Chapter 578 Bloodline Awakening

Fang Yue immediately felt his blood boiling, as if it was boiling hot like magma.

In his mind, countless figures appeared, and each figure was constantly practicing advanced martial arts!

Fang Yue carefully counted and found that there were a total of 108 figures in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Each figure could deduce martial arts for him and cultivate it to a high level.

However, activating the figures and deducing martial arts also requires a lot of mental energy.

Fang Yue estimated that if he was not fighting on weekdays, he could let nine figures operate at all times and deduce martial arts at the extreme speed.

And if he closed his eyes to practice, he could let all 108 figures operate at full strength, reaching the peak, and the speed of deducing martial arts increased by 108 times.

Fang Yue finally understood the true talent of the Blood Warrior Clan. Although this magical power cannot be used directly in battle, its true value is greater than any martial arts secrets.

Fang Yue's blood awakened instantly.

Reached the level of Xuan Grade 2!

This is the blood talent of the Blood Warrior Clan.

"The blood grade is one level different. The talent gap cannot be measured by reason. I didn't believe this statement at first. I thought that hard work can make up for such a gap to a certain extent. But now I find that I am wrong!

The difference between Xuan grade blood and Huang grade blood is as big as the difference between heaven and earth. No matter how hard you work, it is difficult to make up for the gap in blood level!"

Fang Yue said to himself in his heart that ordinary human race is not at the same level as the Blood Warrior Clan in terms of blood talent.

Once the blood of the Blood Warrior Clan practitioners awakens, they can immediately become martial arts masters, but what about the human race? It takes thousands of times of tempering on the edge of life and death to achieve the same achievement.

"Fang Yue, this is not entirely true. The blood talent of the Blood Warrior Clan is indeed powerful, but it also needs the support of the corresponding realm! Because your soul level is transcendent, you can always maintain nine figures practicing martial arts, while the general Blood Warrior Clan in the Heaven and Earth Realm can only control three figures to practice martial arts at the same time when they are in seclusion!"

Barrow appeared in Fang Yue's sea of ​​consciousness and answered his doubts.

In this operation, Barrow has always been dormant in the dark, waiting for the opportunity.

Because the resurrection altar, even he is very interested.

Life and death are reversed, yin and yang are reversed, this is simply an incredible miracle!

If he can touch the resurrection altar and feel the mysterious opportunity in it, he can also immediately realize it, and draw inferences from it to get incredible fortune and perception.

The Blood Demon King saw Fang Yue's blood reviving, and couldn't help but nod repeatedly.

"Originally, I felt a different aura in you, so I let your blood awaken. To see if you are a spy sent by other tribes! As a result, I enlightened you a little bit, and your blood awakened immediately, and also gave birth to 108 warriors! This is definitely the blood inheritance of my Blood Warrior Clan, there is no mistake! Your identity is worthy of my trust!"

The words of the Blood Demon King made Fang Yue sweat coldly.

If he was not a Ten Thousand Devouring Demon Body, which could devour other bloods and simulate the talent of any blood, he would probably be exposed and discovered by the Blood Demon King, and then be regarded as an enemy and killed immediately by the Blood Demon King!

"I know who you are, you are Wu Shentong, the ancestor of the Blood Warrior Clan who was suppressed by Yin Yang Tianzun! In the Blood Warrior Clan, only the most outstanding talents can use the word Wu as their surname!

Wu Shentong, weren't you suppressed by Yin Yang Tianzun with one finger? Why can you come back to life!"

The old man in a horse jacket spoke in surprise, with thousands of thoughts in his eyes.

The existence of Wu Shentong is recorded in the oldest classics of their family. He and Yin Yang Tianzun lived in the same era. As the saying goes, there can't be two tigers in one mountain. The two began to fight from the level of the Wheel of Reincarnation, and then fought endlessly until they reached the level of the Saint. Yin Yang Tianzun was slightly better than Wu Shentong and completely suppressed him. From then on, there was no name of Wu Shentong in history!

Wu Shentong sighed slightly: "Back then, I didn't think I could survive. It seems that Yin Yang Tianzun is still kind. Although he killed my physical body back then, he left a trace of my divine thoughts and gave me a glimmer of hope for resurrection!

This altar is probably prepared for me, so that I can be resurrected and reborn, and stand in this world again. He also feels that he is invincible and lonely, so he wants to revive the old friend of that year!"

Wu Shentong spoke, making the marine creatures, the Blood Eagle Clan, and the Golden Giant all sneer.

"A loser who has disappeared from history is actually thinking about the resurrection altar of Yin Yang Tianzun? You want to be resurrected, but there is no way! You are just a small guard left by Yin Yang Tianzun to guard the resurrection altar! You really take yourself seriously!"

Those people all expressed disdain for Wu Shentong.

A loser is destined to have no qualifications to compete with him.

Zhang Kui opened his mouth slightly, wanting to speak, but in the end he didn't say a word.

Yin Yang Tianzun is one of the strongest in the history of the human race. Even when he ascended to the fairyland and stepped into the heaven, he had swept through thousands of troops and left a great reputation.

He has been invincible since he was a child. It is hard to find a rival in the same realm. It is almost common for him to fight across several realms and kill the strong men of the older generation.

Among his peers, those who can always be his enemy and fight him to the same level are definitely not extras or lackeys.

"Loser? Yes! I am already the dust of history, a humble loser! Only one person can succeed in the path of seeking the truth, and all others will become the dust of history! Even if I am resurrected, I will never be able to step into the realm of the Heavenly Venerable!"

The Blood Demon King, Wu Shentong sighed.

Then he hunched his back, showing a hint of aging and decline.

"I am too lazy to fight with you for this resurrection altar! This Blood Demon body is also very good! As an old generation, I am too lazy to get involved in the opportunities of the younger generation, but you just called me an ant, but you don't have the capital to say that!"

Wu Shentong sighed again.

This sigh echoed in the minds of those marine creatures, the Blood Eagle Clan, and the Golden Giant for a long time.

When they woke up, they were surprised to find that their realm had been cut down by a layer!

His strength suddenly decreased, and even the flow of the true energy in his body became stagnant.

"Wu Shen Tong, using martial arts to enter the supernatural power! This is his most famous technique of cutting the essence. With a wave of his hand, he can cut the true essence of people, which can destroy hundreds of years of hard work!"

The old man in a mandarin jacket spoke, and his eyes showed a deep awe.

Even though this Wu Shen Tong was once suppressed by Yin Yang Tian Zun, even though he was once a loser in history.

But he was a figure who had fought with Yin Yang Tian Zun for an era after all.

His reputation is definitely not something that can be easily humiliated by some cats and dogs!

"My cultivation has been cut off by a small layer, but I spent countless resources and spent a lot of money to cultivate it!"

"Damn it, damn it, a small realm represents my nearly a hundred years of hard work. I was originally a strong man at the peak of the ninth level of Yin Yang Realm! Only one step away from the thorough realm, but this sigh of life has ruined all my hopes!"

The two major ethnic groups were simply in an uproar.

This Blood Demon King is simply an out-and-out demon.

On the contrary, the golden giant felt a chill in his heart and dared not say much.

Such means are simply incredible and unpredictable!

With a sigh, he killed so many people with a small realm of cultivation. This is definitely not opportunism, but a real magical power!

It is more difficult to kill them than to kill them.

This also means that this martial arts ability has the power to kill them at any time!

At this time, a rumbling sound sounded.

On the ground, an altar finally appeared.

This is a resurrection altar and it is completely different from the magnificent, exquisite and delicate appearance in the imagination!

This resurrection altar is just a ball of yellow mud with countless cracks in it.

It seems to crack and break at any time!

However, there are wisps of pure life and the breath of death lingering in it, barely maintaining this resurrection altar and preventing it from collapsing immediately!

"The resurrection altar looks like this!"

When Fang Yue saw the resurrection altar for the first time, he was shocked by the complex and mysterious texture of the power of life and death!

As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, experts watch the doorway!

Fang Yue is the typical person who watches the doorway.

On the randomly piled yellow mud altar, Fang Yue saw countless delicate runes wriggling in the altar.

Every rune is so exquisite, like a magical power.

Every stroke is supreme creation. A little understanding of the meaning can directly enter the way of life or the way of death.

"This resurrection altar is mine!"

Tuoba Lianyun directly grabbed it. As the saying goes, the quick hand has it, the slow hand has it. Once the resurrection altar is in hand, he can immediately crush the talisman in his hand and escape. As for the remaining creatures in the ocean world, all of them can be abandoned.

Because the resurrection altar is of great significance, in order to get such a thing, some necessary efforts are still worthwhile!

"Stupid guy!"

The old man in a mandarin jacket shook his head slightly, sighed, and turned his head with his hands behind his back, as if he couldn't bear to see Tuoba Lianyun's miserable end.

Sure enough, Tuoba Lianyun's palm just touched the resurrection altar.

His body exploded immediately, turning into a virgin chicken, his soul was scattered, his body was annihilated, and he became the finest dust, dead and dead.

"Life and death are big things, not to mention the resurrection altar that can reverse life and death. If this thing is really so easy to conquer, my giant clan would have taken it away long ago!"

The golden giant shook his head, as if sighing at Tuoba Lianyun's stupidity.

This is a strong man in the Yin-Yang realm, and he is a giant in any clan!

And such a giant fell here so easily, and even his body was blown up and couldn't be found!

This is a pity, and it also makes everyone alert.

The things left by Yin-Yang Tianzun are not so easy to take away!

"This altar is mine! I am the inheritor of Yin Yang Tianzun! Reverse Yin and Yang, revive the altar! Take things from the void, and they belong to me!"

The old man in a mandarin jacket stretched out his dry palm.

It looked like a dragon, or a phoenix claw.

This is the brilliance of Yin Yang Tianzun's inheritance. Yin alone cannot be born, and Yang alone cannot grow. Any method he passed down is a combination of Yin and Yang, authentic and peaceful.