"Critter!"

"I'll pick it up!"

"Ding, the master picked up a hundred demon corpses and recovered them to gain 400,000 devouring experience. ”

"Ding, the master picked up a hundred magic weapons, recovered 100,000 devouring experience points, and two Hongmeng stones. ”

"Ding, the master picked up the corpse of a holy demon beast and recovered it to obtain 100,000 devouring experience. ”

“......”

"Ding, the master Pangu clone has met the requirements for fusion, is it starting to fuse?"

The sudden prompt sound suddenly made Long Feng stunned.

"What's the situation?"

"Pangu's doppelganger's experience points are actually full?"

Long Feng hurriedly opened the Pangu clone attribute to check.

Master: Pangu clone

Grade: Superb Innate Spirit Treasure Level (Quasi-Saint Peak)

Devouring Experience: Full

Exercises: Mixed Yuan Xuangong

Magic Weapon: Seal of the Heavens (Chaos Arcana)

Divine power: Divine power

Immortal Technique: Nine Heavens Reincarnation Palm

Explanation: You can directly preach the Tao with your strength and upgrade to sanctification, but after the sermon can no longer be integrated into the ontology, the ontology will lose the possibility of sanctification.

After sanctification, they can't be integrated.

Long Feng was not too surprised, if he could really be holy and fused, it would be too rebellious.

Look at the attributes of the demon clone, it's basically the same, it shows that it can be fused, and it can also be sanctified, but after it is sanctified, it can't be fused into the body.

Of course, Long Feng will not do the thing of killing chickens and taking eggs, and it is a matter of time before he becomes holy.

The ontology is the root of everything, and if the ontology is not holy, what is the use of the doppelganger even if it is all sanctified.

"Not fused for the time being!"

The cause of picking up garbage must be fought to the end, and the corpses and magic weapons around it must be cleaned up first.

"Ding, the master picked up a hundred demon corpses and recovered them to get a little bloodline. ”

"Ding, the master picked up a hundred magic weapons, recovered them to get a little bloodline value, and two Hongmeng stones. ”

As the crit striker cast, Long Feng heard a different prompt sound.

"Hey, what is the bloodline value? Could it be that Pangu essence blood is that kind of thing?"

At this point, the experience points have disappeared, and there is an extra bloodline value.

"It's a novelty!"

Click to check!

Bloodline, every time you cast a crit, you can get one point of bloodline by recycling 100 scraps at a time.

Every 100 bloodlines gained, a low-level bloodline is automatically synthesized.

"Low-level bloodline?"

Long Feng instantly remembered that he had just killed Luo Ke and slaughtered 100,000 demons in one go.

One is the Thunder God bloodline, and the other is the Beast God bloodline.

Long Feng immediately became serious and clicked on the attributes.

Sure enough, the bloodline column was added to the attribute again.

Long Feng continued to click on the Thunder God bloodline.

Low-level bloodline, the admission ticket to the Heavenly Dao Saint Venerable, low-level Thunder God bloodline.

It can be immune to 20% of any thunder attribute attack, and can enhance the power of 20% against any thunder attribute immortal magic and supernatural powers.

Cast other attribute immortal magic or supernatural powers, with a thunder effect, low-level thunder god bloodline, and a two-layer chance to control thunder and lightning.

The bloodline is the foundation of a person, and the low-level and middle-level bloodlines can only be inherited, not gifted.

"Damn, the power of the bloodline is so good!"

The power of this bloodline once again expanded Long Feng's vision.

Especially to control thunder and lightning, that's.

It can be different from using lightning and casting a spell with lightning attributes.

It's about controlling a rule, controlling the rules, even if it's a saint's great perfection, it's a luxury.

Of course, having mastered the rules, how powerful the rules are, and what kind of benefits they have, Long Feng doesn't know now.

As for what he knew about thunder and lightning before, it was a world of difference when it came to controlling thunder and lightning.

"Holy Venerable, it must be the so-called Demon Venerable in the Demon Realm. ”

Long Feng muttered to himself, there was a kind of firmness in his eyes, he believed, Holy Venerable, he would reach it one day, and it would not be too far away.

But what level is this Venerable?

Based on the current system, it is clear that this is still under the Heavenly Dao.

But isn't the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Dao already the limit of the Heavenly Dao?

Long Feng was a little puzzled, and there was no hint in this system, which made him puzzled and couldn't guess.

"System, is Pangu's hard work the bloodline?"

This time, the tsundere system actually answered him.

"Ding, of course, the essence blood and the heart blood cannot be compared with the bloodline, once the bloodline is withdrawn, it may make the Demon Venerable descend to the quasi-holy. ”

"If Pangu loses his bloodline, I'm afraid he will directly become a mortal, but if he absorbs Pangu's heart blood or Pangu essence blood, he has a small chance to inherit the Dao Pangu bloodline. ”

"I see, in this way, the bloodline is countless times stronger than the essence blood or the heart blood!"

Long Feng's eyes lit up.

Just as he was about to continue studying the power of this bloodline, the voice of the Demon Deception sounded.

"Old ...... Boss, Blood ...... The Blood Demon Temple is ...... It's almost on. ”

Demon Deception's tone was full of trembling.

His face was pale at this point.

Even as a demon, he had never seen such a killing.

The blood on the ground made him feel sick, as if he was about to vomit it at any moment.

Especially when I saw the picture of the demon dragon taking a bath and drinking blood in a puddle of blood formed by blood.

made him unable to bear it anymore, and directly spit out all the bitter bile water in his stomach.

Long Feng glanced at the black dragon, frowned slightly, and then patted Demon Batian's shoulder, turning his head to stare at the hall in mid-air.

Now, he was only a canyon away from the main hall, and the outline of the main hall was in full view.

I saw that the blood in the hall was even thicker at this moment, and the color was deeper than the blood-stained earth.

Previously, the hall was completely shrouded in a blood-red fog, and it was impossible to see the true face of the hall at all, only that it was probably a palace.

But at this time, the blood began to slowly dissipate, and a corner of the hall was already exposed.

This hall is simple and majestic, majestic and magnificent, and vigorous**!

The exposed horn carved dragon and phoenix is magnificent, revealing a shocking domineering spirit.

"Black slave, get out of here!"

Long Feng burst out and interrupted the black dragon who was enjoying in the blood puddle.

Hearing Long Feng's shout, he looked over with a puzzled expression, his eyes full of shock.

"Look at what, it's you!"

Long Feng's face was full of disdain, and his eyes were playful.

"What? you...... You call me a black slave?"

The black dragon's face was full of disbelief, and his eyes released a look of extreme dissatisfaction.

"Hey, it seems that you haven't had a long memory yet, and you've forgotten who you are!"

Long Feng smiled, he was not angry, but as soon as his mind moved, the black dragon immediately felt as if he had been pierced by ten thousand swords.

The pain is a thousand times more than the cone piercing.

"Woo......"

The dragon's roar was terrible, and the black dragon's eyes were already bleeding from tears.

His heart is like ashes at the moment!

I feel like I'm already reincarnated in hell.

"How's it going, black slave, isn't it cool!"

"Do you want another shot?"

Seeing that the black dragon was tortured to the point of dying, Long Feng stopped and continued to punish the black dragon.

"No...... The master stopped, Ben Long didn't dare to ......"

The black dragon's voice withered, and the pain was unbearable.

"You still dare to call yourself Ben Long?"

Long Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was like ten thousand years of ice.

"No, black slave, it's black slave who doesn't dare. ”