Chapter 671: A Path to Martial Arts

In the room, Ye Qingyun stared at the scroll in his hand.

When I spread it out, I found that there was nothing.

"Ancient Secrets?"

Empty.

He thought about it carefully, and a knife appeared in his left hand, and he gently cut it on the thumb of his right hand, and a little bright blood dripped down.

Ancient warriors basically used blood to identify martial treasures.

Ye Qingyun wanted to give it a try and see how this ancient secret record reacted.

After a while, nothing had changed on the ancient secret record, and it was still blank.

Ye Qingyun couldn't help but feel a little depressed, this fortunate and hard-won ancient secret record turned out to be a blank piece of paper? No wonder the people of the imperial family would take this as a reward.

"The people of the royal family are really stingy. ”

Actually, Ye Qingyun also thought of this, after all, the people of the imperial family are not stupid, they will also think of using their own blood to try this ancient secret record.

In desperation, he had no choice but to put the ancient secret record into the ancient ring.

But at this moment, a burst of light bloomed from the Ancient Secret Record.

Immediately after, a ball of fire erupted from the white scroll.

After the burning, Ye Qingyun was surprised to find that he had entered another world.

Around him was the boundless universe of the Vast ((swing dàng) dàng), countless stars shining brightly, illuminating the void, like a super-ancient beast that had been sleeping for a long time.

The scene in front of me was too shocking.

Ye Qingyun's breathing began to become rapid.

At this moment, a voice slowly came.

"Martial arts, first cultivate the martial soul, and then the bloodline, supernatural powers, and Taoism ......"

The sound rolled like thunder, falling into Ye Qingyun's ears, causing his body to tremble violently.

"Is this the cultivation realm of a martial artist?"

He heard that the ancient powerhouse could pick up stars with a wave of his hand, which was extremely powerful and infinitely powerful. Far from being compared to the strong of this era.

"Cultivate the martial soul first. That is to say, martial artists below the level of the Transformation God Realm are all cultivating martial souls. Ye Qingyun's eyes flickered, and he remembered his father Ye Zhan!

Ye Zhan awakened the bloodline, which means that he is in the second stage of cultivation, cultivating the bloodline!

The path of the warrior is indeed never-ending.

There are also supernatural powers on top of the bloodline.

There is also the Tao on top of the supernatural powers.

Even the Dharma is not the end.

Ye Qingyun knew this, and there was no fear on his face, but a strong firmness.

He clasped his hands slightly, and a seed of strength took root in his heart.

In this life, he must pursue the ultimate power of martial arts and set foot on the peak of martial arts!

The voice came again, and then, the voice fell, and a bright light suddenly burst out in front of it.

"Every martial artist has a corresponding blood lineage. ”

Out of the dazzling red light, a huge dragon suddenly appeared!

This dragon is extremely large, and its appearance is extremely strange, from top to bottom, every scale, every eye has two words.

Domineering!

Ye Qingyun stood on the starry sky, looking at the behemoth above, and what was born was not a sense of insignificance, but a sense of closeness.

The dragon in front of him had nine heads and nine claws.

Of the nine dragon heads, four are golden, the other four are black, and the middle is half gold and half black.

Eighteen eyes as big as lanterns flickered with a strange light, flickering and flickering, and the space froze.

Countless stars were as small as points of light in front of it.

The pouring light fell on its golden scales.

The dragon (身shēn) is hugely long, about 30 meters.

Generally, the dragon will breed a sense of arrogance when it looks at humans, as if it is an emperor and an old man who is high up and cannot be beaten. The dragon's eyes will also be filled with indifference and cruelty, like looking at an ant.

For these noble races, the rest of the races are not worthy of their eyes.

But this one is different.

To be more precise, it has a different attitude towards Ye Qingyun.

There is nobility, but there is no pride, there is no nobody, there is no indifference, and there is no cruelty.

This is an extraordinarily clear and unadulterated look. It seems to be a clear water surface and can be used as a mirror.

I don't know why, seeing this look, Ye Qingyun seemed to see himself.

I saw the arrogant (body shēn) shadow.

I saw the figure of the brother who drew a sword for his brother, for his friend, for his people, and for his relatives.

I also saw the man who could laugh and cry, and who had blood and flesh.

He saw himself, his eyes gradually moistened, and he saw everything he had been through in his previous life.

The past is like the wind.

The wind blew, blowing away the sand and dust on the ground, but not his memories of the past.

Ye Qingyun thought of a lot.

He thought of his previous life and Luo Ling's happy (日rì) son.

The two have been to many places, seen countless landscapes, and eaten all kinds of food.

However, the picture changed directly in the next moment.

A woman with an extremely delicate appearance and a very delicate person holding an ice-blue long sword in her hand.

"Lorling Sword. ”

This sword was given to Luo Ling by Ye Qingyun, and it was a gift from Luo Ling's twenty-year-old birth (日rì).

However, this blue long sword became cold in the next moment, and the blade of the sword was densely covered with frost, and a cold aura spread all around, sweeping in.

This coldness seems to be able to forget everything.

The former vows and alliances also burst like bubbles in the next moment.

At this moment, Ye Qingyun's heart was very painful.

Because after (love) has passed, it will hurt.

A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I'm stupid and naïve......

"Roar!"

Suddenly, above, the strange dragon let out a roar, earth-shattering, and the surrounding stars were directly destroyed in the next moment, bursting like a bomb, and red flames fell rapidly downward, and in the process, the void tightened.

"I am the Ancient Nine Evil Golden War Dragon!"

The giant dragon turned out to be a human speaker, and its voice was like rolling thunder, resounding in Ye Qingyun's mind.

Ye Qingyun's body was shocked, and the shock in his heart could not be expressed in words.

"The Ancient Nine Evil Golden Battle Dragon......" he slowly said these seven words, and with each word he spit out, the surrounding stars would bulge and shatter to the ground.

Flames spread all around.

Ahead, the Ancient Nine Evil Golden War Dragon twisted its huge (body shēn) body, and a terrifying spiritual power was around it.

Ye Qingyun looked at the behemoth in front of him, and a sense of intimacy hit him like a tide.

The whole space was dead silent.

Here, he and the Ancient Nine Demon Golden War Dragon seemed to be brothers.

Suddenly, a huge tower appeared behind him.

It was the nine-story refining tower.

The first layer slowly opened, and immediately after, the blood-colored fangs appeared, emitting a red light, flashing and flickering, extremely demonic.