Build the Tao and practice the second realm.

After awakening, the power of the bloodline can manifest on the surface of the body and step into the path building, and the cultivator can truly use the power of the bloodline. Strictly speaking, only in order to achieve the path of cultivation can you enter the gate of the path.

Build roads, build roads, build roads.

Li Yang gritted his teeth and didn't dare to stop.

"Hurry, catch him!" Zhang Rui was weak and weak, after all, he had only built the Dao for a short time, and there was not much Yuan Force in the Yuan Mansion, and the blow just now was already the maximum he could use.

"Chase! He's already seriously wounded! He can't run!" The crowd swarmed after him.

Li Yang ran in front, and his body was only a small pain at first, but the more he went to the back, the more pain he felt.

I saw a palm-sized blood flower on the clothes on his back, and I didn't know how many ribs came from a burst of heart-piercing pain, most of which were already cracked.

"If it was a little more off...... Li Yang broke out in cold sweat on his forehead, if the part that hit him just now was a lung, he would probably have been lying on the ground by now.

A group of people behind him clenched and clenched, Li Yang's body was a little unbearable, his back seemed to have been splashed with sulfuric acid, constantly corroded, and he had to hurry up to heal.

In the frenzy, he took out the Qiankun bag that he touched from Zhang Rui's body, and sure enough, he was not disappointed, there was a little Huandan he knew, the little fat man had mentioned to him before, it was the best Baodan.

He took out two of them, threw one into his mouth, and crushed one and put it on the wound on his back.

It wasn't immediate, but it wasn't as painful as it used to be. Moreover, a small pill belly, his whole body seemed to have inexhaustible strength, and his speed went up suddenly.

Your mother!

The group of people in the back are going crazy, it was hard to chase you, why are you still drugged, why are you chasing?

Li Yang ran wildly all the way, and during this time, he put two spiritual treasures into the Qiankun bag, and it was too ostentatious to hold it in his hand.

You must know that every thousand years, there are twenty or thirty spiritual treasures in the present world, which are evenly distributed among thousands of people, and many people have nothing. And he alone has two pieces, which I don't know how many people will be blushing.

The number of people who surrounded him became fewer and fewer, until they were completely gone. He was about to sit down on the spot to heal when a familiar voice sounded behind him.

"Alas, I'm tired to death, Brother Li, why are you running so fast?"

Li Yang was suddenly in a bad mood, this dead fat man still had the face to follow?

But then again, how could the little fat man keep up with his speed? his current speed was much faster than those cultivators who had just awakened to the realm, and the little fat man hadn't even awakened.

"Could it be that this dead fat man has been hiding all along?" Li Yang's eyes froze.

The little fat man panted, his white and fat face was covered with sweat, he sat next to Li Yang, and said intermittently: "Brother Li, don't blame the brother for not being righteous, it's the brother who is afraid of dragging you down!"

Although most of these words were false, Li Yang still accepted it. He casually took out Zhang Rui's Qiankun bag, threw it in front of the little fat man, and said, "Let's see if there is any medicine that can cure external injuries!"

"This ......" The little fat man took the Qiankun bag, staring at Li Yang with small eyes, I don't know what to say, is the Qiankun bag worthless?

So, in his eyes of a pair of dead fish, Li Yang threw out several Qiankun bags in a row.

"I'll see later, treat the wound on Lao Tzu's back first!" Li Yang scoffed, looking at the buns, and then pulled off his coat, exposing his back.

The little fat man's liver hurt a little, and he endured a while of groping in the Qiankun bag, and finally found a bottle of medicine, his eyes lit up, and said: "'Golden sore medicine', this medicine is just to cure your external injuries!"

The damage caused by Yuan Li is different from ordinary external injuries, it is like appendage gangrene rooted in human flesh and blood, if it is not removed, it is impossible to heal itself for a long time, and there is no possibility of self-healing.

Li Yang's heart was weak, no wonder he had been feeling that his injuries were expanding just now. However, after Lei Ren cleaned his wound again and applied gold sore medicine, he felt much better.

At this time, the red sun has fallen on the mountain for nearly a quarter, and the war is in full swing.

In the green grassland by the lake, people gathered in groups, fighting around one or two spiritual treasures. Every time I changed places, there were always a few corpses on the ground.

Li Yang and the little fat man had been sitting four or five miles away, away from the battle. He'd grabbed a lot of stuff before, and now he's taking the opportunity to check it out.

This total, counting the Qiankun bag snatched from Jin Zhan's gang, is just right, breaking through to double digits!

"Is there a fist or a halberd or something?" Li Yang is most lacking now, in the previous battle with Zhang Rui, his disadvantage of not knowing the sword was exposed.

Seeing the little fat man shaking his head, Li Yang also knew that he was wishful thinking.

Exercises and mental methods are the foundation of a big family, and if this is leaked out, it is equivalent to picking off your pants and exposing everything in front of others.

"Huh?" the little fat man suddenly sighed and took out something from the bag.

It's a roll of kraft paper, with a strange smell, it should be old.

"Is it an exercise?" Li Yang's eyes lit up and he hurried over.

The little fat man nodded, looking like he should be, but after reading the words of the open book, his expression changed greatly, and he threw it out like a hot potato in his hand.

Li Yang picked up the kraft paper and wondered, "What's the matter?"

"Where did you get this brown paper?" the little fat man looked terrified.

Li Yang glanced at him, then picked up the Qiankun bag and looked at it for a while, and said, "Jin Zhan's! What's wrong with this kraft paper?"

"Is it Jin Zhan's bastard?" The little fat man's ass seemed to be pierced by a nail, and he jumped up from the ground with a "soar".

"I said that bastard, why is he staring at you, it turns out that he is hiding this secret!"

"What the hell is the secret? You are so quick to tell it!" Li Yang wanted to kick the dead fat man to death.

"What is recorded on that brown paper is the 'Blood Refining Dafa', which is said to be a practice created by a madman thousands of years ago with reference to the demon clan, which can reverse the bloodline of people!"

Moreover, once this method is practiced, the caster can only rely on the power of the bloodline of the plunderer person to improve his cultivation in the future, so the children of the family with the power of the bloodline have become the main target of his hunting.

Therefore, all the big families hate the caster to the core, and they do not hesitate to send out the elders of the clan to lay a net, and every spell caster has no good end in the end.

"Is Jin Zhan, this bastard dead?" The little fat man suddenly remembered that he didn't see Jin Zhan when he turned back that day, and he was probably still alive.

A person who has practiced the "Blood Refining Dafa" actually sneaked into the Divine Ruins, which is definitely a huge disaster for those children of the family!

You must know that the Jin Zhan bloodline has been fully awakened, and it is only one step away from entering the next realm. At that time, apart from those children of the big families, who else can cure him?

Beside him, Li Yang silently put away the kraft paper, and the little fat man was startled: "Alas...... You're not going to practice this exercise, are you?

Li Yang's expression was stunned, and after being stunned for three seconds, he embarrassedly said "No, no", but he had already put the kraft paper into the Qiankun bag in his hand.

"Master is not joking with you! If you really practice, no one will help you collect the corpse when the time comes. Not to mention far, just that guy thousands of years ago, was finally chopped into meat sauce and fed to the dog......"

"Whew!"

At this moment, a gust of cold wind hit his back, and Li Yang quickly turned sideways to avoid it.

"Huh!"

A four-foot long sword was inserted three meters away, the blade was like snow, and the cold light was overflowing.

"Spirit Sword!"

The little fat man couldn't believe it, he was hiding here, and there was even a spiritual treasure sent to the door, this shit luck really didn't say.

"Don't rob me!"

Li Yang didn't rob him, he ran wildly, and the little fat man thought that he had changed his sex, but after looking back, he was almost scared to pee.

"Mother!"