Life is always full of all kinds of accidents, although most of the time it is not good news, but occasionally there will be two great surprises waiting for you. For example, the lottery ticket bought casually won tens of millions of dollars, for example, when I was cleaning up the relics of the old man, I found super valuable antique cultural relics, and for example, I woke up and found that I had traveled to another world, and I still carried a gold finger with me!

The fat man is now a little dizzy by this surprise in his life. He never knew that an ordinary family that had never produced a fourth-order profession in eight lifetimes would still inherit a trace of the bloodline of the Desolate Ancient God Clan? If he ran back and told his father the news now, his father would definitely scold him for seeing too much.

However, it is such a fact that no one believes when he says it, and here today he inherited the inheritance of the overlord of the ancient era of the Tianyuan Realm, the inheritance of the Desolate Ancient God Clan!

From the fragments of memory inherited by the Ancient Protoss, the fat man learned what kind of race it was. To be precise, the Ancient Protoss is a big name, and within the entire Protoss, it is divided into hundreds of small races according to factors such as region and inheritance, and there are frictions between these small races from time to time, and wars will occur in serious cases. But in the face of foreign enemies, the entire Desolate Ancient God Race was unusually united, and at that time, no other race was their opponent.

The fat man estimated by himself based on these memories, if you want to use the professional level division system used by the Longhua Empire to express it, the average professional level of the entire Desolate Ancient God Clan at that time was about the twenty-fifth order, and the strongest one could even reach the forty order, and even the strength level of a newborn baby could reach about the eighteenth order.

What is the concept of the eighteenth order? It is enough to sweep half of the Longhua Empire! And this is the level of a baby!

Strong, strong and boundless!

However, it was precisely because they were so strong that the fat man would break out in a cold sweat when he saw the destruction of the Desolate Ancient Protoss in the end.

In the current Tian Yuan Realm, there are still many people who study history who are very interested in the disappearance of the Desolate Ancient God Race, and they also want to know what caused such a powerful race to disappear and become extinct in almost a short period of time? Was it because of the Heavenly Tribulation Calamity, or was it invaded by a strong enemy?

The fat man found the answer in the memory of inheritance, but this answer can definitely scare people to death. The real reason for the extinction and disappearance of the Ancient Protoss is that they were killed by one person!

Yes, it was killed by a person, a woman!

With a snake head and eight arms, although he didn't see the woman's appearance clearly, the fat man was still completely frightened. With his strength and vision, he couldn't see how powerful this woman really was, but her killing a forty-order god clan was like chopping melons and vegetables.

I don't know how the Ancient God Clan provoked this woman, but the fat man swore that if he ran into this woman one day, he would run as far as he could in the first place.

The Desolate Ancient Protoss also seemed to know that they couldn't afford to mess with this woman, so when they passed it on, they didn't ask the fat man to give them revenge or revive the Protoss, his request was very simple, that is, to continue the inheritance of the Desolate Ancient Protoss.

The Martial God Catalogue records the cultivation methods of all the combat skills of the Desolate Ancient God Clan, as long as the fat man cultivates seriously, even if he can't reach the average combat power of the Desolate Ancient God Clan, it will not be far behind.

However, there is still a problem with this, as far as most of the combat skills recorded in the Martial God Catalogue are cultivated, they must rely on the body bloodline of the Desolate Ancient God Clan. And if a mixed bloodline like a fat man, who only has so much of a ten-thousandth left, wants to cultivate, he will definitely train himself to death as soon as possible. At the beginning, the Desolate Ancient God Clan also considered this problem, so they specially left this god's blood.

It can replace the mixed bloodline in the inheritor's body and restore the purest bloodline of the Ancient Protoss!

However, the fat man was more or less resistant to fusing the blood of the gods. Because he felt that once he changed his blood, he was no longer himself.

However, at the moment, it was not up to him to decide whether or not to fuse the blood of the gods. In fact, since he entered the sacrificial hall, his body has been out of his control. First he was forcibly instilled with the memories of the Ancient Gods, and then he was pressed in place and couldn't move as he watched the blood of the gods fall towards him.

But at this moment, seeing that the blood of the gods was about to fall on his eyebrows, a violent cry came, and then he saw two figures kill directly like streamers, and one of them was even more angry and slapped a palm print at the fat man, as if he wanted to kill him in place.

......

Needless to say, the person who came was Jia Sanhe and the middle-aged man he called his uncle.

Originally, Jia San and the middle-aged man were still waiting in the back to reap the fisherman's profits. But when he suddenly saw them, he felt a surging force surging out from the direction of the temple. The two of them panicked and hurriedly ran out of the passage, looking far away just to see that the Desolate Ancient God Clan was about to fuse the blood of the gods to the fat man.

The two of them suddenly changed their faces, especially the middle-aged man, who was simply angry. He had already regarded the inheritance of the Desolate Ancient Divine Clan as something in his pocket, but he didn't expect that he could be cut off by someone under his nose, or by two juniors in the Qi training period. didn't care about these things with Jia San, and with a violent snort, he flew over. He just grabbed this god's blood today!

Jia San also had an ugly face. He thinks he has everything under control. But after thousands of calculations, he didn't expect that there would be a bloodline successor of the Desolate Ancient God Clan among Shen Mu and the fat man. Or rather, he didn't calculate this low-probability thing at all.

But who would have thought that things would be so coincidental? The fisherman was bitten by a fish and actually played with the decoupling! This is simply a great shame!

Angrily flew over, and at the same time, he raised his hand and slapped a palm print towards the fat man, he would never allow anyone to leave with the inheritance of the Desolate Ancient Protoss.

The fat man himself was completely stunned in place, not knowing what was going on, and could only watch the palm prints that came and couldn't avoid it.

At the critical moment, the Desolate Ancient Protoss made a move. The sword stepped forward and easily crushed the incoming palm print. At the same time, the huge figure stood up, his eyes swept over, and his body was like a thunderstorm, and the middle-aged man couldn't bear it at all with his cultivation in infancy, and suddenly it was as if he had been hit by an invisible blow, and his body flew out upside down like a kite with a broken string.

On the contrary, Jia San was not affected at all, and his speed suddenly increased again, breaking through the barrier of the Desolate Ancient God Clan at the last moment, snatching the blood of the gods from the fat man's head, and then kicking the fat man out of the main hall.

"Fortunately, I finally caught up, if this is integrated into your body, how much effort will it take me to refine the blood of this god again?" Jia San snorted coldly, glanced at the fat man with disdain, and then his body flew up into the air, looking at the Desolate Ancient Protoss and greeting: "It's been a long time, Wulong, the last warrior of the Desolate Ancient Protoss!

"Are you...... Who is it?" I didn't expect Jia San to be able to call out his name in one mouth, and he still seemed to know himself, and the Ancient God Clan, who was called the Five Dragons, was surprised.

"You'll know who I am in a minute!" Jia San laughed, and then swallowed the blood of the gods in one gulp.

"Bastard, this is not something you should take!" You must know that this god's blood is specially reserved for the inheritor, and now Jia San swallowing it is almost equivalent to breaking off more than half of the inheritance of the Desolate Ancient God Clan. This made Wulong suddenly furious, and he slashed at Jia San.

Before the blade could reach him, the space around him had already been sliced by the blade. Jia San had no way to avoid it, so he could only sacrifice a shield-shaped spiritual weapon to defend this knife head-on.

However, the fury of the Ancient Protoss was so easy to block. The defensive spirit weapon was shattered like a piece of paper in an instant, and Jia San was even more screaming and was slashed out hundreds of meters like a cannonball, leaving a long ravine on the ground.

Shen Mu felt bad when Jia San and the two of them appeared, and when he saw the fat man being kicked out of the hall, he hurriedly ran to help him up, regardless of the injury, first threw the two healing techniques up, and then the two of them quickly found a place to hide.

"Ahem...... cough ......" In a violent cough, Jia San crawled out of the ground. While wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he smiled cruelly: "Now this body is really too weak, fortunately I was prepared." My dearest uncle, it's time for you to fetch something for me!"

As he spoke, his gaze fell on the middle-aged man who was about to run out quietly.

Hearing the conversation between Jia San and the Five Dragons of the Ancient God Clan, he still didn't understand that he had been deceived by Jia San! He was about to sneak out quietly while they were fighting, but he didn't expect Jia San to find out.

So there's nothing to worry about. The cultivation of the Yuan Infant Stage all exploded, and the whole body turned into a streamer, and he was about to run outside the temple without looking back. But as soon as he moved, Jia San suddenly appeared in front of him, and his momentum soared like a rocket. From Zhuji to Jindan, from Jindan to Yuanying, and then all the way to the realm of the late Yuanying period, he was directly promoted to become a monk from the Shenshen period.

"Now that the blood of the gods is in your hands, you're useless now. Don't think you're unlucky, blame you for being too greedy. Jia Sanyi pinched the middle-aged man's neck, lifted him up, and continued: "But don't worry, my words have always counted, and I will definitely burn the God of War Catalogue to you!"

"Who the hell are you?" the middle-aged man's face was flushed from the pinch. He didn't believe that the person in front of him would be Jia San. Everyone came out of the same village, he knew too well what kind of talent Jia San was, he didn't believe that Jia San had the talent to cultivate to the god transformation stage, let alone have anything to do with the Desolate Ancient God Clan. It must have been possessed and robbed of Jia San's kid when he robbed the ancient tomb.

"Hehe, is it important to you who I am?" Jia San sneered and snorted: "Don't waste your efforts, just the self-explosion of the Yuan Infancy, do you think it can hurt me?"

With another twist of his hand, the middle-aged man finally broke his neck before he could even sacrifice his life to blow himself up.

Then Jia San opened his mouth and sucked, and the middle-aged man's flesh and blood were directly sucked into his stomach, and he licked his lips with a look of enjoyment, turned his head to look at Wulong and said, "Now you should know me!"

While speaking, Jia San also underwent great changes outside. The body swelled twice like a balloon, and the skin became dry and a dark red. An ordinary cheek had completely changed, with high cheekbones, deep sunken eye sockets, and two blood-red corners growing on his forehead. A pair of wings also grew on the back, and a thick red tail grew out of the lower body.

There's still a little bit of a person there, huh?

Shen Mu and the fat man were already stunned when they hid behind a Chinese pillar.

"It's you, Blood Demon Lord, Athalyde! A demon from the hellish plane!"

That's right, they do know each other, it should be said that they are old acquaintances. Once the Hell Plane had an invasion against the Celestial Yuan Realm Plane. At that time, as the overlord of the Tianyuan Realm, the Desolate Ancient God Clan naturally fought a few hard battles with the demons and demons of hell. At that time, one of his main opponents was the Blood Demon Lord Athclyde, and the two of them fought more than a dozen times, but in the end he successfully killed Athaclyde!

"I didn't expect it to be you? And you dare to come here, I could kill you once back then, and I can kill you again today!" Since it was an old opponent, there was no need to say more nonsense, and the five dragons rushed out of the main hall directly with a loud roar, and hundreds of knives were slashed out in a row.

Jia San, or the Blood Demon Lord Athaclyde, has once again improved his strength a lot compared to before. While easily dodging the attack of the five dragons, he said with a smile: "Useless five dragons, even if I am no longer the person I used to be, with the flesh and blood soul of the Yuanying Monk, I can only recover my true body in a short time. However, you are not the same person you used to be. Since you are all dead, why do you want to stay in this world? Look at your sword, it is getting slower and slower, how long can you last like this? Since you Ancient God Clan has been wiped out, why do you have to leave something behind? This really doesn't make any sense!"

Indeed, as Athclyde said, the five dragons had already died, and what he remained here was only the last will to turn into, and after bursting out of a fighting force, it began to slowly dissipate, and the combat power began to become weaker and weaker.

"Hahahaha...... This is called feng shui in turn, Wulong, once one of the strongest warriors of the Desolate Ancient God Clan, I will accept your godhead first!" Seeing that the speed of the five dragons was getting slower and slower, Athacelid jumped up with a wild laugh, held down his head, and forcibly pulled out a small blue crystal from it.

This is the crystallization of the soul of the Desolate Ancient Protoss, also known as the Godhead. At the same time, it is also the real purpose of Aththclyde's trip this time!