The deep ancient tree, with the touch of Artis, magical changes began to take place. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The faint light of divinity began to light up, with a hint of divine might.

This is part of the essence of Artis itself, which begins to reveal itself as the Tree of Nature is stimulated.

In the glimmer of light, the huge divine power that had been accumulated during this time began to emerge and pour into Artis's body.

Artis's body began to glow, and the whole person and the ancient tree became one, constantly resonating.

As the resonance occurs, the breath of the two begins to synchronize, not distinguishing from each other.

The power of the bloodline began to surge upward, and above a bloodline seed, a bloodline phantom appeared, waving its body in it.

This is an extremely powerful manifestation of the power of the bloodline. When the bloodline secret method is practiced in the depths, the bloodlines in the deepest part of the living beings will begin to transform into more powerful bloodline power.

The bloodline seed is actually a seed that opens the shackles of the bloodline, no matter what bloodline it was in the past, as long as the bloodline seed is condensed, it can slowly transform. If the phantom on the bloodline seed is condensed and formed, it also means that the bloodline seed has matured, and the bloodline will transform and rise to another height.

If Artis can perfect this bloodline secret book and promote it to level six, then he can even create a transcendent race comparable to powerful beings such as dragons, and pass it on within the multiverse.

At this time, the external divine power slowly condensed, and the illusory light condensed into a liquid divine power, slowly pouring into the depths of the bloodline.

Sensing this process, Artis had no sorrow or joy in his heart, but just ran the bloodline secret book in his body, a bloodline seed shining with red light was slowly jumping, and the bloodline phantom in it roared wildly and was growing.

Roar!!!

A low roar rang out, representing the breaking of some kind of shackle.

A tall phantom suddenly appeared behind Artis, roaring and sucking all the divine power into it.

Outside, wisps of light began to weave indiscriminately, gradually covering Artis's body.

A heartbeat began to sound, and there was a complete silence. It's just that a powerful vitality is still emanating, growing at an alarming rate, and it seems to be pregnant with gods and demons.

"Is this the blessing of the Sacred Tree?"

In the distance, Elder Eda looked shocked as he looked at Artis, who was wrapped in the light of the ancient tree in front of him, and couldn't help but exclaim.

On the other side, Alan looked at Artis in a daze, as the reaction of the other side of the life gradually became stronger, his body slowly heated up, and an inexplicable feeling rose in his heart.

This is the revival of the ancient dragon's bloodline, sensing the transformation of the bloodline in front of him, it seems that he feels the threat, and instinctively wants to wake up.

And the surrounding area has long been kneeling, and countless clansmen are kneeling under this miracle, singing the praises of the great god of nature and contributing their strength.

A little pure white power of faith continued to rise, and under the traction of the ancient tree, it surged towards Artis. Inside, the sound of a huge heart beating seemed to grow even louder.

This change took place for several months. After a few months, some visitors from outside broke the silence.

On the rugged path, a handsome young man walked on the road, looking at some footprints on the road in the distance, and smiling.

"Finally, I found it..." he looked up and smiled grimly.

"Lord Ozoris, do you need me to send someone over?" a tall, skeletal and formidable four-armed demon said respectfully to him.

"No need. Ozoris smiled and looked at the road ahead, "Let's go." ”

After saying this, he raised his head, and a touch of blood gradually filled his eyes.

In the distance, under the ancient tree, Allen, who had been training on flat ground, suddenly raised his head, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

At this time, he was already five years old, and after more than half a year of training in Artis, and because of his own blood, he looked much older than ordinary children of the same age. Moreover, with the awakening of the ancient dragon's bloodline, the dragon power on his body seemed to be more and more final, and at this time, just standing here, there was a faint majesty, which people did not dare to underestimate.

"What is this danger as a premonition?" he frowned, turning to look in a distant direction, looking a little puzzled.

As he muttered to himself, above his head, the world's source power boiled almost all at once, as if sensing the crisis and began to instinctively resist.

Under his gaze, in the distance, the young Ozoris came into his eyes.

Suddenly, Allen's pupils shrank, and his eyes stared at the four-armed demon beside the young man, with a strong sense of hostility.

He has been orphaned since he was a child, his parents and clansmen died at the hands of the demons, and even he was caught by the demons, and he was almost sent to be used as blood food.

This experience, coupled with a unique instinct like a natural enemy, makes him have a strong sense of hostility towards the demons.

"Hey, this tribe. In the distance, Otro Listonfoot looked at the tribe in front of him, a look of shock in his eyes.

After many times of absorption and governance by Artis, this originally barren region has begun to gradually prosper at this time.

In the surrounding area, a large number of well-grown crops are growing vigorously, and people are shuttling through them, working hard.

This quiet sight suddenly shocked Odhoris and the other demons, and then a wave of greed rose.

"A lot of blood food..." Behind him, the four-armed demon couldn't help but muttered to himself, looking at the powerful clansmen in front of him, with a strong appetite in his eyes.

"Even for the king, having so much blood food is a great wealth. ”

Ozoris squinted in thought, then felt himself being spied on, and couldn't help but look at Allen to the side.

Suddenly, he let out a surprised sigh again, looking at Alan in the distance, with a faint surprise in his eyes.

"This breath, and the power of the powerful bloodline, who is he?"

Ozoris was surprised in his heart, and faintly felt a powerful bloodline force gradually recovering.

It's scary. The four-armed demon is a transcendent race, and its bloodline is extremely strong. Among them, Ozoris belongs to a special kind of individual, and its bloodline potential, even if it is not much worse than the king, is extremely terrifying.

Even such a terrifying bloodline feels powerful, and it is by no means comparable to ordinary bloodlines.

There was some interest in his eyes, and he looked at Alan standing in the distance, and couldn't help but move in his heart.

At this moment, a roar sounded. Wake up the whole tribe. Some people saw the arrival of the demon and sounded the alarm.

"Oops, looks like we've been discovered. Ozoris sneered, unconcerned.

His eyes were still looking at Alan in front of him, and he took a step forward and walked forward slowly.

Suddenly, on the other side, an extremely strong premonition of danger appeared in Allen's heart, as if he was being targeted by some desolate beast.