Three drops of Styx water disappeared into the clouds, and the last drop of precious blood fell into Qingyang Huan's hands.

These precious bloods are naturally not the blood of the first generation of great murderers, but the blood of their ten generations, which is more than enough for the martial artists of the Divine Hidden Realm to fill the Divine Treasure.

The blood and bone pattern in the Great Wilderness has a rough division, not to mention the great evil, even if it is the peak powerhouse in the Great Wilderness, the bloodline has begun to decay after ten generations.

Therefore, ten generations can be regarded as a hurdle, and the blood outside the ten generations has been turned into a mortal, the most ordinary, and it can be called spiritual blood and spiritual patterns within ten generations.

Of course, there is also a division of spiritual blood and spiritual patterns, but it is not something that Qingyang Huan can know, even if it is the precious blood of the fierce beast that the stone spear refines for him, it is only barely at the level of spiritual blood.

The fierce beasts in the Great Wilderness have long been unknown to how many generations they have reproduced, and the bloodlines in their bodies are mottled, and the bloodlines of the first ancestors have long been so thin that they are difficult to detect, coupled with the blending and devouring of bloodlines, it is already a great creation to be able to refine them.

And even the stone spear can't say the exact division, the Great Wilderness has multiplied for countless years, and many things have been intertwined and entangled, and it is not clear to distinguish.

After getting four drops of the Great Murder Blood, Qing Yanghuan did not leave in a hurry, but sat directly cross-legged and began to enrich his Tibetan source, as for the vague figure, he didn't care at all.

He has the Winning List bone pattern in his body, and his strength is all hidden, and he wants to hide it in front of the enlightened beast, but he has not yet reached that realm.

At this moment, in the cloud and mist space that was not much different, Jin Wei was emitting golden light all over his body, and a vague phantom of the great ape shrouded his body, and the hidden source opened and gurgled blood and qi flowed down, also immersed in cultivation.

I don't know how long it has been, but when Qingyang Huan opened his eyes again, a tsunami-like roar erupted all over his body, all the pores of his body expanded, and violent blood gushed out.

Burst!

Between the opening and closing of his eyes, two golden rays of light shot out, piercing through the tumbling clouds in front of him.

Won the eighty-eighth place in the list Qingyang Huan.

The pinnacle of the Divine Treasure Realm.

The Eight Ways of the Divine Collection, the Ten Generations of Spiritual Blood Derivation and Hidden Sources of the Great Murderer, the Golden Holy Ape, Pixiu, Zhenqian, Ying Long, Lu Wu, Jiufeng, Bi Fang, Zhongshan Divine Beast.

The artistic conception of killing is three points, and the realm of small success!

Silence is a point.

At this moment, Qing Yanghuan discovered the change in the top list, but he didn't expect that not only the killing artistic conception Xiaocheng, but also the silent artistic conception was also introduced.

However, he soon remembered that he still had to open up a new Divine Treasure, and according to the division, there was an unfilled source of Divine Treasure, that is, the initial realm of the Divine Collection, and when the time came, wouldn't the realm fall back again.

"Test of combat power!"

seemed to know what Qing Yanghuan was thinking, and suddenly the clouds in the sky rolled, directly enveloping him, and when he saw his surroundings clearly, he found that he appeared in another time and space.

The dim world covered the earth with dark red, and he realized that he was surrounded by dense figures.

The surrounding warriors, behind them, there is a divine treasure open, and the gurgling source flows down, enriching the warrior's body.

Kill!

In an instant, behind him, dozens of figures raised their weapons in unison, and the furious attacks converged together, turning into a dark red sword and slashing down in the air.

Roar, roar, roar!

Suddenly, the gods behind Qingyang Huan were wide open, and Jiufeng, Bi Fang roared out, rolled up the golden flames, and walked away towards the dark red sword.

Thundered!

The furious force exploded, and the two great murderers smashed through the blood sword, and then undiminished their power, heading towards the attacking figure.

Puff puff!

The nine phoenixes cried, Bi Fang spread his wings, and the golden wings were like sharp heavenly knives, directly sweeping over, cutting them down.

However, these figures crumbled into a blood mist, but they converged towards the other figures.

"Open!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the Eight Dao Divine Treasures suddenly opened, and suddenly the Great Hidden Source Fierce roared out, rushing towards the four directions, the mist in the sky rolled, and one by one the figures were torn apart and shattered into a blood mist.

The dragon and the tiger were in a hurry, and the golden light was like a tide, washing away the surrounding figures, and when the golden light dissipated, there were about 100 warriors left around Qingyang Huan.

Boom Boom!

However, behind these remnants of the martial artists, the divine treasures opened, and all of them became the people who opened the five treasures, and the Tibetan source flowed down, gathering together like a canopy of heaven.

"This ......"

Qingyang Huan's eyes flashed with light, there were three hundred warriors around him before, all of them had opened up a treasure, and the source of the treasure was full and ranked at the peak of the divine treasure.

Now that he has been shocked and killed so much, the shattered figure has merged into the others, and now the remaining hundred people have all become the peak realm of Wuzang.

Kill!

The stone spear struck horizontally, and the dark killing pierced through, and the crescent moon slashed through a rushing warrior, shattering it, but the divine treasure behind it melted into the nearby warrior in an instant.

Burst!

The spear in his hand pierced, pulled out from the chest of a martial artist, and in the face of the peak martial artists of the Divine Treasure who opened the Five Tibets, he was still at ease, these martial artists were transformed out, and the Tibetan source was not enriched with any special treasure blood, which was obviously the most basic combat power to open up the number of Divine Treasure warriors.

The body swept from the hundred people, as if he was leisurely, but soon the pressure increased again, although the number of martial artists decreased, but in front of him, there were already six Tibets, seven treasures of the peak realm of martial artists.

Boom!

The stone spear struck out horizontally, and the sound of gold and iron resonating sounded, and under this blow, the warrior who fought with him did not directly collapse into mist as he imagined, but only withdrew more than ten zhang.

Yazo!

At this moment, there were still eighteen of his martial artist figures left, and each figure was surrounded by eight divine treasures, flowing with gurgling blood.

Eighteen figures, all of which are the most basic combat power of the Eight Tibets, and the Tibetan source is not filled with the blood of the great murderer and the bone lines.

The killing light in his eyes burst out, the battle intent rose, Qingyang Huan took the lead, and under the horizontal attack of the stone spear, a dark crescent moon condensed into a substance in front of him.

Burst!

An oncoming warrior was directly split in half, shattered into a blood mist and merged into the other figures, but at this moment, the remaining warriors moved in unison and attacked towards his vital point.

Roar!

Hidden Yuan surrounded his body, the fierce killing qi surged, and the violent power exploded around, and Qingyang Huan's body crashed out more than ten zhang away.

Although these martial artists did not enrich the special Tibetan source, they were based on the opening of the Eight Dao Divine Treasures, ranking at the peak of the Divine Treasure Realm, and their combat power could be imagined.

Burst!

The blood light slashed towards Qingyang Huan's shoulder, his body retreated violently, and suddenly a dragon roar sounded, and suddenly the dragon behind him flew into the sky, rushed out of the sky, smashed through this attack, and then fell towards the martial artist who made the attack.

Burst!

Ying Long Town fell and the martial artists also shattered into golden light, and at this moment, there were only ten warriors left around Qingyang Huan, but the divine treasures suspended around the eight figures had become nine treasures.

Airplanes!

didn't let Qingyang Huan strike again, and the remaining two Eight Tibetan Martial Artists directly shattered and re-derived, turning into a Nine Tibetan Martial Artist.

One against nine!

Under the repeated expeditions, Qingyang Huan was also traumatized, from hundreds of people killed to the nine people in front of him, the strength of the martial artist became stronger and stronger, but his strength was constantly consumed.

Kill!

There was not the slightest respite at all, and the divine treasure behind the nine figures opened, and the violent blood and qi connected to the heavens and the earth, causing the sound of the mountain and the tsunami, and fell towards Qingyang Huan Town.

"Open!"

In an instant, the stone spear in Qingyang Huan's hand burst out with a dark killing light, and the divine treasure suspended around his body flowed with gurgling golden light, turning into a great murderer, moving with his body.

Thundered!

The killing light split the rushing blood qi, and Qing Yang Huan's figure rushed into it, slashing towards a martial artist, and several attacks fell around the body, and the whole person was like being struck by thunder, and the qi and blood rolled in the body.

Burst!

A martial artist was cut down, and the shattered blood qi merged into the other figures again, but before Qingyang Huan could react, two blood rays came directly towards his chest.

The stone spear struck out horizontally, blocking one of the blood rays, and then piercing through one of the warriors, but the remaining blood light slammed into his chest.

Burst!

The blood exploded, and the qi and blood surging in the body finally couldn't be suppressed, overflowing from the corners of the mouth.

It was also at this moment that Qing Yanghuan's eyes were spinning, and the blood-colored space began to crumble, and the martial artists who had fought with him also collapsed, and he returned to the previous cloud stone house.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

Although it was like a fantasy, the injury on his chest was waking him up, and the previous fight, the combined attack of the nine figures, did not give him the slightest chance at all.