beetle rolled the huge ball.

Qi Yuan's thoughts were also a little confused.

If he grew his brain any more, or thought too much, he doubted his true spirit would be able to hold up.

This was the first time Qi Yuan felt that his body was not worthy of his noble and intelligent brain.

"What a pity. Even someone as clever as me cannot replicate the purple energy."

Qi Yuan looked ahead, and countless pieces of information poured in.

But copying the purple energy is simply impossible.

In other words, he might be able to sit here for ten thousand years, one hundred thousand years, or even five million years, and see different information every day.

But it's too time-consuming.

At this moment, suddenly, the space behind fluctuated.

Two creatures appeared, one fat and one thin.

The fat warrior stretched his neck and looked around, searching for something.

When his eyes fell on Qi Yuan, he was stunned for a moment.

A feeling of shame spread.

He wanted to tear his own flesh into pieces.

Isn't this too... perfect? ​​"Is this my dad?" The fat martial master took a deep breath and pulled in his stomach to make himself look slimmer.

The thin old man was also a little suspicious. He looked at Qi Yuan, then looked at the fat martial master: "It's true that they don't look alike."

However, the two of them didn't waste any more time and flew forward.

"The ASEAN God greets you, Senior!"

"ASEAN Fatty meets the senior!"

The two bowed respectfully and stood aside.

One is fat and the other is thin, which is particularly eye-catching.

Although the Fat Egg Martial Lord was trying his best to inhale, his body was still several times wider than that of the Divine Old Man Martial Lord.

Qi Yuan did not answer, his eyes still fixed on the Wanhun Sea: "What do you want from me?"

When Fat Egg Martial Master heard this, he felt a little disappointed.

The boiling blood represented that the person in front of him was truly his “real father”.

But the other party's cold attitude made him feel inexplicably sad.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The bloodline martial arts can be developed more quickly than the immortal path.

There are even benefits like bloodline transition.

But there is a major problem, that is, those with low bloodlines will always be inexplicably close to those with the strongest bloodlines and are easily influenced.

This is totally unimaginable for Xiandao.

“Now, the Dawn Call is about to begin, and the progress of the Mountain and Sea Scroll is slow.

We, ASEAN, specially invite you to join us for the great plan!" Shensou Wuzhu said sincerely, and then he changed the subject, "Your descendants, Fat Egg Wuzhu, have also been serving in ASEAN."

The Godly Old Man Wuzhu plays the emotional card.

As for the profit card? None.

The Land of Origin is too poor and has no powerful interests.

The most important thing is that this matter concerns life and death, and all martial masters cannot stay out of it.

Otherwise, the cry of dawn will begin and the world will fall into silence.

"It sounds interesting to follow you to save the world." Qi Yuan murmured, "But, saving the world is the job of the brave and the child of destiny, and it takes too much time. I'm busy and don't have time."

Upon hearing Qi Yuan's words, Shensou Wuzhu was slightly stunned.

He thought about refusing, but he didn't expect to refuse with the reason that he was "too busy to save the world".

"Senior, there will always be time...if you squeeze it in, there will always be time." said the Divine Old Man Martial Lord.

The fat egg martial master couldn't help but say: "...Senior, what are you busy with? ASEAN can help you solve your problems!"

Qi Yuan looked at Fatty and praised him: "I want to become a martial master in the spirit realm, is there any way?"

This is his mission, and it takes priority over saving the world.

"Never heard of it." Fatty Martial Master frowned.

In ASEAN, there is no record of any spiritual realm martial master.

The Shensou Martial Lord also frowned, but he thought of something and said softly: "Spirit Realm Martial Lord, although we don't know, but... the Wall of the East Lord may know!"

"Dongjun's Wall, what is this?" Qi Yuan asked curiously.

"In ASEAN, there is a magical wall left by the Lord of the East.

This wall knows everything in the world and can distinguish true from false.

Senior, in a while, it will be the Battle of Ancestral Blood. After the Battle of Ancestral Blood is over, the Wall of Dongjun will also appear.

Senior, you can ask the Spirit Realm Martial Lord at the Dongjun Wall. "The Martial Lord Shensou said seriously, "If you are willing, I can recommend you as one of the three examiners of the Ancestral Blood Contest!

Chief Examiner, you are qualified to ask about Dongjun Wall!"

Qi Yuan heard this and thought for a moment: “It sounds… okay.

In this case, I will just be the examiner reluctantly. "

He is looking forward to becoming the Spirit Realm Martial Lord.

The mission of the Humane Martial Lord is almost completed.

After completing the mission of Spirit Realm Martial Lord, he will break through to become the God of Ten Thousand Martial Arts, and the game will be over.

Hearing this, Shensou Wuzhu showed a delighted look on his face: "Congratulations, senior, for joining ASEAN!"

"By the way, let me make it clear in advance that by joining ASEAN, I will not swear allegiance to Dong Jun!"

Qi Yuan came here to play games, not to recognize his master.

“No problem, even though ASEAN was founded by Dongjun, our goal is to save the world, not to be loyal to someone.

If Dongjun wants to destroy the world, we will kill him!" Shensou Wuzhu said hurriedly.

Qi Yuan nodded: "In that case, I will go to your ASEAN to take a look."

"Please follow me, senior." said the Shensou Wuzhu.

The three of them quickly headed towards ASEAN.

At this time, the fat martial master followed behind the two of them, looking conflicted. Finally, he mustered up the courage and said softly, "Senior, please stay!"

"Oh?" Qi Yuan stopped, fear in his eyes, "What's the matter?"

Anyone who says something like "Fellow Taoist, please stay" will have bad luck.

"Excuse me, fellow Daoist...is this my long-lost...father?" The Fat Martial Master hesitated and finally asked the question that had puzzled him for years.

Despite his body weighing tens of thousands of pounds, his eyes still held a hint of childishness and purity.

This is the power of blood.

Even a great martial arts master, faced with a stronger and more perfect bloodline, would involuntarily reveal an expression that only a younger generation would have.

Qi Yuan looked at the fat martial master and couldn't hold back: "Don't spread rumors, I just got married not long ago, and I don't have a child as old as you!"

There are currently only three people registered in his family’s household registration.

He, Xiaojia and the canary.

But there is no fat martial master.

When Fat Egg Martial Master heard this, he couldn't help but look disappointed and sad.

"I see."

He stopped talking and was left alone and hurt.

He understood that it must be because his mother was too ugly, which annoyed his father and made him refuse to acknowledge him.

He was also helpless. Why did he inherit his mother's genes and not his father's?

…

“Greetings to the ancestors!”

"Greetings, Senior!"

On the abandoned ship, Mu Yan looked at the ancestors in front of him with deep respect in his eyes.

Behind Mu Yan, there were several peak martial kings who walked out of the stronghold.

Some of these peak martial kings have the mark of the martial lord, while others are loyal to Mu Yan and help Mu Yan achieve good results in the battle for ancestral blood.

At this time, Mu Yan looked at one of his ancestor's clones with awe.

It was just a clone, but Mu Yan could feel that if the ancestor wanted to, he could kill everyone present with just a glance.

This is the Martial Lord, the Martial Lord that all warriors dream of.

“Yes, you are young and promising. In this Ancestral Blood Battle, I will strive to be among the top 30.

As long as you enter the top thirty and receive the baptism of ancestral blood, you will definitely enter the realm of martial master within ten years!" The ancestor's clone praised.

Every peak Martial King who bears the Martial Lord's Mark will receive the baptism of ancestral blood.

But the battle of ancestral blood determines the extent of the baptism.

For those who are ranked lower, even if they are baptized, it may take many years to enter the realm of Martial Lord. Even if they enter, their potential will be exhausted in this lifetime and they can only stay at the first level of Martial Lord.

"Junior generation will try their best to get into the top 30!" Mu Yan said in a deep voice.

"If you can make it into the top 30, I can grant you a small request." The martial master valued this descendant very much. "Now tell me, what do you need?"

When Mu Yan heard this, he was excited and thought of something, and then said: "On the way to the Black Sea, I encountered a crisis, and a peak martial king named Qi Yuan saved my life.

However, he had a conflict with Zhixian and killed him. Behind Zhixian stood Diemao Wuzhu, hoping that the ancestor could come forward and resolve this feud."

Mu Yan said through gritting his teeth.

On the way to the Black Sea, Qi Yuan took action many times and resolved many difficulties.

To some extent, it can be said that he saved Mu Yan.

“Yes, you are a loyal and righteous man, and a good descendant of mine.

This matter, I helped.

Then, let him apologize to Master Diemao and let the matter go." The Master seemed to be in a good mood.

"Thank you, ancestors!" Mu Yan was also very happy.

Qi Yuan's life was saved.

However, he thought of something and then said, “ASEAN is in need of people right now.

Brother Qi is the strongest and most talented of all the martial kings I have ever met. I wonder if he will have a chance to participate in the Ancestral Blood Battle?"

He also wanted to help Qi Yuan and let him participate in the battle for ancestral blood.

When the peak martial king behind Mu Yan heard this, a look of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

Obviously, they didn't want to see Qi Yuan participate in the battle for ancestral blood.

The Martial Lord groaned: “Without the Martial Lord’s mark, you are not qualified to participate in the Ancestral Blood Battle.

This kind of thing must be approved by the examiner.

Every examiner is a Titled Martial Lord, and I am too lowly to make a decision."

Mu Yan was a little disappointed when he heard this, but he still said gratefully: "It is the junior who is rude!"

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Recommendation: As the son of the devil sect, I really just want to keep my chastity!

(End of this chapter)