Immemorial Sword Venerable

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"Yes, the Great Emperor Dongxu."

Huo Mo Zhen's eyes came back and said aloud.

He had also just felt a familiar breath in Dongsong Mountain, but he didn't remember it for a while.

Looking back now, it is really the breath of Dongxu Emperor.

"It seems that this guy should be from Ancient Saint Chaos." The old man laughed.

The Great Emperor Dongxu was also a strong man at the same level as them, except that they were much younger than them and were their descendants.

I have seen it in some places.

"It's getting more and more interesting. The kid from Ruodong Market knows that his descendants have a chance to become one of the candidates, and I don't know what will happen.

"Although this son has the bloodline of a pseudo-black hole, it is still difficult to become a candidate."

...

Blood veins are bound, and Dongsui Mountain.

Since Fang Chen closed, Xiao Huo has been practicing alone.

He raised his head and looked at the endless sky, always feeling someone spying on him.

"Who is it?"

Xiaohuo mumbled.

After watching it for a long time, there was nothing to gain. He set his eyes on himself.

"I feel that there is a strong flame power in my body, but there is no trace."

Xiaohuo said to himself.

"Forget it, still practice with peace of mind, and ask your brother to ask him after he leaves the border." Xiaohuo sat cross-legged and continued to understand the mystery of the source of the blood.

Not far away, Fang Chen's body was surrounded by ten kinds of blood power.

Above his head, the blood vessels of the pseudo-black hole are suspended, slowly absorbing ten kinds of special blood vessels.

This is a long process. This time Fang Chen was determined to evolve the pseudo-black hole bloodline into a real black hole bloodline, so he calmed down to practice.

Time is passing, one year, two years, ten years, one hundred years.

Leisurely, thirty thousand years have passed.

You know, Fang Chen only took less than 20,000 years to cultivate to the early stage of Xinggu Realm.

But this time it took 30,000 years to retreat.

During this period, Xiao Huo looked at Fang Chen from time to time, but the latter had been closed.

"Brother seems to have broken through."

Xiaohuo felt the breath on Fang Chen's body and strengthened himself, saying to himself.

In fact, Fang Chen did break through.

After 30,000 years, Xiu Wei has quietly reached the peak of Xinggu Realm. Striding out three small realms in a row, the strength is advancing by leaps and bounds.

And the evolution of the bloodline of the pseudo-black hole has also reached a crucial step.

...

During this period, the cultivation of Bing Wushuang and Blood Drops also advanced by leaps and bounds.

Not long ago, the two of them broke through to the middle of the Fate of the Ancient Realm, and the strength was even higher. There was even a sign of becoming the strongest person in the bloodline.

For 30,000 years, the blood enchantment gradually calmed down.

No outsiders entered this area anymore. With the disappearance of Fang Chen, the deeds of the Flame Tribe gradually subsided.

In the tribe of ice.

At a glance, the sky was white and covered with snow.

In the sky, there were snowflakes.

Bing Wusi sat cross-legged on a snowy mountain, and the void was frozen around him.

Wow!

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, his hands spread out, and the entire snow mountain was frozen in an instant, and the snow falling in the air was also imprisoned for an instant.

"The blood of ice has finally evolved to the most perfect point."

Bing Wushuang grinned.

In his mouth, he spit out a turbid gas gently, and he suddenly returned to the original state.

Pedal Pedal!

A man hurried up the hill and said breathlessly: "Wushuang, we found a suspicious place."

Bing Mushuang looked at the person calmly and did not speak.

"Because the location of the meeting of all the ethnic groups is in the Wansheng Mountain, we will investigate in advance, but unexpectedly found an amazing scene." The person whispered: "Our people found on the half-mountain side of Wansheng Mountain The suspected space class treasure. "

"Ok?"

Hearing the words, Bing Wushuang's plain face finally wavered.

"It was 30,000 years ago, and our Ice Tribe and Blood Serpent Tribe tried to dig the ground three feet without finding the guy. He seemed to disappear out of thin air, so I guessed whether he was hiding in space In the category of treasure. "

After hearing the last sentence, Bing Wushuang Teng stood up.

"How long is it before the meeting of the clans?"

"three days left."

"I set off immediately and went to the Halloween Mountain."

...

The Wansheng Mountain is the core place of blood enchantment.

This mountain is very famous, soaring into the sky, whenever there are major events, the tribes will hold a meeting here.

And this meeting is a regular meeting every 100,000 years, to discuss the future development of blood formation.

Three days later, the tribes of the Ice Tribe arrived at Wansheng Mountain.

At this time, the Wansheng Mountain was already overcrowded, and all the ethnic groups gathered here.

"Just there."

Someone in the crowd pointed, and Bing Wushuang spread his palms, secretly releasing the blood of ice, layers of ice, penetrated below the ground, and then spread to the mountainside.

Soon, he discovered the existence of space treasures.

"It's really deep enough."

Bing Wushuang sneered, stepped out, and came to the mountainside.

His actions attracted many martial artists on the top of Wansheng Mountain.

"What is Bing Wushuang doing?"

"What does he seem to be looking for?"

The voice of whispering never ceases.

Click!

Ice blocks covered the Halloween Mountain, and the entire mountainside was frozen.

Suddenly, the Dongxi Mountain hidden in the void revealed the prototype.

Many warriors were shocked, but they did not expect that there was a space treasure hidden on the mountainside.

"Who is it, hiding here?"

"Look at Bing Wushuang's angry look, wouldn't it be the same guy 30,000 years ago?"

boom!

In the distance, a **** breath permeated, a blood python running through the sky and roaring.

Above the blood python, there was a tall, tall figure, leaping down.

After a glance at the blood drop, he discovered the treasure of space.

"Is that guy?" Blood Drop asked.

"pretty close."

The blood enchantment is not too big, and Bing Mushuang is very clear about this. I have never heard of such a space-like treasure.

"Interestingly, I have been hiding here for 30,000 years."

Blooddrops grumbled.

On the top of the mountain, many tribes looked at each other.

Some have good relations with the two major tribes, and they have come forward to support the two strong men.

"boom!"

Bing Wushuang urges the blood of ice to freeze the cave and prevent it from escaping.

"give it to you."

Blooddrops heard the words, focused on his head, stepped out, stepped on the Dongqi Mountain, and then surrounded by the blood python, his fist hit the Dongqi Mountain fiercely.

Rumble!

Dongxie Mountain shook endlessly, Fang Chen in the retreat suddenly woke up.

"Brother, are you awake?"

Seeing the small fire, he hurriedly shouted: "Someone seems to be attacking outside."

Buzz!

Fang Chen's body, surrounded by black breath, trembling breath, diffused.

Unexpectedly, the small fire was surrounded by black breath, and the depressed ones were breathless.

"It's terrible," Xiaohuo muttered.

Fang Chen raised his palm, a trace of black breath, swimming in the palm of his hand.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Black hole blood."

In 30,000 years, his cultivation practice not only reached the peak of Xingguo Realm, but also evolved the bloodline of the pseudo-black hole.

"When I absorb the forty-nine kinds of blood veins, the power of the black hole blood veins will be fully revealed."

Fang Chen stood up and slapped Xiao Huo's shoulder.

"Xiaohuo, do you still remember the tribe was destroyed 30,000 years ago?" Fang Chen asked.

"of course I remember."

Xiaohuo clenched his fists, killing all directions.

"Then do you want to avenge them?"

"Thinking all the time."

Fang Chen nodded his head and flicked his finger, and suddenly a mirror appeared in the void.

"Look at me, **** them all and avenge the tribes."

After talking, Fang Chen stepped out and disappeared into the Dongxi Mountain.

On the mountain side of the Halloween Mountain.

At this moment, a lot of powerful people have gathered, attacking with all their strength.

Click!

Dongxieshan shook, and it seemed to be broken at any time.

"Everyone is working harder, and Space Treasure cannot withstand our power, and it will break apart." Xuedizi said in a deep voice.

Bing Mushuang on the side also nodded and confidently said: "With another blow, there will be a crack in the space treasure, and then the power of my ice blood vein will take the opportunity to enter it and completely freeze its interior."