The voice of Stone Spear kept ringing in his ears.
Although it made him a little uncomfortable, it opened up a new world for him.
It turns out that the world is so vast, and the geniuses are like rain.
Everyone has a different destiny.
The children of those ancient clans can be born into such a powerful race.
Isn’t it a kind of destiny?
Of course, being born into a rich clan does not necessarily mean you will have a great fortune.
Even in Qingyang Mountain, you have to make the best use of everything.
Only the most talented teenagers and young people in the clan will receive continuous support from the clan.
Only in this way can the tribe develop faster and gain more resources for the tribe.
"Now you can barely compete with the major ancient tribes and even the alien cubs among some ferocious beasts.
In this corner of the country where you are, you are enough to dominate among your peers."
After talking for a long time, Shi Mao finally said something that Qingyang Huan was a little uncomfortable with.
Was this Shi Mao praising him?
However, it gave him a creepy feeling.
It didn't sound right no matter what he heard.
"Then what position can I rank among the peers of many races in the wilderness?"
"In the last position, your peers from all the tribes in the wilderness will still slaughter you in countless numbers."
He had heard this sentence from Shi Mao when he had just awakened him.
He was not even in the extreme realm of body casting at the beginning, but in just one year, he had reached where he is now.
Blood power is 30,000 kilograms.
"Wouldn't that mean there are many strong people in the wilderness?"
"Yes, there are many strong people in the wilderness, which is immeasurable.
If all races are fighting against each other, the only way out is to die."
At this moment, Shi Mao's tone revealed a hint of solemnity.
"When you step out of this land, you will understand how vast the real outside world is, and how mysterious the creations of these geniuses are.
It makes people shocked, even despairing, and makes people lament that they live in the same era."
At this moment, facing Shi Mao's words, Qingyang Huan shook his head slightly, obviously not agreeing with it.
Moreover, Shi Mao seemed to talk a lot more today than in the past.
He said so much for no reason, which was not like Shi Mao's style.
Suddenly, there was a flash of light in his eyes, and he said: "Senior Shimao has told the boy so much, is there a way for the boy to continue to improve?"
In the Qingyang Mountains, five days ago, the bloody smoke that penetrated the sky in the ancestral palace was clearly visible to the entire Qingyang clan.
That is their little young master, who created the ultimate realm of casting However, what surprised the tribesmen was that five days had passed and they still did not see the young master coming out of the ancestral hall.
In the valley outside the ancestral hall, little children gathered together, constantly guessing when Brother Huan would come out.
"ah" At sunset, curls of green smoke rose over the entire Qingyang Mountain, and when the aroma of meat filled the air, a painful roar spread throughout the mountain range. what happened The sound of screams pierced the slightly dim mountain range.
Whether it was the Qingyang men or the women who were busy packing and eating, they involuntarily headed towards the valley in the center of the mountain range.
This scream came from the valley, and they also identified the owner of the scream.
It’s my young master Qingyang Huan What exactly happened?
The young master is a genius in the extreme realm of casting.
Why did he scream in such pain?
In a stone garden in the mountains, a snot-nosed kid was holding an animal leg not much smaller than him and was devouring it, not even caring that the animal oil was all over his body.
"What's wrong with brother Huan?
Did he get beaten by the patriarch uncle again?
Brother Huan is so pitiful, but Lu'er is still good.
Dad never beats me."
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Then Xiaowa's thoughts were once again immersed in the beast's leg.
In the stone house.
The young master, who had caused a sensation in the entire tribe, collapsed on the stone bed like mud, his whole body soaked with sweat, and he gasped for air.
The blood that was originally flowing like a river in the body now plummeted thousands of miles away.
Yes, he rebuilt it Reconstructed again, and reached the pinnacle of the realm of cast body.
In front of him, jars of pure blood have been piled up, which are resources prepared for his reconstruction.
It seems that I have experienced the pain of being bitten by thousands of ants several times since I encountered the stone spear.
I stood up with difficulty and sat cross-legged.
I visualized the body casting method in my mind and began to practice again.
This is not the five body-casting techniques of the Qingyang tribe, but a new body-casting technique given to him by Shimai.
Although they are both body-casting techniques, they have different emphases.
Taking the level of blood refining as an example, perhaps the twelve blood vessels are the same, but there are countless capillary blood networks in the body.
No body casting method can completely penetrate these blood networks, and the key points of each step of the method for tempering the blood network are also different.
Not quite the same.
To practice different body casting techniques again is to dig out the parts of his body that have not been tempered by the five Qingyang body casting techniques, and then blend them together.
This time's re-cultivation is much easier than the first time.
After all, the body has already penetrated the previous extreme realm of body casting, leaving only subtle differences.
Completely silent in the stone house, five months have passed like this, and the clan members have even subconsciously forgotten that their young master is still in retreat in the ancestral hall.
Rumble At noon that day, a sudden roar shook the mountains, where the ancestral palace was located, and a bloody smoke penetrated the stone wall of the ancestral palace and rushed straight into the sky.
In the stone house, the surging Xixia blood light lingered around the entire house, and the blood energy wolf smoke behind it vaguely changed from a bloated water snake to a slightly slender one.
After three days like this, a scream once again spread across the entire mountain range.
"Brother Huan was beaten again."
All the snot-nosed boys had excitement in their eyes, and they all headed towards the clan palace in groups, wanting to see Brother Huan who was being beaten.
Qingyang Huan collapsed in the stone house, struggled to sit up, and showed the new body casting method in his mind, and started rebuilding again.
This was his third complete rebuilding, compared to the previous half-way rebuilding Nothing.
The corner of his mouth sucking in the cold air, although there was pain in his body, Qingyang Huan was excited.
Shimao did not lie to him.
He had reached the peak of his second reconstruction and his strength had exceeded 36,000 kilograms.
Three months later, blood boiled in the Qingyang tribe again, and of course Qingyang Huan's screams followed.
After the third reconstruction, the blood power reached 39,000 kilograms.
The fourth reconstruction took two months, and the blood strength broke through 40,000 kilograms and reached 42,000 kilograms.
The blood energy behind the smoke was no longer bloated, although it still looked like a big snake.
The fifth reconstruction took a month and a half, and the blood power surged to 44,000 kilograms.
One month after the sixth reconstruction, the blood power surged to 46,000 kilograms.
Twenty-five days after the seventh reconstruction, the blood strength of the whole body increased to 47,000 kilograms.
The eighth rebuilding process lasted for fifteen days, and the blood in his body had exceeded 48,000 kilograms.
Every time he re-cultivates, he will practice a different body-casting method.
The different methods also allow his body to be developed almost to the extreme.
After each re-training, his strength will increase less and less.
Just when Qingyang Huan was about to see how far the blood dragon had condensed behind him, the stone door rang with a roar, and Qingyang Huan stepped into the stone house with a dark face: