Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

Blood qi is the transformation of medicinal pills, the forging of profound arts, and the nourishment of the flesh.

This is the foundation of practice.

Some people's blood and energy are intangible and insufferable, and empty and wonderful, and they are vulnerable to evil in the face of evil.

However, some people have melted their own spirit into it, like a brand, they have gone through new generations, although only the traces of battle are left.

However, that domineering and resolute will rushed toward the face, fierce and powerful.

Such people are truly scary.

The blood of the former is rootless duckweed, while the latter is made of steel.

At this moment, Wang Xuanzhi's heart was finally shaken.

He knew that the master hidden in the depths was far more terrifying than he imagined.

God and Qi are united, and a single thought returns to the truth.

"It seems that I was wrong. That master must have been through the vicissitudes of life for a long time, and he is used to seeing the world, otherwise it would be difficult to have such a state." Wang Xuanzhi couldn't help sighing,

This kind of realm is easy to say, but it is all about the flavors of life. It is only after a melting pot that the spirit and spirit are sublimated to the extreme before they can be integrated into their own blood.

To reach this point, you need not only talent, luck, but also experience.

However, he didn't know that Zhou Dao has been a human being in two lifetimes. In this lifetime, he has followed such an unreliable master, and his life has been even more ups and downs. He has even dug the grave of his ancestor, so his experience is naturally unique.

"Sure enough, he is a senior, who is dormant here, why?" Zhang Beixuan thought secretly in his heart.

He had an indescribable gratitude to that mysterious master, a life-saving grace that he dared not forget.

Hearing Wang Xuanzhi's analysis now, his admiration is even stronger, and he desperately wants to see the peerless style of that senior.

"Maybe it's also for this big monster." Wang Xuanzhi secretly said in his heart.

He came from the imperial capital and knew many secrets, which he naturally did not tell Zhang Beixuan and others.

The Chi-eyed boy received the inheritance of Qianyuan Cave, a fellow practitioner of the demonic way, and learned about yin and yang.

Back then, Li Zangfeng saw the clue and suppressed him in Ping'an Town for 20 years.

This is not only the doom of this great monster, but also his chance.

"The number of this demonic energy is not exhausted, and there are still great fortunes. The more life and death are at stake, the more chance he has."

Before coming, someone once said such words to Wang Xuanzhi.

The causal relationship between this demon and Qianyuan Cave is very deep. The catastrophe is coming, and Qianyuan Cave may be born. What is inside is the real turmoil in people's hearts, causing Taoism to covet.

These are all top secrets, with both fate and danger, so Wang Xuanzhi naturally wouldn’t tell everyone.

"That person tried to save him over and over again, but he had good intentions, so he didn't need to go into details, so as not to collide with him." Wang Xuanzhi whispered.

For such a mysterious master, one can only wait and see how things change, do too much, and blindly try to find out the identity of the other party, but it is easy to be self-defeating.

"Respect!" The three major guards looked at each other and nodded.

Originally, they didn't plan to do anything. Even the guards couldn't see the clue, and they were afraid. How could they dare to make trouble?

"Take some rest, register the loss, write a report, and report it to Pingjiang City." Wang Xuanyi ordered, deployed for a while, and left.

"You two, go back and rest, I'm here."

Wang Hongbo was in charge of everything, and he was the most relaxed about this incident. It was very uncomfortable to follow Wang Xuanzhi in Pingjiang City.

It's just that Zhang Beixuan and Chen Qinggang suffered, and they almost lost their lives.

At this time, if he doesn't come out to help, the former will scold his ancestors to death for the eighteenth generation in his heart.

"It's hard work!" Zhang Beixuan and Chen Qinggang said politely on the surface, and dragged the injured body back to recuperate.

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The Yuyao Division rebuilds, and everyone has a seven-day holiday.

For a while, Zhou Dao calmed down. He was still thinking about this incident and the beheaded monsters.

Although it can't be compared with such monsters as Hui Sandao, Mr. Leng Er and even the leader, the fly is small, but it's still a piece of meat.

For this reason, Zhou Dao made a special trip back to the Yuyao Division, intentionally or unintentionally referring to the corpses of those monsters.

His dedicated behavior immediately caught Wang Hongbo's attention.

This Lord Du Wei, this is the first time he saw that there is such a good boy who is dedicated to the public and not selfish among the Demon Sealing Masters.

Although he is at the grassroots level, he is concerned with the great cause of slaying demons and eradicating demons. This kind of mind makes the elderly Wang Hongbo a little moved.

After all, he was also young and passionate, dreaming of traveling the world with a sword.

In order not to dampen the enthusiasm of the young people, Wang Hongbo strongly invited Zhou Dao to stay and participate in the reconstruction of the Yuyao Division.

"..."

Zhou Dao declined. He came to work overtime for free when he had a problem with his brain.

Those corpses of monsters can only think of a way after Yu Yaosi reopens the door.

In the early morning, the streets gradually became lively.

Zhou Dao came to the corner.

Lao Wang Baozi Shop is his favorite snack shop.

The steamed buns here have eighteen folds with thin skin and big stuffing. When you bite into it, the juice can be squirted out, and the aroma of meat spreads between the lips and teeth.

The taste and taste are so wonderful that they reach the sky.

"One drawer of buns!" Zhou Dao sat up and greeted.

It's an old rule, a drawer of steamed buns and a pot of tea.

"Okay, wait a minute!"

A young man tossed a long towel, lifted the lid, and took out a drawer of buns, which were hot and white, and brought them over.

"Where's your father? I haven't seen it for some days~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Zhou Dao looked up.

This is Lao Wang's son. This bun shop is supported by the father and son, but on weekdays Xiao Wang is just fighting.

"I'm sick!" Xiao Wang said in despair.

"You're getting older, and it won't be long before you get better." Zhou Dao picked up a bun and comforted him casually.

"Well, I don't know if it will be okay, I'm afraid this shop will be closed." Xiao Wang said in frustration.

"Huh!?" Zhou Dao was startled when he heard the words, and immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

"Strange disease!" Xiao Wang looked around and lowered his voice.

As early as half a month ago, something was wrong with Old Wang.

His appetite became particularly good. At first, no one cared, and eating three or five bowls of rice was nothing.

But gradually, Lao Wang's appetite became bigger and bigger. He had half a pot of rice, a roast chicken, two catties of beef, and a pot of apricot wine...

This is just his meal.

"Big stomach king!?" Zhou Dao frowned.

Such a diet is obviously abnormal and harmful to the body. It stands to reason that it should be stopped in time.

After all, normal people's stomach capacity is limited, and it is impossible to eat beyond the cognitive range unless it is at the cost of harming the body.

There is even a saying that the total amount of food everyone eats in a lifetime is constant, and whoever finishes eating first will leave first.

This shows how terrible the dangers of overeating are.

Xiao Wang shook his head: "If it's just that, it's fine."

Lao Wang's appetite is getting more and more amazing. He seems to never be full, he keeps eating, and even starts to eat raw meat.

But at this moment, Xiao Wang discovered something even more incredible.

Old Wang... getting thinner and thinner! ! !