Chapter 434 Intelligent Micro-Detection Bugs?

Under the leadership of Ziyuan Xiaolu, Qi Yuan took the teleportation array and returned to Ziyuantian.

“The Zuxue Pavilion is the place where the progress of Zuxue cultivation is monitored. Many people from Ziyuantian come here every day to monitor the progress.

Even if he is a marginal cultivator with weak blood, if he can reach the sixth level of "Ancestral Blood Sutra", he can become a core figure in the Black Demon Abyss.

Therefore, in the entire Purple Fate Heaven, and even in the Black Demon Abyss, every cultivator has been practicing the "Ancestral Blood Sutra" throughout his life. "

Ziyuan Xiaolu spoke calmly as she took Qi Yuan with her and flew across the sky.

Looking around, there are endless black mountains and rivers, and some towns can be seen from time to time.

"After practicing to the sixth level, you can become a liberated serf and sing?" Qi Yuan said in surprise.

As a core figure of the Black Demon Abyss, he enjoys various privileges.

When in the fifth heaven, Qi Yuan met a whistleblower who 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, his report was for justice, so he cannot be called a reporting dog, but a reporting hero.

"But we demons don't have this restriction. Under Yangshen, we have the highest status!" Ziyuan Xiaolu introduced Qi Yuan.

In Ziyuantian, more than half of the demons in each generation can enter the realm of Yangshen.

"If we can pay the price, we can even invite Yangshen Tianzun to help us!" Ziyuan Xiaolu's face was filled with excitement.

Yangshen Tianzun is a towering mountain.

It is unimaginable for the Yin God to ask the Yang God for help below the Sixth Heaven.

"Oh, just three sentences from me can make four thousand Yang Gods spend thirty billion for me!" Qi Yuan didn't care much about Ziyuan Xiaolu's words.

Ziyuan Xiaolu opened her mouth, revealing an "O-bubble fruit milk" mouth.

The figures of two people also landed near Zuxue Pavilion.

It would be more accurate to call it the Zuxue Kingdom rather than the Zuxue Pavilion.

A huge walled city, stretching for countless miles, with over a hundred million living beings seen from afar.

You know, these creatures are all monks.

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

Many creatures are indigenous and local.

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

There are a total of six hundred worlds under the jurisdiction of Ziyuan World.

Every day, a large number of monks come to undergo ancestral blood testing.

This scene is similar to that of candidates from Blue Star who came to take the Jinshi examination.

With one layer of Ancestral Blood Technique, one can become a superior person in his own world.

“The Black Demon Abyss is indeed a powerful force in the Sixth Heaven, and the Purple Mansion is worse than a dog!”

Qi Yuan glanced over and saw thousands of Purple Mansions before he could even look closely.

He is also a cultivator in the Purple Mansion Realm, and is a little weak.

In the Zuxue Pavilion, which stretched for countless miles, many cultivators lined up to take the test.

Looking around, it looks like a black dragon.

Many monks looked a little excited and clenched their fists.

Some teenagers were confused and lost.

This is also normal.

In the country where he used to be, he might be one of the top ten geniuses, and in the world, he was ranked around 300, a rare talent among men.

But when he came to the Zuxue Pavilion of Ziyuantian, people like him... were just cabbages.

The strong are not as good as dogs.

The geniuses also have to stand in the bustling team.

Seeing this scene, Qi Yuan was quite moved.

There are always many geniuses in big places.

Any one of us picked out from here would probably be able to beat Senior Brother Kang Fulu.

So, sometimes your background is also important.

"This queue will take forever?" Qi Yuan clicked his tongue.

To be honest, he didn't want to queue.

But his morals and values ​​tell him that he must be fair and just and that he must queue up.

This made him feel as if he had met Sister Niu Jiao.

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

"Brother Blood Robe, we are the demons. No need to queue. Follow me."

Ziyuan Xiaolu said with a smile.

Qi Yuan blinked when he heard this.

Is there such a good thing? No need to queue, and the mood is relaxed.

But... inside...

Qi Yuan suddenly admired some of his fellow countrymen on Blue Star.

Be able to automatically adjust your three views to become beneficial to yourself.

If he understood such a truth, wouldn't he be invincible?

"Let's go!" Qi Yuan said softly.

The two men turned into streams of light and swaggered towards the Zuxue Pavilion.

Seeing this, some of the monks queuing below showed curious expressions.

"How can they fly straight!"

"That's Mozi, one of the strongest people in the entire Purple Fate Sky bloodline!"

"I never thought that I would have the chance to meet Mozi again in this lifetime."

Under the gaze of a group of people, Qi Yuan and Ziyuan Xiaolu came to Zuxue Pavilion.

As soon as they landed, a white-haired old man trotted over to greet them, with a particularly kind look on his face: "Greetings, two demons!"

"Well, I'm here to test the progress of "Ancestral Blood Sutra" and convert it into contribution." Qi Yuan was straightforward and didn't want to waste time here.

The old man hunched over and said, "Your Highness Mozi, please follow me."

Ziyuan Xiaolu did not follow in.

Stepping into the Zuxue Pavilion's testing area, Qi Yuan looked calm as he glanced around.

Different from the fairy-like aura imagined, the atmosphere in Zuxue Pavilion was gloomy, gray and blood-red.

The huge blood-red chandelier looks extremely weird.

A river of blood divided the room in two.

In the river of blood, Qi Yuan's eyes saw many tiny creatures.

The size of those creatures is about the same as that of bacteria.

It is so densely packed that it seems to have life.

“Your Highness Mozi, please let the blood spirit energy of the Ancestral Blood Art that you have practiced flow into the blood river.

The blood spirits in the blood river will sense your blood and then determine how many layers you are on."

The old man whispered, with some anticipation in his eyes.

It seems that this Demon Prince has only been in the Black Demon Abyss for less than half a year.

I have only been practicing "Ancestral Blood Art" for a short time, so I am going to test the results.

This made the old man sigh. No wonder the other party was a demon. He was the gatekeeper.

It took him ten years to practice the Ancestral Blood Art and he had just entered the first level.

Compared with those demons, it is still very excellent.

This blood-robed demon had been practicing for less than half a year, and now... he was only at the first level, or the second level, or... the legendary third level? After thinking about it, he immediately shook his head.

The Black Sword entered the third level in half a month, and entered the fourth level in three months.

This is the fastest record in the entire Black Demon Abyss.

Apart from Black Sword, no one else has been able to cultivate to the third level in one year.

Ordinary demons also enter one level in about a year.

Therefore, he estimated that the Blood Robe Demon was most likely at the first level, with a small chance of being at the second level.

Qi Yuan listened to the old man's explanation, 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 practicing "Ancestral Blood Sutra".

The network link is in a broken and free state. 】

His eyes detected the different aura of the blood spirit.

Why does this speech sound a bit sci-fi?

Incompatible with the Way of Immortality? No, that cannot be said.

Because Taoism and science fiction, to a certain extent, have the same goal.

"Where did you get this river of blood?" Qi Yuan asked curiously.

The old man was a little confused: "This... I don't know."

"Can you give me some? My house is too empty and I have no pets." Qi Yuan stretched out his hand for something.

This put the old man in a difficult position.

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

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

Qi Yuan said as he took out a card from his pocket. He held a brush and wrote the words "Good Guy Card" on it.

"Look, your good witness!"

The old man saw this scene and couldn't help but smile bitterly. He took the "good guy card" and said, "Thank you, Your Highness Mozi, for this."

When His Highness Mozi ascends to the throne of Yangshen Tianzun, his writings...will be 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 can hold ten thousand pounds of water.

"I wonder if it's enough?" the old man asked cautiously.

He was actually a little puzzled that there were still people interested in this river of blood.

This river of blood is of no use other than measuring the progress of the "Ancestral Blood Art".

"That's enough." Qi Yuan took the golden bowl.

"Okay, I'll test it."

As Qi Yuan spoke, the "Ancestral Blood Art" began to operate.

His thoughts were also flying.

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

Should I cover it up? Generally speaking, monks would hide their weaknesses.

Immediately, he shook his head.

Hiding your ass.

He really wanted to say to Ziyuantian’s ancestor, “Get the ancestral blood!”

He needs to quickly improve his cultivation and increase his ability to protect himself.

Without thinking too much, Qi Yuan's "Ancestral Blood Art" started running frantically.

The old man looked at it carefully, gazing at the river of blood, with an expectant look in his eyes.

After a moment, the old man's eyes lit up: "The blood has not decreased. As expected, Your Highness Mozi has more than one level and is still rushing to the second level."

Seeing this scene, the old man was convinced.

How could the gap between people be so big? Entering the second level in half a year, this speed should be ranked in the top ten in the entire Black Demon Abyss, right? He felt like he was witnessing history.

There are many geniuses.

Ziyuantian, a true genius is about to emerge.

In the next breath, his eyes widened: "Actually... three pillars!"

I saw three columns of blood spraying out from the blood river.

This blood-robed demon... is truly the number one person under the Black Sword.

Apart from Black Sword, no one has ever entered the third level of the Black Demon Abyss within a year.

No wonder there are rumors outside that the ancestor wants to use the blood robe to compete with the black sword.

At first, the old man thought it was a bit far-fetched.

To make an inappropriate analogy, if Mozi is a prodigy that is rarely seen in a ten thousand years, then Black Sword is a prodigy that is rarely seen in a trillion years.

He believed that the Blood Robe was superior to other demons and could surpass the Ice Sword, but he did not believe it could reach the level of the Black Sword.

But at this moment...

His breathing quickened.

Our ancestors had great ideas.

However, once he got into a hurry, he couldn't stop.

Because, the river of blood before my eyes was bubbling up.

Columns of blood rose up madly.

It ends with three, then four, then five!

The old man was stunned and completely shocked.

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

"Seven...pillars?"

His eyes widened, his pupils dilated, his thoughts in a mess.

How could there be seven pillars?

This is the seventh level! When you practice the "Ancestral Blood Sutra" 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 enter the realm of Yang Shen.

The seventh floor is a watershed.

Among all the demons in the Nine Heavens today, those who have cultivated the Ancestral Blood Art to the seventh level are only a handful in number.

Now, there needs to be one more person.

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

result……

Blood robe for half a year? The old man was completely confused, or he didn't know how to do it.

"Don't breathe in the cold air. I feel that this room is a bit hot. It's the seventh floor. Hurry up and exchange the contribution points for me!"

Qi Yuan stretched out his hand and began to ask for contribution points.

After all, you still have to go to the theoretical conference.

These words woke the old man up.

This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

After all, in less than half a year, he had mastered the seventh level of "Ancestral Blood Art".

This is shocking.

It's no less than our ancestor being killed by a three-year-old kid's fart.

"This... according to the procedure, I have to report to my superiors." The old man said with difficulty.

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

It's like if on the blue planet, your neighbor said he won the first prize in the lottery, the prize money is one trillion, I'm afraid you would not accept it because you think it's too ridiculous.

The old man didn't dare to question it, and this matter needed to be reported to his superiors.

As the person in charge of the Ancestral Blood Pavilion, he has a right that ordinary people do not have, which is that he can pass the information in the Ancestral Blood Pavilion to his ancestors.

As he spoke, he took out a stick of black incense and quickly lit it.

In the Black Demon Abyss, black is supreme.

Black incense represents the highest level of information.

After ordering, the old man felt somewhat uneasy, staring at the seven pillars of blood with a dazed look on his face.

Outside the sky.

Ziyuanzu was refining the blood of Black Demon Ancestor. After a moment, he looked a little worried.

"Alas, I can't practice anymore. The root demon tribulation is coming soon. With my current cultivation level, I'm afraid I can't survive the next root demon tribulation."

When a strong person in the realm of ultimate truth attempts to improve his cultivation, he will face the root of the demonic calamity.

The root demon calamity will become stronger and stronger.

If the level of the ultimate truth you comprehend is low, it is easy to perish in the Root Demon Sea when facing the Root Demon Tribulation.

Very few Yang Gods in the Ultimate Realm die in battle, and most die in the Root Demon Tribulation.

There were even powerful people in the realm of great principles who fell in the root demon calamity.

Only by mastering the great truth of the supreme truth can we avoid treading on thin ice when facing the root demon calamity.

“Is my limit only three tribulations?” Ziyuanzu sighed.

In the realm of great truth, he only survived three root demon calamities.

Except for the elder, no one else who has attained the great truth has survived the four calamities.

"Lin Ya Xuan is almost there, but he still doesn't practice. Sigh, it's so hard to understand the great truth." Zi Yuan Zu sighed, and then he thought of something and said dissatisfiedly, "How can I comprehend this level of truth with my dog ​​brain?"

At this moment, a wisp of faint black smoke began to burn outside.

Ziyuanzu's attention was slightly drawn away.

"News from the Zuxue Pavilion..."

His thoughts were racing.

"Could it be that there is a genius, or... that Blood Robe has gone for testing?"

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

He showed anticipation in his eyes: "Is there a third floor, or even a fourth floor?"

He had high hopes for the Blood Robe.

The Black Sword and the Black Demon have the same ancestral blood. It is normal that the Blood Robe cannot compare to the Black Sword in practicing the "Ancestral Blood Sutra", but as long as the difference is not too big, he can accept it.

His hand fell on Hei Xiang.

His eyes rolled.

"Seventh floor??"

He was a little dazed for a moment.

Three months... Seventh level? You are still human! Xuepao had never practiced the "Ancestral Blood Sutra" before, he was sure of that.

Seven levels in three months.

This is no longer him practicing the "Ancestral Blood Sutra", but the "Ancestral Blood Sutra" is begging him to practice it! Ziyuan Zu waved his hand, and the scene in the Ancestral Blood Pavilion appeared in front of him.

Seven pillars of blood, extremely dazzling! This means that the blood robe has really entered the seventh level in three months! He stared at Qi Yuan, shocked, and then ecstatic: "Bullshit Linya, bullshit sixth level, I won't serve you anymore!"

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

Whatever I thought of, the great principles in my body started running wildly.

He wants to intercept this secret and erase it!

ps: Starting tomorrow, I will write 8,000 words every day this month!

That’s right, this sentence is not for readers, but to motivate yourself!

(End of this chapter)