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Qingyang Huan's sudden punch dented his chest.
In order to make the Wood people relax their vigilance, he even gave up the stone spear.
How could he have the slightest reservation about risking his life for a chance?
"ah" After receiving a heavy blow, the Mu Clan naturally let him go, but Qingyang Huan howled and rushed towards him, slamming down his two fists continuously, and knocked the Mu Clan warrior away into the swamp.
Even at this moment, he jumped on him and smashed his fists wildly, smashing his chest into meat, but he still didn't stop.
Huhuhu He collapsed on the corpse of the Wood Clan, breathing heavily and feeling the stinging pain coming from his shoulders.
This is his first time fighting with a foreign race The aura of death frightened him It was terrifying.
He had never thought about death being so close to him.
The body of the Wood Clan had been driven into the swamp, and decay and blood were all over him.
However, at this moment, he did not want to move at all.
At this time, the stone spear flashed past him with a faint purple light.
Qingyang Huan couldn't help but rolled his eyes.
The stone spear definitely did it on purpose.
"A true descendant of the Ancient Clan, you can fight some pure-blooded mutants at this time, but now you have so much trouble killing a Wood Clan."
However, Qingyang Huan didn't pay attention to Shi Zhao at this moment.
He hadn't heard a good word since Shi Zhao recovered.
"Get out of here quickly, there are still Wood people in this swamp, and there are some interesting things."
The next moment, Qingyang Huan directly picked up the body of the Mu clan and ran away into the distance.
It was true that the foreign clan deserved to die, but he was not stupid enough to send it to his door and be tortured by others.
After running for more than ten miles, he opened a cave in an ancient mountain and sealed it tightly before he breathed a sigh of relief.
Only now did he realize that the sable seemed to have disappeared.
But he couldn't care about the sable.
The most important thing was the corpse of the Wood tribe in front of him.
This was the first alien race he hunted.
What's more, Stone Spear said before that the Wood clan is a race transformed by the channeling of ancient trees, the spiritual essence of heaven and earth.
Although flesh and blood have been derived, the wood-attribute blood in the body still exists.
After adjusting his breath for a moment, Qingyang Huan took a deep breath and began to run the Condensation Technique.
It was as if a black hole appeared in his body and began to swallow the blood and bone essence contained in the Wood Clan.
Wisps of bright red blood energy floated out from the Wood Clan's body and entered his body.
The Condensation Technique was a method of tempering flesh and blood.
After the improvement of the stone spear, it became more mysterious and profound.
The violent blood energy came directly from the Wood Clan's body.
It was extracted from the corpse and poured into his body As Shi Spear said, the blood of the Wood Clan is very pure and gentler than the ferocious beasts.
Even if he absorbs it so violently, it will not cause much shock in the body.
Not only that, as the blood energy nourishes the whole body, the shoulders that were originally pierced by the Wood Clan have begun to heal.
I have to sigh at the majesty of the heaven and the earth, and all the creatures born with their own unique creations.
Feeling the strength that was constantly being generated in his body, it soon reached a strength of six thousand kilograms.
After his skin wrinkled, he also gained some insights into the ultimate realm of body casting.
Compared with the cast bodies of ordinary warriors, every time he takes a step, the blood and bone essence he needs to absorb will be several times or even ten times that of them.
However, his one step is worth three steps of other people's cast bodies.
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Tempering flesh and blood means constantly absorbing blood essence to condense one's body.
The more blood accumulated in the body, the stronger the natural power.
It is said that it is thanks to the killing bone pattern in the body, because it is stimulating his flesh and blood all the time, which allows him to absorb more.
Blood Essence.
The cast body naturally has its limits.
If you want to absorb more blood and increase your strength, you naturally need to temper it until it reaches the extreme.
A body like the wrinkles of tree bark appeared, shining with a faint light.
If the skin hadn't wrinkled, the wood clan's previous penetration of his blood and bones would have been nothing more than a small wound.
Soon the blood and bones of the Mu clan were drained away, and the blood floating on Qingyang Huan's body also calmed down, and even some blood light flashed away in his eyes.
He clenched his fists and felt that the strength in his body had grown to six thousand kilograms, but unfortunately there was only one Wood Clan corpse.
If there were more Wood Clan corpses, his strength could still grow.
Qingyang Huan did not move at this moment.
Instead, he remembered that when he kept screaming and smashing at the Mu clan, something seemed to be affecting him, making him fall into a bloody trance.
"That's the effect of the compatibility between the killing bone mark and your body.
Killing means sublimating in the fight and transforming between life and death."
Hearing this, Qingyang Huan stretched out a hand, and there was a buzz in the palm of his hand.
A vague outline of a crescent moon floated out, giving him a murderous intention.
The bone patterns that were completely integrated with his body no longer belonged to Qiongqi.
Phantom, replaced by an original killing texture.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the floating crescent moon was a little clearer than before.
After a long time, he suddenly remembered something.
"Senior Shizhao, you said there are still Wood tribes in the swamp, how many are there?"
His eyes were bright, and he thought of the gentle blood essence of the Wood Clan people he hunted earlier, which really made him have some aftertaste.
Besides, on this Qingyang land, if he could absorb more of the Wood Clan's blood energy, he would be able to cast his body.
The second step of flesh and blood will also be achieved.
Besides, it was a matter of course for him that all foreigners should be strangled.
In his memory, it seemed like this from the time he could remember.
Of course, he would not go directly to the swamp again.
The Wood Clan on the outskirts almost made him die.
Since they dared to cause trouble near the Qingyang Clan, let them stay alive.
Without staying too much, he rushed out of the ancient forest, naturally intending to return to the tribe.
He had already thought about how worried his mother would be because he slipped out of the tribe this time, and how furious his elder brother would be.
But thinking about the harvest, maybe I won’t get beaten this time.
Without any delay, they rushed towards the outside of the ancient forest.
A group of Wood Clan was lurking hundreds of miles away from the Qingyang clan, and had escaped the detection of the Qingyang Guards.
They were obviously not guests.
After running wildly for a long time, he had already ran a hundred miles away.
On the way, he hunted a red-eyed green wolf that he bumped into and directly absorbed the blood.
The vast land was primitive and barren.
Even after he broke out of the ancient forest, he was still among the trees, but they seemed a little sparse.
While running, he suddenly noticed a shadow flashing past in the ancient forest in front of him.
Without any hesitation, he threw the stone spear in his hand, piercing through the place where the shadow was.
Not only that, but the whole person also rushed forward, with a faint glow of blood under the beast robe.
"Young Master, I am the 300th Qingyang Guard Team" At this time, the figure in the forest also dodged to the side and yelled hurriedly.
Not only that, he also took out a bronze medal from his arms, engraved with the word Qingyang in a cloud pattern.
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Seeing this token, Qingyang Huan stopped and did not expect to encounter the Qingyang Guard.
The chief commander of the Qingyang Guard and most of the centurions and corps commanders were all from the Qingyang tribe.
In addition, they came from various tribes within ten thousand miles.
It is composed of selected Shenzang realm warriors.
However, the Qingyang Guards only have a thousand people in total, but they have to patrol a radius of thousands of miles.
This is why the Mu Clan appears.
Qingyang Huan does not feel that there are many other reasons.
The place is vast, but there are not enough warriors.
"It's great to see that the young master is safe and sound.
Please come back to the tribe with me, young master."
Seeing the man opposite bowing to him, Qingyang Huan suddenly realized that he felt wrong.
This time he was probably going to be beaten again.
In the past, he was still a tribal soldier, but this time he ran out and alerted the Qingyang Guards.
The only person who can mobilize the Qingyang Guards in the entire Qingyang clan is his father.
Even his eldest brother cannot command him.
It seems that his father has left seclusion.
"Let's go back to the tribe" However, thinking of the hidden Wood Clan and the missing alien sable, Qingyang Huan shouted, escorted by a strong man from the Divine Treasure Realm, much faster than he was alone, and returned to Qingyang when the night was about to fall.
Yangshan Mountains However, after entering the Qingyang Mountains, Qingyang Huan couldn't help but slow down and even shrink a little.
Although the eldest brother shouted to pat him, he never patted him, but dad was not just yelling.
That was a real fight Tiptoeing into the valley in the middle of the mountain range, Qingyanghuan planned to see his mother-in-law first.
With her mother-in-law here, she would not be beaten.
“How dare you come back” However, a huge shadow enveloped his body, and he immediately ran away reflexively.
"stop" Qingyang Huan, who had just taken a step forward, couldn't help but froze in place and looked cautiously at the figure behind him.
"You are rich in blood and covered in blood.
If you dare to enter the ancient forest by yourself, you are right.
He is a man of my Qingyang tribe and a child of my Qingyang Resurrection."
"Eh."
Qingyang Huan didn't react at this moment.
Why was something wrong?
Dad wasn't even angry.
"Huan'er has grown up, yes, daddy can no longer call you baby."
The next moment, the tall man picked up Qingyang Huan and threw him into the valley.
"Go back, wash off the blood on your body, and see your mother-in-law.
She is very worried about you these days
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