It is recorded in ancient texts that a drop of blood is a world.

The blood of the primeval gods can evolve thousands of sentient beings, the sun, the moon and the stars.

At this time, layers of ripples rippled, and thirty-six ripples outlined into a strange array talisman, and with the formation of the array talisman, in an instant, an inexplicable spirit quietly rose in the depths of Chu Tiance's heart. In the deepest part of the layers of blood lines, a delicate and intricate sword-shaped divine pattern loomed, flashing with a fiery and tyrannical light.

"The bloodline of the Dark Sword King, in the origin of the bloodline, turned out to be a sword-shaped divine pattern!"

Chu Tiance's heart was shocked, but in the next moment, he suddenly calmed his mind.

The hands were sealed, and the layers of blood patterns gradually merged with the blazing earth fire magma, and a little red brilliance gradually merged into the blood lines.

The pure color of blood gradually stained with a hint of red brilliance.

For a full quarter of an hour, the blood-colored disc trembled suddenly, and thirty-six ripples suddenly retracted, turning into a blood-colored point of light.

However, at this time, this drop of essence blood was between the blood runes, outlining fine red lines.

Almost at the same time, Chu Tiance's legs exerted force, suddenly jumped out of the magma, plopped, and his body fell to the ground like a broken sandbag.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the muscles and bones almost completely turned black, and even some of the skin and flesh had completely turned into nothingness under the blazing magma fire, revealing Sensen's white bones. It's just that at this time, Chu Tiance's eyebrows did not have any pain, but were filled with a high-spirited fighting spirit and sharp energy, and the strong sword qi was almost about to break out of his body.

"The bloodline of the Dark Sword King, the essence of everything, is a three-foot Qingfeng!"

The sword-shaped divine pattern condensed by the thirty-six blood lines was deeply imprinted in Chu Tiance's mind, and the endless sword intent was unleashed wantonly.

All of a sudden, all kinds of swordsmanship and all kinds of subtleties that I had practiced before were like springs.

The Divine Wind Sword Technique, the Earth Fire Sword Sutra, the Gale Wind, and the purple lightning that had not even been practiced before flashed with aura, and the sword rhyme was full of rhyme.

Pointing like a sword, Chu Tiance was lying on the ground, but a trace of pure sword qi was flying wantonly.

"My comprehension, especially for the sword cultivator, seems to be improving! What is the divine pattern in the depths of my blood!"

Chu Tiance's eyes flashed with irrepressible ecstasy, and his almost burned body burst out of force out of nowhere, and jumped up.

Comprehension, for a martial artist, is not even inferior to blood and bones.

The talent of the bloodline and root bones can often only determine the lower limit of a martial artist. For example, a martial artist of the four bloodlines, generally speaking, as long as he does not die prematurely and cultivates diligently, it is possible to reach the Shengang realm, at least there is a high probability of reaching the late stage of the Xuandan realm.

However, comprehension can not only greatly increase the cultivation speed of a martial artist, but also increase the upper limit of a martial artist's cultivation!

A martial artist with a bloodline, according to the reason, it is extremely difficult to open up the Yuan Mansion, and it is even more difficult to condense the Xuandan.

However, if you have excellent understanding, you will be able to gain insight into the true charm of the exercises, and urge the exercises to the extreme, surpass the limits, and break through the peak.

Purple lightning eighty-one style kept flashing in his mind, and Chu Tiance's eyes suddenly lit up, and he slowly took a step.

In the next moment, the Spirit Slashing Sword fell into his palm, and suddenly a strange pile technique was posed, and the long sword slowly stabbed out.

Chu Tiance's body was up and down, without a trace of true yuan running, and even because of the cauterization of magma, the pure physical power could not be urged. The sword blade is not fast, even a child who has just stepped into the quenching realm, it is beyond reach, but at this moment, the sword blade is passing through, but it gives people a strange sense of speed, it seems that the sword that seems to be slow is actually fast, chasing the wind and electricity.

Purple lightning eighty-one style, each sword is chasing the ultimate speed.

However, now, each sword is slow and soft, but each sword faintly exudes a high-spirited and domineering divine rhyme.

"That's it, that's it! The charm of Zidian is not in the speed of the sword, but in the speed itself, or in the chasing speed. ”

Chu Tiance suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and countless spiritual lights came one after another, like a spring constantly rushing.

The so-called pursuit of the ultimate speed is not through constantly improving the speed of the sword, in order to gradually obtain the ultimate speed, but by constantly exploring the original meaning of speed, and gradually controlling the exquisite sword rhyme of speed, the ultimate sword speed is a matter of course. The previous attempts can be described as cause and effect, putting the cart before the horse, and the purple electricity eighty-one style is like a pearl locked in the dust, and the glory is extinguished.

However, at this time, an epiphany was really born in the dust, illuminating the mountains and rivers!

The sword flickered, tumbling and rolling, Chu Tiance's eyes were slightly closed, and he seemed to be completely immersed in the purple lightning eighty-one form.

I don't know how long it took, Chu Tiance's wrist suddenly loosened, and the Spirit Slashing Sword fell to the ground with a thud, and in the next moment, the whole person was even more like pushing a mountain of gold and pouring a jade pillar, and fell directly to the ground. There was a touch of extreme exhaustion in his eyes, forcibly cultivating thunder and fire in the magma, Chu Tiance was already exhausted of true yuan, his body was ruined, and there was no good place for his limbs and hundreds of remains, at this time, he suddenly realized that he had practiced for nearly three hours in one go, not only was the remaining true yuan qi completely exhausted, but the continuous thinking made Chu Tiance's mind extremely tired.

"Purple Electric Eighty-One Style, in the final analysis, is just a sword, and you only need to continuously improve the strength of your body to gradually progress. ”

Taking out an elixir that restored the true yuan and nourished the body, it was stuffed into his mouth, and Chu Tiance simply lay on the ground, quietly refining the elixir.

In just a moment, a warm medicinal power slowly dispersed, and the almost dilapidated body began to recover.

The charred black flesh gradually fell off, and a tough but soft skin membrane regrew on the white bones, and even the consumed qi and blood quickly recovered.

These elixirs did not come from the Heavenly Palace, but were obtained from Qu Yun's spatial ring.

The refining of the poison pill in the Netherworld Hall can be said to be the number one in the sky, the crown of the Yuan Dragon Star, this alchemy technique, in fact, the Netherworld Palace's refining of the life-saving elixir, which is not inferior to the refining of the poison pill, can be said to be good at winning, and it can also be called the first of the Yuan Dragon Star. It's just that in Yuanlongxing, the grandmasters of alchemy are scattered in the major sects, and there are not a few, but the poison pill is specialized in the Netherworld Palace, and the power of the poison pill is too terrifying, and over time, the Netherworld Hall is unique, and it has become a poison pill refining and soul secret art.

In comparison, the pill that Qu Yun carried was obviously two or three points stronger than the pill of the same rank purchased in the Qingtian Palace.

As for Qu Yun, Lei Hao, and Shi Kaiyuan, the three brothers, together with Gu Zhengde, and a large number of items that were not used or could clearly identify their identities, and even the space rings of the three disciples of the Netherworld Temple, were all thrown into the leyline magma by Chu Tiance, not to mention that the idle martial artists could not go down to the depths of the leylines at all, and even if they went down, under the burning of the magma and earth fire, there were already no bones left, and there was no trace left.