A few days ago...
Southern Territory, Yuntian Kingdom.
This country is located in the center of the Southern Territory, the country is far larger than the State of Zhao, and even among the Southern Territory countries, it is one of the few.
In Yuntian, there is no sect in existence. It is a rare place in the country where there is no ancestor. There is only one family left in this country. This family is surnamed Wang, and this country... has a surname!
The heirs of mortals who are not allowed to practice in the royal family become the royal family of the Yuntian Kingdom, while those who can practice in the family enter the ancestral home of the royal family.
As for monks with foreign surnames, they are all affiliated to the royal family, and they will always be like this forever.
At the moment when Meng Hao swallowed the perfect foundation building pill and walked out of the blood fairy inheritance, in the cloud heaven kingdom, known as the tenth mountain among the three thousand forbidden mountains of the Wang family, there was a sound that seemed to have disappeared for thousands of years. The sound of breathing.
The three thousand forbidden mountains of the Wang family are not connected together, but scattered throughout the entire Yuntian country. Under each forbidden mountain, a coffin is buried. Only the powerful people of the Wang family can be buried in the forbidden mountain after death.
There are even rumors that the ancestor of the Wang family tens of thousands of years ago was hidden in the forbidden mountain, but no one knows which mountain he was buried in.
The depth of the royal family’s background is that in the Southern Territories, even the five major sects can only know about them. You can see the ruins from some classics. In fact, the entire royal family has endless backgrounds, and its origins are extremely secretive. Rumors seem to come from the stars...
At this moment, in the tenth mountain, there is a crimson world. It is not blood but fire. There is a hot sea of fire here, as if it will not go out for thousands of years. In the depths of the volcano, there is a red coffin. .
The coffin had no lid, and there was an old man lying in it. The old man was wrinkled and thin, as if he had been dead for a long time, but the body was intact, and there was no death.
Even his eyes are now slowly opening and closing, and the moment they opened, the surrounding sea of flames immediately fell silent... They were not shaking, not burning, and even the heat was at this moment, as if they were still.
"I felt... the perfect breath..." the old man murmured, his voice was extremely hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken a word for a long time. When his words came out, the entire tenth mountain vibrated.
The vibration of the Tenth Mountain immediately attracted the attention of the old guys who currently exist in the Wang family, causing several figures to move from the Wang family's ancestral home in an instant.
These figures are all elders, with agitated expressions. For them, the existence in the Tenth Mountain is one of their ancestors!
"Perfect..." The person in the coffin had a gleam in his closed eyes.
Under this flash, the entire Tenth Mountain roared more intensely, and during the shaking, all the people who had moved from the Wang Family Ancestral House worshipped outside one after another.
"Start to prepare three thousand death stones, the old man will reincarnate once!" The voice of the old man in the coffin came directly from the tenth mountain and fell into the ears of everyone outside, showing excitement when these people's hearts were shaken.
"When asked about the peak, the old man named himself a cultivation base. He thought that he was the same as the other ancestors in this life. He could only linger and panic. He sighed and stunned. He couldn't take that step. It was difficult to step into the starry sky and return to his home..." The old man in the coffin was shrivelled. There was a smile on his face at this moment, but the smile looked extremely eerie and weird.
"Now... there is hope..." The old man smiled more and more, and his eyes showed a strong light.
"I am the ancestor of the legend of the king's origin. Daoism has been passed down from generation to generation. His old man came from a mediocre background. He won people and built a foundation that year. Then he stepped into the road of the strong... the rise of the myth.
But now that the perfect foundation appears, the old man wants to follow the footsteps of the legendary ancestor, take away perfection, and take a step forward!
It’s just that... this person’s cultivation base is still weak, not enough to support the old man’s promotion to immortality, so he has to wait, wait, wait..." The moment the eyes were closed, the sea of fire in the tenth mountain dared to continue to burn forever.
A few days later, the sky was cloudless, and the sky was blue. Meng Hao's figure turned into a long rainbow and went through the sky. As for Zhou Daya, since Meng Hao knew that this person had followed secretly before, he still let him go. Naturally Some words that shouldn't be heard by the other party will not be heard by this person, but if you let them go, there is also the origin of the little fat man.
"After refining the perfect foundation building pill, my spirit stones have consumed a lot, although there are some, but not many..." Meng Hao frowned, glanced at Qiankun Bag, and sighed.
"When I didn't step into the realm of cultivation, I was short of silver and became a condensing monk. I always lacked spirit stones. Now I have built the foundation, but... still lacks spirit stones." Meng Hao frowned, his heart for spirit stones His longing was ignited again, but after he had cultivated to a realm like his, the number of spirit stones needed was also huge.
"There is also the tricolor antagonist flower poison in the body. If this poison is not resolved, it will eventually be a huge hidden danger." Meng Hao frowned even more tightly.
"In addition, it has become a perfect foundation. Although it is too strong, it is rejected by the world and unable to absorb the spiritual energy... Only swallowing pills, but this is not long after all..." Meng Hao groaned, prepared for this. Choose once, he will still choose to swallow the perfect Jidan.
"There are gains and losses, it is fair." Meng Hao raised his head and slapped the Qiankun bag with his right hand. When he took out the bloody mask, his heart eased.
"Nevertheless, the blood fairy inheritance can be obtained. As long as the mastiff in it wakes up, everything will be better if you think about it." Meng Hao showed expectation in his eyes, and his spiritual consciousness penetrated into the blood mask and noticed that the mastiff was still asleep. Although I don't know when he will wake up, the coercion exuding from his body has become stronger and stronger.
"There is also this flag." Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and the spiritual sense fell on the broken three-tailed flag in the mask, instantly blending into it, but this flag entered the sea, compared with Meng Hao's spiritual sense, it was extremely weak. , It is impossible to shake this magic weapon at all.
But Meng Hao felt a sense of heaven and majesty coming from this banner, as if once it was waved, it could change the color of the world.
"My cultivation base is not enough... Although this treasure is broken, it may be in the blood immortal heritage, and it must be the most precious thing. Once I improve my cultivation base, I can take it out, and the power must be shocking when I expand it." Meng Hao was shocked. , When the spiritual sense was recovered, I saw the word season written on the third tail of the broken flag.
"Why is Ji Zi? This is the last name?" Meng Hao thoughtfully, and finally looked at the ancient scroll of the blood fairy inheritance in the mask. Almost the moment Meng Hao looked at it, a sense of tearing suddenly appeared in his mind.
This feeling may be unbearable to others, but for Meng Hao, this pain is not as painful as the torture of his poisonous hair. At this moment, his expression has not changed, but he is carefully feeling the tears in his mind. Under the pain of cracking, a set of exercises gradually emerged.
"Spirit Devouring Sutra!" Meng Hao's mind was shocked, and these three big bloody characters appeared in Zong Mo's mind, which were deeply imprinted in his mind and were indelible.
"Cultivating my sutras, seizing spiritual blood, melting oneself, transforming blood body, spirit, immortal, and Tao!"
"Heaven and earth are cultivated, and the bloodline is inherited for a long time. Because the ancestor was a strong person, and the bloodline contains its meaning, it can be passed on for generations, so that the blood of future generations will be awakened and possessed!"
"This aptitude is captured by my technique, to feel the meaning of his ancestors being immortal, to refine oneself, to become one's own thing, and what is more, to refine his ancestor's shadow to descend into the world, to kill the immortal demon!"
"The method of cultivating my inheritance is disrespectful to the world, not afraid of ghosts and gods, flipping hands to lift the sky, bowing the earth and wailing!" Meng Hao's mind bounced, following the vicissitudes of life that seemed to exist in the years, the voices of men and women were indistinguishable. Reverberating in Meng Hao's mind, gradually, a passage of scripture was completely imprinted in Meng Hao's mind. In addition, there were also a lot of miscellaneous information about the mask, all flooding in.
"I am a blood immortal, and I have only three defeats in my life! The spirits of the world and the earth, because I want to seize the blood of the season, lead the heavens to taboo, and I want to be destroyed, but the body can be destroyed, how can the mind be destroyed!
With these three defeats, I feel that I am unwilling to obsess over, and create three Jian Tusheng, blood finger, blood mark, blood killing world!
To pass on my way to future generations, we must remember the bloodline of the season of this life, let the heaven weep, and let the sky mourn! Remember the law of the blood fairy, the master of nine kills!
Remember, on the day of the Dao, wear my mask, wave the three-tailed flag, against the mulberry, and top the sky! "
"Without a face and a word of war, the remnants of clouds and blood are raining to the sky!"
"Jushen dispatches general Ye Mota, the bloodlines of all spirits refine nine kills!"
Meng Hao shook his body and opened his eyes. He was still in the air, and there was no sound around him. The land was barren hills. In his eyes, there was still shock at this moment, and his mind seemed to reverberate with the indistinguishable man and woman. The sound of vicissitudes.
"To seize the blood of a person, to achieve oneself, the strength of the blood depends on the glory of its ancestors... To seize the blood aptitude, turn into a blood body... This body is like an external incarnation...
One vein of spiritual blood, not one person can hold all, it takes the blood of three generations of strong people to become a blood body, if the blood of six generations is condensed, it can become a blood spirit, such as gathering the blood of nine generations, it can be consummated into blood Lingzi!
Returning to the ancestors shows the ancestor of his family's blood. The shadow of the year, the stronger the generations, the stronger the blood spirit!
In this way, Fang Cheng has one kill, nine bloodlines, each of the nine generations of strong, can be nine kills magical powers, nine kills merge into one, that is... Blood Dao! Promoting immortality on this way can prove the position of immortality! "Meng Hao's mouth was dry, and his breathing was instantaneous. He stopped flying at this moment. Instead, he landed on the barren hills below, sat there cross-legged, with brilliance in his eyes, and carefully felt the Spirit Devouring Sutra in his mind.
This is all the scriptures, a complete inheritance, but the content of this inheritance gave Meng Hao a sense of blood, and kept him silent there for a long time, before the sharp light gradually appeared in his eyes.
"Without a face and a word of war, the remnants of clouds and blood are raining to the sky!"
"Jushen dispatches general Ye Mota, the bloodlines of all spirits refine nine kills!"
"There are four magical powers in it..." Meng Hao was silent for a moment, and looked down at the mask in his hand. The mask had no facial features and revealed a weird feeling. Looking at it, Meng Hao slowly raised his right hand, revealing his eyes. A touch of dazedness, it seemed that he wanted to wear this mask on his face.
Even when approaching his face, the mask began to creep slowly in Meng Hao's hands, exuding bursts of blood, and it was about to be worn by Meng Hao. Suddenly, in Meng Hao's storage bag, the bronze mirror was here. In an instant, a sharp sound like a bird's call came out of its own accord.
The buzzing sound directly passed into Meng Hao's mind, making Meng Hao's mind shaken. The blankness in his eyes turned into clarity. When he put down the mask, his eyes showed sharp light.
"Remnant spirit, are you looking for death!"