Invincible Bloodline

The middle of the strange and magical forest.

A young martial artist dressed in a purple gown, full of extravagance, like a nobleman, is walking carefully! ! !

Ziyun Master Fang Zhiyun is one of the twelve people on the Earth Spirit List of the Purple Spirit Sect. He is a fourth-level martial artist in the early stage. His Ziyun true skills are almost perfect. Even if he is facing an ordinary seventh-level heavenly martial artist, he is not without the power to fight. However, here In the strange forest, still dare not have the slightest vigilance.

Shadow demons that move mysteriously and come and go without a trace are no joke. Not long ago, he almost fell into a sneak attack by a four-tailed shadow demon. If he hadn't had the last moment, he used a magic weapon given by his master. His life-saving sword talisman probably died under the sharp claws of that shadow monster, and his blood and brain were swallowed up by that shadow monster! ! !

"You are the one!!!"

Two miles to the southwest of Fang Zhiyun, Yang Fan, dressed in black, had a flash of murderous intent in his eyes. He immediately activated the Hidden Spirit Jade with all his strength, hiding his aura, his figure flashed, and he cautiously approached Fang Zhiyun.

In a few breaths, Yang Fan had already appeared thirty feet away from Fang Zhiyun.

"Um!!!"

Fang Zhiyun was very sensitive. When Yang Fan had just approached the land of thirty feet, he seemed to have discovered something abnormal, and suddenly turned around. Unfortunately, his sight was limited, and his spiritual consciousness was suppressed by the mysterious force for more than nine levels. He simply discovered that Yang Fan was less than thirty feet away.

"What a vigilant guy, it's a pity that you still have to die today!!!"

"Boom!!!"

Suddenly, the power of Yang Fan's flesh shell exploded with all his strength, and his speed suddenly surged to the limit. In less than half a breath, he had crossed thirty feet and appeared in front of Fang Zhiyun, punching his head.

The power contained in this punch was as high as 50 million cauldrons. It was like stars falling and ferocious beasts galloping. Wherever it passed, large tracts of void were exploded into slag in all directions, and the infinite air current exploded and reversed. .....

"ah!!!"

An ominous omen of collapse swept deeply into Fang Zhiyun's heart. In the midst of lightning and flint, Fang Zhiyun used the spiritual power in his body and punched out! ! !

However, the gap between the two sides is really too big, too big, it's like a difference between clouds and mud. Even if they are prepared for a decisive blow, there is almost no hope of resisting this decisive punch, let alone the rush. Under this, his whole body's strength has not been able to reach the eighth level! ! !

Not a breath! ! !

"Puff!", "Puff!",, "Puff!"......

Fang Zhiyun's low-grade treasure-level clothing was first shaken to pieces by the violent fist wind. Immediately afterwards, dense crack marks appeared on his jade-white skin. Under the skin, there were precious bones. , and cracks spread like spider webs in an instant.

The crisp and terrifying sound of bone cracking sounded like firecrackers.

Every bone in Fang Zhiyun's body was broken, and his skin was torn with criss-crossing gaps! ! !

next moment.......

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!"......

His whole body was like an arrow that had escaped from the string, flying backwards and smashing dozens of towering ancient trees that were hugged by several people. He just fell to the ground, his eyes were blurred, his life was gone, he obviously couldn't survive! ! !

"Twenty-six!!!" Yang Fan casually put Fang Zhiyun's broken body into the Qiankun bag and murmured. In less than a day, Yang Fan had gained a lot. He was able to enter the secret realm of demon spirits. First of all, they are not the elite geniuses of the three major sects, and coupled with the harvest in the Death Swamp, their worth has skyrocketed. Among the previous twenty-five people, the worth of the worst is no less than 10,000 spirit stones. The best among them, although they cannot Compared with young giants like An Xieyun and Qi Hu, but compared with Fang Qingyu and others, it is not bad at all, or even worse. Twenty-five people together almost made Yang Fan's worth skyrocket. More than one floor.

Having more than one layer doesn't sound like a lot, but don't forget that Yang Fan is not as rich as he was back then. After taking away the Qiankun bags of An Xieyun, Qi Hu and others, Yang Fan is now worth more than tens of millions of low-grade spiritual stones. , enough to shock the first person on the peak.

Of course, this does not include the top-notch mid-level mysterious weapon that he got through bad luck-the black long knife. Otherwise, that many layers would be too scary! ! !

Picking up Fang Zhiyun's Qiankun Bag, Yang Fan's terrifying mental power, which was not even weaker than that of a heavy Wuhou, swept out, instantly destroying Fang Zhiyun's mental imprint, and counted the harvest.

Fang Zhiyun was very lucky. Not only did he collect hundreds of hundred-year-old elixirs, he also picked three thousand-year-old elixirs and one thousand-year-old sun grass, which is the master of refining the top-quality elixir - the nine-day sun elixir. One of the medicines, this is the holy medicine in the hearts of countless fire-attribute warriors. Just one can equal half a century of their hard work. A thousand-year-old white lotus. This is the main medicine of the ultimate healing treasure, the Holy Lotus Pill. Just one. ,, even those who are seriously injured and dying can be treated. It is no exaggeration to say that having a Holy Lotus Pill is equivalent to an extra life. The last thousand-year-old elixir is a wood spirit fruit. You can take it. Achieve the acquired wood spirit body, and practice wood-attribute martial arts and martial arts in the future, and you will get twice the result with half the effort! ! !

It can be said that each of these three thousand-year-old elixirs is worth less than 10,000 spirit stones. Together with other treasures in the other Qiankun bags, the total value will not be much different even if it is less than 100,000 spirit stones. However, Now all this is cheaper for Yang Fan.

After putting away the Qiankun Bag with satisfaction, Yang Fan moved and once again walked through the strange demonic forest, looking for one target after another to hunt.

Although the mysterious power filled in the strange demonic forest has the effect of suppressing spiritual consciousness, all warriors in it will have their spiritual consciousness suppressed for more than nine levels. However, Yang Fan's mental power is too terrifying, almost comparable to the ancestor Wu Hou. Even if it is suppressed for more than nine levels, it can still cover a two-mile radius. In this strange magical forest, it is like a fish in water. Coupled with the hidden aura of the Hidden Spirit Jade, it is completely like the death from the netherworld. The God of God, the disciples of the three sects, was in bad luck. Every day, a large number of geniuses fell into the hands of Yang Fan.

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"boom!!!"

Once again beating an Iron Sword Sect swordsman into a meat pie, Yang Fan came up with the idea of ​​​​leaving the strange demonic forest and heading to the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains. He had stayed in this strange demonic forest for five days, and he could hunt every day for the first two days. There were about twenty disciples of the three sects, but in the next two days, they didn't kill as many people as the first day. Especially today, most of the day had passed, and including this Iron Sword Sect swordsman, they were just hunting. The three of them, if they stay in this weird forest, I'm afraid there won't be any big gains! ! !

After all, there are only a limited number of warriors who can enter the Demon Spirit Secret Realm. Counting their Seven Star Sect, there are only 720 people. Including those who were damaged in the Death Swamp, if 500 people can successfully enter the strange demon forest, it is considered the limit. , and in the past few days, although he has hunted and killed three disciples of the three sects, there are not a hundred, but there are nearly seventy people. This is already a very impressive number. If you add in the Anxie he killed in the Death Swamp, Yun, Qi Hu and others, the three geniuses in his hands are as high as seventy-five.

It’s not that I don’t know, but I’m shocked to know that there are only seventy-two people on the list. If this spreads out, Yang Fan will be hunted down by the three major sects, and even the ancestor Wuhou will be dispatched. These people are not ordinary disciples, they are all top geniuses with middle bloodlines of the eighth grade! ! !

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Liu Qin has forty-two people on the Earth Spirit List of the Purple Spirit Sect. He is an eighth-grade high-blooded person and a first-level martial artist. Among the seven hundred and twenty geniuses of the four sects, he has the same appearance as him and can barely be regarded as above average. , but his luck was quite good, and could even be said to be a little unlucky. There was an error in the teleportation array, and he was teleported into the secret realm of demon spirits alone. He fell from the sky and directly killed a low-level beast general, taking away a large number of spirits. Grass, and then encountered two beasts competing for a thousand-year-old elixir. They fought hard, and finally let them reap the benefits. Although there were dangers on the road from time to time, they were able to turn dangers into good fortune every time. In Xianshu novels, Duoduo is just a pig’s foot! ! !

After killing the two-tailed shadow demon that sneaked up on him with one sword, Liu Qin's eyes were suddenly attracted to an ancient tree not far ahead with several people hugging each other. It was a big tree nearly ten feet high. The leaves are like cattail fans, and there are strange fruits that look like apples but are black in color.

"This...this...this is so...it seems to be Mo...Mo Jingguo?" At some point, Liu Qin's breathing became short of breath , his eyes were full of fiery light, and even his heartbeat accelerated sharply, as if it would jump out of his chest at any moment.

"I...I'm not mistaken, it's...really Mo...Mo Jingguo..."

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The author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: The first update is delivered, go out for a meal, and continue to code! ! !