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 a 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 the entire Purple Fate Heaven and even the 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.
As far as the eye can see, 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 made a righteous report, so he cannot be called a reporting dog, but should be called a reporting man.
"But we devils don't have such restrictions. Under the Yang God, 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.
"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.
Yang Shen Tianzun is a towering mountain.
The Yin God can ask the Yang God to take action, which is unimaginable below the Sixth Heaven.
"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.
Ziyuan Xiaolu opened her mouth, revealing an "O-bubbled fruit milk" mouth look.
The figures of the two people also landed near the Ancestral Blood Pavilion.
Rather than saying it is the Ancestral Blood Pavilion, it is better to say it is the Ancestral Blood Kingdom.
A huge besieged city, stretching for an unknown number of miles, with over 100 million people living within it.
You know, these creatures are all monks.
Without enough space and enough spiritual energy, the progress of cultivation will be very slow.
Many creatures are indigenous and local people.
But more of them come from all walks of life in Ziyuantian.
There are six hundred worlds under the jurisdiction of Zi Yuan Tian.
Every day, a large number of monks come to conduct ancestral blood tests.
In this scene, some candidates like Blue Star came to take the imperial examination.
With one level of ancestral blood art, you can become a master in your own world.
"Black Demon Abyss is indeed a powerful force in the Sixth Heaven, and Zi Mansion is not as good as a dog!"
Qi Yuan glanced over and saw thousands of Zifu before he even looked at them.
He is also a monk in the Purple Mansion Realm, so he is a bit weak.
In the Ancestral Blood Pavilion, which stretches for an unknown number of miles, many monks lined up for testing.
Looking at it, it looks like a black dragon.
Many monks looked a little excited and clenched their fists.
Some young people are a little confused and feel a little lost.
This is also normal.
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.
But when you come to Ziyuantian's Ancestral Blood Pavilion, people like him... are just plain cabbage.
A strong man is not as good as a dog.
Tianjiao also has to line up in the bustling queue.
Seeing this scene, Qi Yuan was quite emotional.
There are many talented people in a big place.
If you pick anyone here at random, you can probably beat Senior Brother Kang Fulu.
So, sometimes origin is also important.
"This queue will last until the Year of the Monkey?" Qi Yuan clicked his tongue.
To be honest, he didn't want to queue.
But, his morals and three views tell him to be fair and just and to line up.
This made him feel as if he had met Sister Niujiao.
You have to understand the truth and make up for this shortcoming.
"Senior Brother Blood-robed, I'm a devil. There's no need to line up. Come with me."
Ziyuan Xiaolu said with a smile.
When Qi Yuan heard this, he blinked.
Is there such a good thing?
There is no need to queue, and 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 headed towards the Ancestral Blood Pavilion in a swaggering manner.
When the monks queuing up below saw this, some looked curious.
"How can they fly directly!"
"Those are Mozi, some of 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 Majesty, please come with me."
Ziyuan Xiaolu did not follow.
Stepping into the testing area of the Ancestral Blood Pavilion, 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 looks extremely weird.
A river of blood divides the room in two.
In the river of blood, Qi Yuan's eyes saw many tiny creatures.
The size of those creatures is only as big as bacteria.
Densely packed, it seems 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 let's test the results.
This made the old man couldn't help but sigh, no wonder the other party was the devil, he was the gatekeeper.
It took him ten years to practice the "Ancestral Blood Art" and he had just entered the first level.
Even if he is not compared with those devils, he is still very good.
This blood-robed devil has been practicing for less than half a year, and now he is... on the first level, or on the second level, or... on the legendary third level?
After thinking about it, he immediately shook his head.
Black Sword enters the third level in half a month, and enters 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 reach 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?
Is it inconsistent with 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."
As Qi Yuan spoke, he took out a card from his arms. He took a writing brush and wrote the words "Good Guy Card" on it.
"Look, your good person certificate!"
When the old man saw this scene, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, and put down the "good guy card": "Thank you, Your Highness Demon Son, for the gift."
When His Majesty the Devil comes to Yangshen Tianzun, his ink marks...are worth some money?
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.
"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 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 function.
His thoughts were also flying around.
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, give them 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 anticipation in his eyes.
About a breath of time passed, and the old man's eyes lit up: "The blood spurted out and did not decrease. As expected, His Majesty the Devil is not only on the first level, but 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. This speed ranks among the top ten in the entire Black Demon Abyss, right?
He felt like he was witnessing history.
Geniuses emerge in large numbers.
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 river of blood.
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 use an inappropriate example, Devil 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 me was bubbling upwards.
Pillars of blood rose crazily one by one.
When the three ends, it becomes four, it becomes 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 cultivating the "Ancestral Blood Art" to the seventh level, you don't need to practice, just sleep every day, and have enough resources. One hundred thousand years will pass, and you will directly enter 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……
Half a year in blood robe?
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 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 so 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 superior." The old man said with difficulty.
The scene before me was too exaggerated, too dreamy, and seemed fake.
It's 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 stick of black incense and quickly lit it.
In the Black Demon Abyss, black is respected.
The 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.
Beyond the sky.
Ancestor Zi Yuan was refining the blood of the Black Demon Ancestor. After a moment, he looked a little worried.
"Oh, I can't practice anymore. 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 Realm of Perfection will face the calamity of root demons when they improve their cultivation.
The root demon tribulation will become stronger and stronger.
If the level of the ideal principles you understand is low, you will easily fall into the sea of root demons when faced with the calamity of root demons.
In the realm of 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 calamity of root demon.
Only by mastering the Supreme Principle and the Great Principle can we not walk 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 most reasonable thing?"
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 genius, 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 has great expectations for Blood Robe.
The Black Sword and the Black Demon have the same ancestral blood. It is normal for the Blood Robe to be unable to 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 the black incense.
His eyes rolled.
“Seventh floor??”
He was a little dazed 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.
When I think of something, the great principle in my body moves wildly.
He wants to intercept this piece of heavenly secret and wipe it out!