Huang Ying and A Leng glanced at An Nanjing, but did not speak.
An Nanjing, they naturally know that, the one in front of them is the body of the Martial God. Especially A Leng, she has experienced An Nanjing's strength. It can be said that An Nanjing is no weaker than any of the three of them.
An Nanjing was not good at words and did not speak, and the field became quiet.
Inside the Hongmeng Tower.
Yang Ye was sitting in the training room. At this moment, he has been thinking about a question!
That is the power of blood!
When he frantically used the mad magic sword technique before, he didn't feel anything at that time, but in retrospect, he found that his blood at that time seemed to be undergoing some kind of transformation. Moreover, at the moment when he was the most excited about cutting, his blood was a little boiling, but it soon calmed down.
boiling!
Blood boils!
This is a point that Yang Ye caught.
The Yang family has always had the bloodline of madness, but this bloodline will make people fall into madness and lose themselves. Therefore, the Yang family themselves rarely use it, and Yang Ye is not in the Yang family at all. Therefore, how to really stimulate the power of the bloodline , to improve himself, Yang Ye doesn't know at all. His father Yang Wudi must have known it, but his father did not teach it to him, and his father also improved the bloodline of the madman.
improve!
Said to be an improvement, in fact, it can be said that the factor of madness has been suppressed. When he arrived at Yang Ye, as his strength improved and he realized the meaning of madness, it can be said that he has now broken through his father's improved bloodline and returned to the purest madness bloodline of the Yang family.
And what he has to do now is how to stimulate the power of his own blood!
At present, he has not really mastered the bloodline of the madman, but after releasing the will of the madman, he will receive a little blessing of the power of the bloodline. Even so, his strength has been improved a lot!
However, how to really stimulate the power of one's own bloodline
For this, Yang Ye has absolutely no way, everything can only be explored by himself. However, after groping for a long time, he didn't find a way.
"You want to stimulate your own bloodline power?" At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in the field.
Yang Ye looked up, it was the sword scripture.
Yang Ye nodded.
Jian Jing said softly: "I have seen your battle before. I have carefully observed that in that battle, at the moment when your strength was at its peak, the blood vessels under your skin trembled. It should be said, Your blood boiled at that moment, but soon calmed down again."
"What do you mean?" Yang Ye asked.
Jian Jing said softly: "What I mean is, if you want to stimulate your bloodline, you may only have to fight, fight madly. When the battle reaches a certain level, it should be said that when the madness reaches a certain level, the power of your bloodline will increase. It is possible to activate. The activation method of each bloodline is different, and your mad bloodline may need to fight, to be precise, it requires madness.
In the practice room, Yang Ye fell silent.
Madness!
The more insane and the less awake you are, the more you can really stimulate your blood! He seems to have found a way!
fighting!
Like the previous battle, a hearty battle, only this kind of battle is most likely to activate his bloodline!
At this time, the Sword Sutra said again: "You already have a bit of meaning to reverse the bloodline. If you master the bloodline of the madman before you reverse the bloodline, it will be of great benefit to you. Moreover, reversing the bloodline is also very beneficial. It can’t be done overnight. During this period, if you master the bloodline of the madman, it will also greatly improve your personal strength!”
Yang Ye nodded. Indeed, if he could master the bloodline of the madman before reversing the bloodline, it would undoubtedly be a great benefit for him now. It is a pity that the matter of mastering the blood cannot be rushed.
Yang Ye shook his head and left Hongmeng Tower.
Outside the Hongmeng Pagoda, An Nanjing glanced at Yang Ye, and then entered the Hongmeng Pagoda.
Huang Ying smiled and said, "Brother Yang, how do you feel now?"
Yang Ye said: "Very good."
Huang Ying nodded, he turned his head and glanced at the far end, and then said: "You two, there is still one more level, this level is their last counterattack. At this time, anyone who wants to be my Huang Clan His Highness will not let us pass. This will be a real fierce battle!"
"Brother Huang Ying is afraid?" A Leng suddenly laughed.
Huang Ying shook his head, "I want to say, no matter what the result is, I am glad that I went out this trip, because of this trip, I met two people. It's not hypocritical, the two may not know, in my Huang Clan. In the eyes of geniuses, we only have ourselves. In our minds, the outside world is a low-level world, and the so-called geniuses outside are all shit. Even the eternal kingdom, we disdain it!"
Speaking of this, he smiled wryly, "After I met the two of them, I realized how ignorant and ridiculous my own thoughts are. As a human being, you really can't be blindly confident and arrogant!"
Yang Ye and A Leng were silent.
In fact, both of them had the same idea in their hearts. Before, Yang Ye felt that the younger generation, who could compete with him, was only An Nanjing. However, these noble sons of this barren clan were not weaker than him at all. And this A Leng, this woman from the eternal kingdom, her strength is also terrifyingly strong. Still the same sentence, keep a low profile and do things with a high profile.
There is no harm in keeping a humble and low-key heart at all times, no matter how far it goes!
The three of them smiled at each other and moved on.
The three climbed over the last high mountain of this mountain range. Under the high mountain, there is an endless prairie. At the end of the prairie, there are vaguely magnificent buildings hanging in the air.
Wild people!
At the end of the grassland is the real barren tribe!
This powerful desolate clan who almost surrendered the Eternal Kingdom!
Huang Ying pointed to the distance, "You two, that's the barren city of my barren clan!"
Yang Ye said softly, "Wait and go shopping!"
A Leng nodded, "Yes!"
Shop around!
Huang Ying laughed, his laughter penetrated the world, and after a moment of laughter, he looked into the distance, "Brothers of the Huang clan, if you have any skills, just use them!"
The voice fell, and the three walked towards the barren city.
At this moment, an old man appeared in front of Yang Ye and the others without warning.
Seeing this person, Huang Ying's expression suddenly sank.
Yang Ye and A Leng's expressions also became solemn.
The old man in front of him is not the Four Realms, but the Five Realms!
The real powerhouse of the Five Realms!
Huang Ying said solemnly: "Elder Renzun, do you want to take action yourself?"
The old man whispered: "Can't you?"
Huang Ying smiled and said: "Of course it can, but the patriarch seems to have said that the powerhouses of the five realms are not allowed to interfere in the internal affairs of the clan."
At this time, the old man's breath suddenly became weaker and weaker, and soon, his breath was no longer the breath of the five world powerhouses, but the breath of the four world peak powerhouses!
suppress!
The human-respected elder of this desolate clan abruptly pressed his realm from the five realms to the four realms!
The old man looked at Huang Ying, "Is it alright now?"
Huang Ying looked at the old man for a long time, and then said: "Shameless!"
The old man sneered at the corners of his mouth, "In my opinion, people who are good at speaking are just trash! How can a trash be my Highness of the Desolate Clan?"
"He's not a lip service!"
At this moment, Yang Ye on the side suddenly said: "You are shameless, the real shameless."
The old man looked at Yang Ye and waved his right hand.
boom!
A powerful force oscillated out, and this force slammed into Yang Ye like an overwhelming force. This casual blow is not weaker than the previous all-out blow from the Desolate Race Dead Servant.
A real old monster!
Yang Ye was not afraid at all, he took a step forward, holding the Zhu in his hands and slashing in front of him.
laugh!
A sword fell, and cracks appeared in the space where the sword passed.
This sword abruptly split the power released by the old man into nothingness, but Yang Ye was pushed back several feet by the earthquake!
Powerhouse of the Five Realms!
Although this old man is now in the Four Realms, who would treat him as the Four Realms
In the distance, the old man gave Yang Ye a cold look, "There are indeed two strokes. However, it is not enough!"
The voice fell, the old man suddenly disappeared in place, and in a flash, a fist went straight to Yang Ye's head.
The quickness of the shot is not at all what a powerhouse in the Four Realms should have!
Even the few desolate dead servants from before were far slower than this old man.
One punch!
Simple and straightforward!
At the moment when the old man disappeared, Yang Ye's pupils shrank suddenly. At this moment, he didn't dare to keep his hand at all.
Sword domain!
Five Swords Sword Domain!
When the fifth sword fell, the space where the punishment passed was directly cut open!
In fact, with the power of Yang Ye, it is impossible to cut through this space. However, the sword in his hand is different. This is the first sword in the Great Thousand Universe!
To be precise, except for the Fan Sword, it is the number one sword in all realms!
The sword smashed into the old man's fist, however, Yang Ye was directly knocked out with the sword, and this flight flew thousands of feet away.
As soon as he landed, there was blood spilling from the corner of Yang Ye's mouth!
Opposite Yang Ye, the old man sneered, "The sword is good, but unfortunately, people are too weak. Come on, I'm taking a punch from the old man!"
When the voice fell, the old man took a step forward, and he punched in the air!
boom!
In the distance, Yang Ye was instantly knocked out again. In the air, Yang Ye held the sword in both hands and slammed it forward, the sword entered the space an inch, and he stopped abruptly.
Yang Ye wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and the corners of his mouth were grim. At this moment, the old man suddenly said, "Killing intent? In the eyes of this old man, you are a joke."
The voice fell, the old man was about to shoot suddenly, and at this moment, Yang Ye suddenly grinned, "One sword! One sword defeats you!"
The voice fell, and a blood-red red glow suddenly swept out of Yang Ye's body.
Insane intent!
At the same time, a pair of jet-black wings suddenly appeared behind Yang Ye!
Evil Deathwing!