In the valley, the major alien races that were supposed to be fighting to the death with the human race lowered their heads and showed no hostility at all.
Occasionally, the alien warriors raised their faces, but there was a glow in their eyes.
"Eh" Looking at these dozens of figures, Qingyang Huan was surprised.
He found that among these alien figures, there were actually unfamiliar faces, and they were not the original ones. boom Without any hesitation, he took action and directly slapped the Taoist face off.
However, from the time he took action to Gai Luo, the alien warrior, there was not even the slightest movement.
The foreigner with a strange face just allowed him to be seriously injured, blood spurted out, and there was no hatred in his eyes.
"Martial arts totems are the inheritance of spiritual will.
Those foreign warriors at the beginning imprinted the pressure of your manifested totems in the depths of their minds.
If your spirit is immortal, this imprint will exist forever, and it can naturally be carried out with you.
Spread with spirit, this is a brand that penetrates directly into the soul.”
The voice of the stone spear made Qingyang Huan understand that it was obviously a foreign warrior who had passed on the majesty that belonged to him when he transformed into a totem to other foreign races.
In the early morning of the next day, when Qingyang Huan and Jin Wei stepped out of the valley again, the foreigners in the valley no longer knew where they were, and they began to head towards the ancient city of Lashan.
After experiencing many twists and turns, although it is not just for them, under the crisis, even if you want to be alone, it is impossible.
The Xuhai Secret Realm was about to open, and he also knew in advance that the leader of the secret realm would be rewarded with a dragon's head.
Now that he had encountered such an opportunity, how could he not fight for it?
And now that he has opened the Eight Paths of Divine Treasure, if he wants to open it again, the negative pressure on his body is already very heavy.
He must condense his body and strengthen his body before trying to open it again.
As for how to condense the body, dragon's blood is a good choice.
Speaking of which, he really has to go to Xuhai Secret Realm.
Just as Qingyang Huan and the others were heading towards the ancient city of Lashan, the killings were still going on deep in the ancient and vast Lashan Mountain.
The warriors of the human race plowed through the caves and plowed the ancient mountains.
However, there were countless dangerous places in the depths of the mountains, and the wild forests were like tides.
There were hidden places everywhere.
It could be said that it was a fantasy to completely eliminate the aliens.
On the vast land of the human race, the lurking alien races are like weeds in the wilderness.
They are endlessly harvested and grow again with the wind.
They have never been completely wiped out.
More or less alien races have been left out and become fish that have slipped through the net.
Of course, the human warriors swept across Lashan and scattered the alien races, unable to gather together in a mature climate.
With the power to attack most of the human race, the threat to the human race was reduced to a minimum.
Under the night, the faint moonlight fell, and several figures floated under the night, cautiously, they were the remaining vampires.
As they walked, they kept checking the surroundings in the forest and looking for some signs.
"Found it, my lord, they escaped from the human soldiers.
I think they are gathering stragglers."
"Let's go and meet the adults."
"Walk" Under the night, several figures disappeared without a trace like phantoms.
Scenes like this kept appearing in Lashan.
These alien races, imprinted with the majesty of Qingyang Huan's incarnation totem, began to meet their remaining tribesmen.
The incarnation of the totem is not a blinding technique, but a mark that is deeply imprinted in the depths of the soul.
In their hearts, it is a totem worthy of their worship and can bring them strength.
Under the night, Qingyanghuan and Jinwei were looking for a place to stay again.
They had crossed the Lashan Mountains and were not far from the ancient city of Lashan.
Surrounded by blood, Qingyang Huan's mind was filled with a vision of a true cyan beast, with a single horn like a gilded mountain.
The scales attached to it flashed with blazing light.
The ferocious aura surged like a tide, and the roar shook his whole mind into a frenzy. middle.
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Zhenhuan's roar aroused the blood energy in the whole body, and a sound like the roar of a dragon and a tiger came from the body, and the surging blood energy penetrated the limbs and bones.
However, after several consecutive weeks, after the violent momentum rose to the extreme, it suddenly seemed like Like a pouring flood, it completely hit the bottom.
He actually felt like he didn't know where to start.
There was a kind of throbbing in his body, as if once he gathered his blood energy and attacked his body to open the divine storehouse, his body would explode completely, which made him dare not control the blood energy and open the divine storehouse again.
"Senior, I remember what you once said, nine is not the ultimate number of martial arts treasures."
As Qing Yanghuan finished speaking, the stone spear flashed with a faint purple light and stood up from his hand.
In the space inside the stone spear, purple flames were swirling like molten flames, the gurgling purple fire was jumping like a vast ocean, and the extremely rich blood was like the fuel of the purple flames.
And above the ocean of purple flames, a blurry figure stood in the purple fire, like the master of the purple ocean.
Regarding Qing Yanghuan's words, the vague voice stood with his hands behind his hands, even flickering in and out, as if he was thinking.
"The road to martial arts is paved by the predecessors, and the path of the predecessors may not be suitable for you.
The nine divine treasures of martial arts are the ultimate number.
It is a rumor in the wild, and it naturally has its truth.
However, martial arts was created step by step by the ancestors of warriors.
Yes, the road that didn’t exist at the beginning is now gone, so the hidden treasure is not in the extreme, but in the warrior himself.”
"The ultimate is the ultimate of the warrior himself.
How does it relate to the number of divine treasures?
If a warrior has opened one treasure, he will reach the end of his own potential.
There are also those who have opened five and six treasures.
The ultimate number is himself."
The purple fire in the stone spear became more and more powerful, and the flames gathered and turned into a swimming dragon, surrounding the vague figure.
It was obvious that after saying these words, the figure was not as calm and silent as before.
"Where is my pole number?"
To this day, Qingyang Huan does not think that he cannot open up the ninth divine treasure, but what he cares about is how much potential he has to explore.
Even though he had opened up the Eight Divine Treasures, facing an inheritor who was just a thin bloodline of the Imperial Clan and who had only opened the Three Treasures, he had to fight to the death and win by luck.
Of course, this also has something to do with his eight hidden sources, not all of which are filled to the point of being substantial.
There is also the shadow of the great ferocious beast manifested by the emperor's power, which also brings oppression to him.
This all shows that the Di Beast boy's luck, talent, and abilities are incomparable to those of nature.
All of them added up to the boy's combat power.
Often the gap between warriors is getting farther and farther between these opportunities.
"Wait until the ancient city of Lashan, and see if I can use the precious blood in my hands to exchange for treasures that enrich the treasure source.
When I enter the Xuhai secret realm, and get the dragon's reward to condense the body, I will try to open the divine treasure again."
Soon the blood energy fell silent in the body, the bronze cauldron appeared in his hand, dark light emerged from under the beast robe, and Qingyang Huan fell into silence
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