Chapter 431: The Seventh Level of "Ancestral Blood Art", Huge Improvement

Ziyuanzu was hanging outside the sky with a deep gaze.

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.

The heart that had been calm for so many years began to become turbulent.

"Is this guy...something wrong?"

That’s right, the current Qi Yuan has secretly found Ziyuan Daxue.

The first thing he said was: "I want to ask you something!"

What's up?

"Does the old man have a long-lost father out there?"

Huh? "The gift my ancestors gave me was the blood of the Black Demon Ancestor. It was so good to me. I have some doubts..."

It would have been fine if it was just a heavy purple snow, but people also ran to sweep the floor, take out the trash, and go fishing.

Anyone seen is Erlian.

Did the ancestor have a father left behind?

The gift my ancestor gave me was the blood of the Black Demon!

That’s right, he would ask any passerby he saw, which scared many cultivators in Ziyuantian.

It is even said that even the unborn baby in the womb was not spared.

He said directly through someone else's mother's belly that the ancestor sent the blood of the black devil. Did the ancestor have an ancestor left outside?

Anyway, within half a day, thousands of people in Ziyuantian were questioned by Qi Yuan.

At this moment, on the steep mountain peaks, red magma is flowing, emitting rich hot air.

The earth was cracked and magma was bubbling from time to time.

Qi Yuan's body froze.

An impolite voice sounded beside his ear: "What are you doing here?"

The person who spoke was An Xunlu.

Her expression was cold, her arms folded across her chest, and she looked at Qi Yuan with some fear.

After all, she had just offended Qi Yuan a few days ago, and now that Qi Yuan came here, it was easy for her to think that he wanted to take revenge on her.

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

An Xunlu narrowed her eyes: "What's the matter?"

"Do you know that the ancestor has a father who is left outside?" Qi Yuan asked seriously.

An Xunlu and Hei Jian are very familiar with each other.

Black Sword is the number one prodigy in the Black Demon Abyss, the light of hope, and he might know many hidden secrets.

"What are you talking about?" An Xunlu didn't quite understand what Qi Yuan said.

"It's like this, didn't the ancestor give me a gift when I met him?" Qi Yuan continued.

An Xunlu turned her head, the light of the lava reflected on her fair face, making it look particularly red: "So you are here to show off this?"

She seemed to see through Qi Yuan's little thoughts and didn't care at all.

The ancestors valued her and gave her a treasure, which might make others jealous and envious, but she would not.

Her future man is Black Sword.

A person whom the nine ancestors of the Black Demon Abyss treat with care.

"You're showing off? I'm just confused and asking sincerely." Qi Yuan couldn't help but retort.

What about trust between people? Oh, I forgot, the other party is not a human.

"Hehe, what gift did the ancestor give you?" An Xunlu asked with a smile.

Maybe it was a little precious, so Blood Robe couldn't help but come over and show off.

But she was not ordinary. Having followed Black Sword, she had seen too many precious treasures.

"What the ancestor gave me is the Black Demon's blood." Qi Yuan said as he took out the Black Demon's blood and showed half of it to An Xunlu.

An Xunlu's pupils suddenly dilated, and her chest and abdomen rose and fell with rapid breathing: "This... How is it possible!"

How could it be the blood of the Black Demon Ancestor!

This is the blood of the Black Demon!

In the Black Demon Abyss, the blood of the Black Demon Ancestor is more precious than rare treasures of nature.

Even the Yang God in the Ultimate Realm is not qualified to obtain it.

Only ancestors who have reached the realm of great truth are qualified to obtain it.

The original Moluo clan swallowed some of the blood of the Black Demon Ancestor and was expelled.

Until now, Black Sword has not been qualified to obtain the blood of the Black Demon Ancestor.

How could the blood robe be there? "Impossible, the Black Demon Ancestor's 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 the bloodline of the Black Demon Abyss, he could mistake his own father, but he would never mistake the bloodline of the Black Demon Ancestor.

"What? A treasure in the palm? Is the ancestor a duck?" Qi Yuan was a little confused.

An Xunlu took a deep breath and calmed herself down: "You are indeed pretending, I didn't expect that the ancestor could give you the Black Demon Ancestor Blood.

But... even if he has the blood of the Black Demon Ancestor, the number one of the younger generation of the Black Demon Abyss is Brother Black Sword, not you.

No matter how hard you try, you can only see the back of Black Sword!"

An Xunlu puffed out her chest and said proudly.

"Hey, I don't want to compete with Hei Jian for the first place, don't talk nonsense." Qi Yuan was speechless.

Why would he, a social phobic, fight for the false title of No. 1? "Humph!" An Xunlu was very proud and walked away without paying any attention to Qi Yuan.

In fact, her teeth were about to break.

That is the blood of the Black Demon Ancestor, a treasure that every cultivator with the Black Demon Abyss bloodline cannot refuse.

"Alas, it seems this is another unsolved mystery in the world."

Qi Yuan sighed.

Logically speaking, it would be most reasonable to ask Ziyuantian’s ancestors about this matter.

After all, just ask and you will know the answer.

But Qi Yuan has high emotional intelligence, so he can't ask Ziyuantian's ancestor in person to avoid embarrassment.

…

At this moment, outside the sky, Ziyuanzu's beard was shaking with anger.

"This guy has such a wacky personality!"

After half a day, he had completely lost face.

At this moment, the space fluctuated, a truth flowed, and a phantom appeared beside Ziyuanzu.

“Sixth Brother, you actually gave the Black Demon Ancestor’s blood to the Blood Robe!”

The visitors were the three elders who had separated from Ziyuanzu not long ago.

There was a hint of surprise and confusion in his eyes.

Even if Blood Robe's talent can reach the great truth and master the supreme truth, it is not worth it for them... to sacrifice their own huge interests to feed him.

"Oh, the Black Demon Ancestor has too much blood recently and can't use it all." Ziyuanzu said casually, obviously not wanting to give a direct answer.

The third elder's expression changed again and again, and then he sighed and said, "Sixth Elder, it seems that you still have complaints about the Master. In the past..."

When Ziyuanzu 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 Ziyuanzu's words.

“You gave the Black Demon Ancestor his blood and blood robes, hoping that he could defeat… the Black Sword… and prove to Master that you were right.

But... the origin of the Black Sword is the blood of the Black Demon Ancestor. Even if the Blood Robe is extremely talented, he can never be his opponent!" The three elders lamented.

It seems that what happened back then had a profound impact on Lao Liu, and he is still brooding over it.

"Humph, I'm too lazy to explain, whatever you think is what it is, don't bother me!"

Ziyuanzu waved his hand, and the third brother disappeared.

In such a huge space, Ziyuanzu was the only one left.

A look of dissatisfaction appeared on his face: "You actually think I'm such a stingy person?"

Immediately, dissatisfaction turned into secret joy: "Hehe, this is good, they won't pay too much attention to the blood robe."

…

Time flies.

It was especially quiet inside the steel building.

Ziyuan Xiaolu, who was cleaning, had finished cleaning and disappeared long ago.

Qi Yuan was the only one left in the cold building.

"I have reached the seventh level of the Ancestral Blood Sutra."

Qi Yuan stood up, feeling refreshed.

In three months, "Ancestral Blood Art" entered the seventh level.

The cultivation strength of the Ten Thousand Dao Martial God also saw a qualitative leap.

“After entering the ninth level of the Ancestral Blood Art, I will surely be able to resist the truth with only the cultivation of the Ten Thousand Dao Martial God.

If it is fully loaded, wouldn't it be possible to defeat the Great Principle?"

Qi Yuan was in a good mood.

Back in reality, his cultivation had stagnated and his progress was very slow.

This kind of growth is much slower than playing games.

But I didn’t expect there would be such a pleasant surprise as “Ancestral Blood Secret”.

As Wandao Wushen's cultivation level improved, his innate magical power, the Explosive Bird Fist, also advanced.

Faintly, he comprehended the meaning of the sword and suddenly realized the Explosive Killing Bird Sword.

This sword is several times more powerful than the explosive bird punch.

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

Increase attack on bird creatures.

"It's a pity that the practice of the Ancestral Blood Sutra is too difficult. I have worked so hard and put my life into it, and even used the Black Demon Ancestral Blood, but it took me three months to reach the seventh level!"

"Alas, my talent is still too poor. If I were like Black Sword, I would have reached the maximum level by now."

"If I don't have enough talent, I can make up for it with resources. How can I get more blood of the Black Demon Ancestor?"

Qi Yuan thought about it.

Devouring 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 great truths, the rest of the Yang Gods are almost not qualified to obtain them.

"I have to find a chance to get their ancestors' gold coins." Qi Yuan thought, "Should I drop blood to recognize my relationship with him and let him recognize me as his father?"

Qi Yuan was lost in thought.

At this moment, a clear voice like that of a lark was heard.

"Is Senior Brother Blood Robe here?"

"Pink Horn Girl, come in!"

Qi Yuan waved his hand, the door of the cave opened, and Ziyuan Xiaolu, wearing a pink pleated skirt, entered.

When Ziyuan Xiaolu saw Qi Yuan's face, she couldn't help but blush and spread to her ears. She lowered her head and whispered, "Brother Xuepao, the Heavenly Lord will give a lecture in a while. I want you to come over and listen to the way of the Yang God.

By the way, this time when Tianzun teaches, he has something important to announce."

In the Black Demon Abyss, Yang Shen would come to give lectures in person every once in a while.

Those who are qualified to attend the lectures are the true core geniuses of the Black Demon Abyss.

In the entire Ziyuantian, there are only less than a hundred geniuses who can participate.

"Oh, really? Then I'll go with you to take a look."

Anyway, he had just finished training and felt very weak. He needed to take a break, so he went to listen.

After all, Ziyuan Xiaolu had called him to teach this Heavenly Master three months ago.

After the two of them finished talking, they flew together to the place where Tianzun was teaching.

"How is Senior Brother Xuepao's practice of the Ancestral Blood Art going?" Ziyuan Xiaolu asked curiously.

"I don't have enough talent and it's difficult for me to make progress!" Qi Yuan sighed.

“Ancestral Blood Art” is too difficult.

"Brother, you have such a high talent and the blood of the Black Demon Ancestor. All you need is time!"

"I'm still short of resources. I really want to eat some more blood of the Black Demon Ancestor." Qi Yuan said greedily.

There are so many good things in the upper realm.

“Even our ancestors didn’t have much of the Black Demon’s blood. It’s really enviable that you can get it, senior brother.” Ziyuan Xiaolu said softly.

She thought of something and quickly reminded him, "Brother, the news that you obtained the Black Demon Ancestor's blood has now spread throughout the entire Black Demon Abyss. During this Tianzun's teaching meeting, I estimate that many people will not accept it. You should be careful..."

Ziyuan Xiaolu was a little worried.

If senior brother's handsome face was bruised by someone, how could she peek at such a handsome 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 Master will teach this time.

Under the guidance of Ziyuan Xiaolu, Qi Yuan came to the top of a mountain.

At this time, the mountain was full of people, nearly a thousand in total.

Every figure exudes an extremely powerful aura.

Anyone here who obtains the holy land of the first heaven is qualified to become a son of God.

Ziyuan Daxue had no posture to sit and just lay lazily.

"Why is it that the Mi Luo Immortal Qi supplied by the Heavenly Venerable this time is less than half? Could it be that our Black Demon Abyss is going to be destroyed?"

She raised the wine glass and took a deep breath of the Miro fairy air in it, and then the fairy air disappeared.

Next to him, a man with a five-pointed star on his forehead smiled bitterly and said, "Senior sister, don't talk nonsense. Recently... the Mara clan has not paid tribute."

"Ah?" Ziyuan Daxue was stunned. "How dare those people do that? They don't even offer tribute?"

She had been to the fifth heaven and witnessed the cowardly appearance of the Mara clan.

When people see the Black Demon Abyss, they immediately regard them as their father and ancestors.

During festivals, good things must be offered to the Black Demon Abyss in order to return to the Sixth Heaven.

As a result, he suddenly became tough and stopped paying the tribute.

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 demon sons of Ziyuantian.

"Humph, this demon clan is quite courageous."

At this time, a dissatisfied voice sounded, and a tall man walked over, emitting a cold aura, like an ice sword.

When the geniuses 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 supreme.

Bing Jian is a genius in the first echelon, the number one genius, the kind with enough talent to step into the realm of great truth.

There are three geniuses like Bingjian in Heimoyuan.

Of course, this only means that you have sufficient qualifications. It is not that easy to step into the ultimate truth.

"When I enter the realm of Yangshen, I will definitely visit the Moluo clan." Bingjian said, emitting a cold aura.

"I heard that Brother Bingjian has reached the eighth level of the Ancestral Blood Sutra. I'm sure he will be able to raise his throne high and enter the Yang God realm soon!" At this time, a genius flattered.

Bing Jian's eyes were deep: "It's not worth mentioning if it's less than the ninth level."

It was obvious that he had always regarded the Black Sword as his target.

"Hmph, Big Brother Black Sword's "Ancestral Blood Art" has reached the tenth level!" At this moment, An Xunlu said proudly and domineeringly.

When the geniuses present heard this, their faces changed drastically.

"It's already the tenth floor?"

"Brother Black Sword has been practicing the Ancestral Blood Sutra for less than five thousand years, right?"

“That’s too much!”

All the talented monks present were somewhat shocked.

For those present, the average time it took to obtain the "Ancestral Blood Sutra" was over ten thousand years.

But the level of cultivation is mostly at the third or fourth level.

Those who have cultivated to the fifth or sixth level can become demons of each heaven.

Only a true genius like Bing Jian can reach the eighth level.

As for the Black Sword, it is so majestic that no one can even begin to compare to it.

"Hmph, if I had the blood of the Black Demon Ancestor, I might have the chance to take a glimpse of the tenth floor now!" Bing Jian's tone was full of complaints.

I recommend a book with a lot of punches and it’s called “Holy Fist!”

Introduction: The White Owl arrived, and when he looked up, he not only saw this bizarre and magnificent world, but also saw the career modifier he downloaded before crossing over.

"Consume all the experience of the secondary professions [Biological Mecha Master], [Mystic Realm Scientist], and [Special Hypnotist], and transform them into millions of potential points, and upgrade and modify the main profession [Fighter]!"

"I...got the golden ultimate job [God of Fighting]!"

The world's largest metropolitan area, a night of heavy rain.

On the ground, countless killers and fighters fought to the death, and a large number of metal armors and biological armors exploded and self-destructed. Blood and fire mixed together, and everything fell into primitive violence and chaos.

At the top of the tower, Bai Xiao stood quietly in the rain and darkness, like a stiff and terrifying statue. His scarlet eyes looked down, bloody in his restraint, and madness hidden in his coldness.

He jumped down and his windbreaker danced wildly.

The God of Fighting has descended upon the final battlefield! 　　The cold voice echoed across the city skyline.

"Next, I will kill everyone present! If you have the ability, come and stop me..."

(End of this chapter)