The bright moonlight is pervasive, and the moonlight is sprinkled all over the hills.

Suddenly, a green shadow flashed and landed steadily in front of Zhang Fang.

"It's strange, I obviously sensed a demonic power that rushed to the sky, why did it suddenly disappear here. The man murmured.

"It should be here, although the demonic power is gone, there is still a little pure Taiyin power left. ”

This is a man in Tsing Yi, carrying a seven-star knife, twenty or thirty years old, with a well-proportioned and powerful figure, a delicate face, and bright eyes.

At this moment, he was looking around, sweeping east and west, his eyes fixed on the motionless demon corpse on the ground.

He leaned down to look at the demon corpse, touched the bare, fire-scorched neck of the demon corpse, and flicked the hard demon body with his hand.

"Sure enough, it is a demon corpse that has just changed, and its physical strength is too poor, if it doesn't absorb a little power of Taiyin, it is simply vulnerable. ”

The man said to himself, as if he hadn't even seen the big living person Zhang Fang beside him.

"Hey, it's another business gone, but the business has been good lately, and you can always find a lot of demon corpses. ”

The man got up, and then turned to look at Zhang Fang.

Since the man landed, Zhang Fang had been staring at him, and he never took his eyes off for a moment.

"Brother Ren, you killed the demon corpse?" asked the man in Tsing Yi.

Zhang Fang said lightly: "Yes, it is indeed killed in Xia, in Xia Zhangfang, what do you call it?"

"The sealing knife, the sealing of the seal, the sword of the sword, is a demon slayer. ”

The man in Tsing Yi said, he didn't hide his identity like the aliens he had seen in the past, obviously Zhang Fang's strength was recognized by him, not everyone could kill the demon corpse without effort.

"I don't know what the demonic power you are talking about?" asked Zhang Fang, puzzled, this was the second time he had heard the word demonic power.

The first time was that the mysterious man in Qishui Hanfu heard it, and the second time was here.

"It's nothing, it doesn't hurt to tell you!"

The man surprisingly didn't excuse himself, so he told Zhang Fang about his demonic power.

"Demon power, that is, the power of demons, is the source of their power. ”

In Zhang Fang's expectant gaze, the man said something that was not nutritious, and then stopped saying it, although it was simple and straightforward, but it was intriguing.

"That's all I can say, I can't say anything else, you don't belong to our circle, and it's even more of a burden for you to talk too much. ”

"Who said I didn't belong to your circle. Zhang Fang said leisurely, he was not afraid of the man in front of him, let alone afraid of him divulging secrets.

The sense of threat he gave Zhang Fang was not very great, far from reaching the terrifying and desperate level of Niu Meng.

If there is a real fight, it is not certain who loses and who wins, and even Zhang Fang's winning chance is greater, and the mysteries are not all strong, and the warriors are not weak.

It was a great pity that I finally met people in that mysterious circle, and I didn't take the opportunity to understand one or two.

"Look!" Zhang Fang's left eye moved, and a trace of resentment leaked under the clear glow.

"What is this?" Feng Dao moved, he was very familiar with this resentment.

"This is a natural ability that I have awakened since I was a child, and my father also has it, and it is said that it has been passed down from generation to generation......"

Zhang Fang talked nonsense and tried to be as vague as possible.

He didn't know the level of power in this world, and if the man showed something strange and noticed his abnormality, he wouldn't mind killing him.

Pushing everything off to innateness is the simplest and most vague explanation.

Feng Dao showed a look of sudden realization, clenched his fists and said: "It turns out that you are also a bloodline inheritor, forgive me for being presumptuous before." ”

"What is a bloodline inheritor? I've only been in contact with someone like you once since I was a child, and I don't know much about it, so I want to explain it. ”

Zhang Fang was puzzled, and his face was full of suspicion.

"The so-called bloodline inheritors are the descendants of the mysterious bloodline of the ancestors, and the bloodline ancestors are terrifying beings with great power.

The power of the ancestors is contained in the bloodline of future generations, and at a certain time, the power of the bloodline will awaken, so as to obtain the terrifying power hidden in the bloodline! ”

Feng Dao also understands Zhang Fang, he himself awakened the power of the bloodline by accident, and Xiaobai, who didn't understand anything before.

Zhang Fang asked again: "No, then why can I only borrow a little bit of strength, at best absorb some of the grievances, my own strength also comes from martial arts, it has nothing to do with bloodline, and it doesn't match the powerful strength you said!"

He is also very curious about the development of the bloodline, he has a dreadful bloodline in his body, and he still hasn't figured out how the power of the bloodline is stimulated.

Although the drug can stimulate the fusion of blood and blood, what about after that?

It is impossible to reach the level of Niu Meng if the bloodline is fused, at most it is dominant among the warriors, and it is still too far away from that kind of world.

Feng Dao looked at Zhang Fang and said: "The power of the bloodline was very weak at first, and it took a lot of precious elixirs and unremitting training to fully open the power of the bloodline. ”

Zhang Fang listened thoughtfully.

"In general, the bloodline is divided into four stages, Sleep, Awakening, Silence, and Ancestor.

And the strength and purity of the bloodline are also different, and the strong bloodline incineration level can match the weak ancestor level, so it is unreasonable to divide the strength in this way. ”

"Oh! Zhang Fang narrowed his eyes and said.

Feng Dao said unhurriedly: "What is the division of strength of your martial artists?"

"Strong, shocking, broken, returning. ”

Zhang Fang thought about it and didn't hide it, this is not a secret.

The clear realm of martial arts is very clear to martial artists.

Zhang Fang heard Xie Xinian mention that the strongest martial artist in Yunzhou was only the strength of the middle stage of breaking the qi.

Feng Dao nodded, he himself also cultivates martial arts, although the power of martial arts is not as powerful as the power of the bloodline, but it also has a certain help for the development of the power of the bloodline.

"In order to be juxtaposed with the sealing body, warlocks, etc., and divided with ordinary warriors, it starts with returning to the yuan, and is divided into Yuan Qi, hidden gods, spirits, seals, and kings.

The Yuan Qi contains the four levels of the warrior's strength, shock, breaking qi, and returning to the yuan, which has more elasticity and tension than the warrior's bloodline inheritor.

The most ordinary bloodline can also ascend to the realm of Guiyuan, so as to rebel against the innate and prolong their lifespan, while the top martial artists want to break through the realm of Guiyuan, but it is as difficult as ascending to the sky. ”

Zhang Fang nodded, as strong as Xiong Tiannan, a martial arts master-level figure, who is approaching his old age, is just wandering in a broken spirit, and if he wants to break through to Guiyuan, there is extremely little hope.

Feng Dao exclaimed: "This is the natural advantage of the bloodline, it is the glory of the ancestor, the supreme grace. ”

"Then what is the king?" Zhang Fang asked.

"The king, three horizontal and one vertical, the three horizontal are the heavens, the earth, and the man, and the one who connects the heavens, the earth and the man is the king. The king is invincible in all directions, burning mountains and boiling the sea, which can shake the heavens and the earth. ”

When Feng Dao talked about the strength of the royal rank, his eyes showed incomparable admiration and yearning, which is the only concept of all those who chase the strongest.