Infinite Bloodcore

The night is dark.

In the valley of the small island, Cang Xu climbed up from the ground.

"Oh, my arms and legs are old." The old scholar hammered his waist with his fist.

Seeing this scene, Bai Ya couldn't help but recall the scene in the Crescent Harbor dock where Cang Xu smoothed the wound on his face and healed it directly.

"Master Cangxu is a necromancer, and his body has been transformed by necromancy. Will he be tired too?" Bai Ya was confused.

Zong Ge folded his arms and watched indifferently.

After Cang Xu's hour-long carving and arrangement, there were dense lines on the valley floor and the surrounding mountain walls.

These lines range from thick to thin, some are straight like swords, and some are curved like vines.

Cang Xu frowned slightly and checked it carefully for the last time. After confirming that it was correct, he began to infuse his magic power into this temporary alchemy circle.

As more and more magic power was transferred, the lines gradually lit up, and soon the entire alchemy circle was lit up.

The radiance gradually condensed, forming a huge white ball of light in the center of the circle.

"Successful!" Seeing the light ball stabilize, Cang Xu's face showed joy.

The order has already been decided.

Sandao held the soul crystal in his arms and walked into the white ball of light under the gaze of everyone.

The brilliance had no effect on the three swords, but the soul crystal in the goblin's hand quickly dissipated in the white light and turned into thick black smoke, quickly transforming the white ball of light into a black ball.

A vortex formed in the black ball, and the vortex continued to flow, making a whining sound.

After a dozen breaths, the black ball turned into a white ball of light again.

The goblin three swords walked out of the ball of light in high spirits.

Someone asked loudly: "How do you feel?"

"Great!" Sandao smiled.

Second place is cyanobacteria.

After he walked out, he was also in high spirits, all the previous fatigue was gone, and he sincerely praised: "It is indeed the famous soul crystal."

But Cang Xu reminded: "This is just your illusion. Your spirit has suddenly increased, but your physical fatigue is still there. Don't be careless."

Zonge ranked seventh.

The Cavaliers boy is in tenth place.

After consuming one soul crystal, he felt his ears clear and his eyesight clear, and he felt a huge sense of relaxation.

Cang Xu said: "Sir, you have signed many contracts recently. There are magic covenants and secret-keeping contracts. These will cause constraints and burdens on your body and soul."

Apparently, improvements in mental strength are making this burden less of a burden.

It is difficult for a contract with a lower level to bind an object with a higher life level.

As for why it is a covenant and not a slave contract or something.

This is because although Golden Chin and Sea Snake were captured by the Knight Boys and their group, they first defected to the Empire. The young man and others also have their backs to the empire, so it is not appropriate to execute them.

Secondly, they are members of the Firebeard Pirates. Whether they are killed or enslaved, the Firebeard Pirates will become enemies. This is a waste of money.

Finally, the young man had to consider the holy monument.

Bai Ya is among the last ones.

Lan Zao comforted him, saying there was still hope for a bloodline mutation.

But this hope is very slim.

Bai Ya felt a resentment in his heart that he could not express, and he did not give up the right to use the soul crystal this time.

"Perhaps the improvement of mental power can help my practice." With this lucky idea, Bai Ya secretly came to the corner alone and began to practice Dou Qi.

There is no long rope for him to swing here, but he has mastered the tricks of muscle movement, and he can practice very efficiently by swinging his arms.

The improvement in mental power is indeed obvious.

He felt the emergence of fighting spirit more clearly than before.

Threads of fighting spirit, somewhere between existence and non-existence, are slowly produced, and then quickly disappear as they spread.

Bai Ya: "..."

Soul crystal is indeed of no help to fighting spirit cultivation.

On the contrary, the improvement of his mental power allowed Bai Ya to see the cruel truth about his qualifications more clearly.

After practicing for a while, Bai Ya's anger and frustration made him unable to control himself. He clenched his fists and looked up at the deep night sky. He had a strong urge to shout and roar at the sky and the gods.

But in the end, he gritted his teeth and endured it.

The young man didn't know that everything he did was in the eyes of Cyanobacteria.

Lan Zao sighed and did not come forward to comfort him.

Because he knows that comfort is useless.

Bai Ya needs to accept this cruel fact. Lan Zao even felt that the words he comforted Bai Ya about the bloodline mutation actually caused Bai Ya more pain.

Because this gives Bai Ya hope.

And hope, which makes people yearn for, also causes pain.

"He needs to face reality alone." In the end, Lan Zao left silently.

He also began to practice Buddhism.

Unlike Bai Ya, he has a bronze level talent.

In his body, fighting spirit continued to arise. Regardless of the speed of production or the scale, it is much more than Bai Ya. Fighting energy is like mist, shrouding Cyanobacteria's body.

However, Cyanobacteria sighed in his heart.

Just like Bai Ya hopes to become a bronze fighter, Lan Zao also yearns to become a black iron level for many years.

Not available!

No matter how hard he tried, no matter how hard he tried, there was no sign of success. Not even a trace.

Bloodlines form a gulf between people.

But the cyanobacteria have long been used to it.

The mental journey Bai Ya is going through is something he has gone through before. It is also the path that countless extraordinary people have traveled throughout the ages.

In the darkness, he sat on the ground covered in ashes.

Surrounded by dense island rainforest.

Some of the pirates led by a man dressed in gray were sleeping with their eyes closed around the bonfire. There are also some scattered around, serving as security guards.

Covered in ashes, he is practicing fighting spirit.

Although his lower body was still, his hands were in constant motion.

Sometimes he pointed his fingers together like a sword, sometimes his hands were like claws, and sometimes he inserted one finger into the fist of the other hand and kept thrusting in and out.

This is the way to practice Gray Mist Dou Qi.

He has silver-level bloodline, so the generation of fighting spirit is another story.

Streams of fighting energy originated from the tips of his fingers, then gathered into his palms, flowing down his arms like a stream. It continuously penetrated into the depths of his body.

The night fades and dawn comes.

Covered in gray, he slowly opened his eyes.

He felt tired.

Fighting Qi practice is a difficult and arduous process that taps strength from the body, so it is easy to get tired.

If you keep practicing continuously, the limit of being covered in ashes is one day and one night. He is far from reaching his limit now.

Because this is in the wild, it is not a good environment for cultivation. You need to stay in shape and not push yourself to the limit. Just like Zonge training the pirates on the Birdie, he never tried his best. It is necessary to maintain a certain state to prepare for sudden battles.

But this was not the main reason why Yi Yi stopped practicing.

"Squirrel..." Yi Yi, who was covered in gray, kept thinking about the sunken ship.

This ship has a very special meaning to him.

He needed to salvage the Gray Rat and make repairs.

But this behavior is dangerous.

The place where the Squirrel sank must have been watched by someone from the meat bank.

He needs a good opportunity and the help of others.

The knight boy was the one he turned to for help, and the former also made requests that required his performance.

"Credit!" Yi Yihui understood this.

"Everyone, get up, don't sleep anymore. We want to explore the entire island as soon as possible." The pirates he led were all awakened by ashes.

The pirates did not get a good sleep and were mumbling.

"No, the genius has just dawned."

"Didn't the captain of the dragon suit say it? It won't set sail until the afternoon."

"We have collected a lot of food and water, which is enough for us, Mr. Gray."

He was dressed in gray and shook his head. He wanted to explore the island and draw a map.

Although this contribution is small, it adds up to a lot.

He knew clearly in his heart: Although he signed a covenant with Longfu, in fact the relationship between the two parties was not equal, and there was a distinction between superior and inferior.

He is dressed in gray but has a silver-level cultivation. At the same time, he has been working as a pirate for a long time and has a small reputation.

Although the pirates were reluctant, they did not dare to disobey his orders. Soon they were on their way.

The sky is getting brighter, which brings more convenience to the exploration of the gray group.

Just as the sun rose from the sea, a group of people dressed in gray crossed the entire island and came to the other side.

The waves were churning endlessly, and a group of pirates suddenly appeared from the reef.

Both sides were stunned when they saw each other.

A gray man looked around quickly, and his eyes quickly stopped on the opponent's little boss. The leader of this group of pirates is a bronze warrior with a scimitar at his waist.

The other party was also looking at the person in ashes.

"Orc?" The characteristics of a gray rat man are very obvious.

"Aristocrat?" He is dressed in elegant gray clothes, with exquisite accessories. His body is straight, especially the collar is tightly buttoned, giving him a meticulous look.

"Silver level?!" The gray aura made the other pirate's heart skip a beat.

"Wait, you are..." The little bronze leader hesitated for a moment, thinking of the identity of the person dressed in gray.

But the next moment, he was dressed in gray and took action boldly!

He charged straight forward, wielding his rapier, and quickly penetrated the opponent's ranks.

The rapier flashed several times in the crowd, as if several silver lightnings were born out of thin air.

Just as the pirates of the Justice had reacted, they were already standing at the end of the opponent's team, covered in gray.

The little bronze head's eyes widened and he covered his neck. But the blood still couldn't stop, gushing out from the gaps between his fingers.

The pirates behind him fell to the ground one by one and never got up again.

Later, the little boss also fell on the wet and cold rocks. His face before his death was full of fear and shock.

The sharp swordsmanship, all in gray, shocked the pirates of the Justice.

Just as they were about to cheer, they were stopped by a blanket of ashes: "Shut up, idiots! Do you want the enemy to discover us?"

"Yes, they are all pirates!" An old pirate said with certainty, looking at the corpses on the ground.

"Whose people are they?"

"It's not a merchant ship. There's no need for us to provoke our colleagues for no reason, right?"