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And the bloodline is a gift from heaven and earth.

According to ancient legends, in ancient times, when heaven and earth were first born, the first creatures were spirits. Of course, the spirits at that time were not what they are now. They keep the body of a beast and are called divine beasts, or sacred beasts.

These creatures have incomparable power, and everything they have is inherited from heaven and earth.

However.

Heaven is impermanent, and the world is unpredictable.

Even the divine beasts that were powerful enough to open the heavens and the earth could not bear the vicissitudes of heaven and earth in the end, and eventually fell into ashes.

But.

Although they have fallen and even died in heaven and earth, their bloodline has been quietly passed down through reproduction or other means.

And the descendants who have inherited their bloodline are the current spirits.

In this bloodline, everything about the ancient beasts is imprinted, including their strength, their majesty, their glory, and their perception of heaven and earth.

In the legend of the spirit clan, there has always been such a saying.

If anyone can return to the roots, understand the essence of the bloodline in the body, and even make the thin and mixed bloodline pure and thick again, he will be able to get the call of the ancients and reawaken the glory of the ancients.

It sounds very high, but in simple terms, it is actually refining the bloodline.

Continuously refine the bloodline inherited from the ancestors in the body, so as to crack the imprint in it and get everything imprinted in the bloodline by the ancestor.

Of course.

The difficulty of this is unimaginable.

This has never been confirmed by a spirit in the years of indefinite years.

And the pastoral world.

As a genuine human being, it seems that from the very beginning, he did not have any chance to get a glimpse of the essence of the bloodline.

But.

Perhaps it was precisely because he was not a spirit that he did not have enough awe for this divine power. This also allows him to use various methods to try to solve the mystery.

For example.

Imprint!

As we all know, any power is just a form, and if it wants to exert enough power, it must have a carrier.

The carrier of spiritual power is the Dharma. The carrier of divine consciousness is witchcraft.

And the bloodline, this power is a little weird.

Its carrier is not a practice, and even strictly speaking, the body is only a host, not a carrier.

The real carrier of the bloodline is actually the imprint.

This is the result of the Mu Realm's continuous study of his body and the mysterious patterns that grow on his body, and on the power tablet of the Wisdom Valley, he has been completely confirmed!

This made him even more convinced.

The bloodline is constantly being refined and stimulated, thus giving birth to imprints on the body.

These sigils are the most natural talismans, they are connected to the bloodline, perfectly fused together, and help each other.

When the bloodline is purer, the sigil grows more perfectly. The perfect mark can maximize the power of the bloodline, and even nourish the bloodline in reverse, making it stronger.

The knowledge of the pastor's predecessors, combined with his own memories and experiences, leads to another conclusion from recent realizations:

If you want to completely decipher the essence of the bloodline, you should start with the imprint.

As long as you can fully understand the meaning of every imprint and every line, you can completely stimulate the power of the bloodline, so as to obtain its most profound inheritance!

All right.

It's easy to say, but it's easy to do...

It's simply an impossible task.

You must know that any pair of essences has countless patterns, and if you want to fully understand it, it is even more difficult than ascending to the sky.

In particular, the current essence body of the pastoral world is still the legendary Five Spirits Zhentian, and its complexity far exceeds that of all the essence bodies in the world. If you want to figure out the secret, I am afraid it is countless times more difficult than ascending to the sky.

However, the pastoral community has its own approach.

He once remembered that when he was studying the art of engraving in Cloud Dragon City, he stumbled upon a magical method.

At that time, he went all out, had no thoughts and no thoughts, his mind was empty, and he once entered an inexplicable realm. In that realm, all emotions are withdrawn, all distractions are expelled, and the body and consciousness reach a very terrifying level, almost a hundredfold or even a thousandfold increase in computing power.

So, the pastoral world began to try.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he silently closed his eyes.

Operate the divine power in your body with all your might, control them, and flow quickly in your body.

The golden divine power, like a rushing river, galloped along the meridians, and when their speed reached an extreme.

Suddenly.

"Poof!"

There was a silent sound inside the body.

The surging divine power suddenly burned in the body.

The dazzling golden light, like a blazing sun, lit up with a bang. The whole person in the pastoral world was wrapped in golden light in an instant, turning into a brilliant and inexplicable golden sky.

The pastoral world let out an unconscious murmur.

He only felt that the endless divine power was rapidly penetrating towards the deepest part of his body.

Everything around him dissipated, and even his own consciousness quickly collapsed and disappeared without a trace.

In the end.

He only felt as if he were an invisible mass, suspended in a chaotic world, boundless, without beginning or end.

The pastoral world is like a puppet, sitting on the ground in a daze.

But the weird thing is.

His hands, his ten fingers, moved strangely, intertwined at a rapid speed, entangled with layers of phantoms.

In this strange state, his every movement was flawless, every thought was conveyed at almost the speed of light, and even his divine power was like an arm.

Its efficiency has increased I don't know how many times.

He is like the most perfect puppet, tirelessly exploring, cracking the lines, imprints, and bloodlines on his body!

Soon.

One by one, the lines were perfectly broken by him and mastered.

I saw that the imprints that were still dense and impenetrable were dimmed little by little. It's like a mountain that was originally shrouded in clouds, and the breeze blows through the Buddha, and it suddenly becomes clear and clear!

The pastoral world, which is mired in mystery, has no concept of time at all.

I don't know how long it has been.

There was a silent explosion in the deepest part of his body again, and he suddenly came back to his senses from the chaos.

It's just that.

Before he could fully wake up, the boundless tiredness was like a raging wave, swallowing him up in an instant. He only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he collapsed directly on the ground, unconscious!

The guards outside were startled when they heard the movement in the house. As soon as I pushed the door open, I saw the adult slumped on the ground, and I was shocked.

The subordinates made a quick announcement.

Not long after, Xiye Fox Mo and others arrived.

Seeing the adults who had completely lost consciousness, everyone's faces changed drastically, and they were about to step forward.

At the right time.

Lian Nishang suddenly appeared silently: "Don't move, don't touch him!"

Seeing the distrustful looks of Hu Mo and the others, she didn't explain, just stared at the pastoral world that fell to the ground, and said in a quiet tone: "After a while, you will know!"

Really.

Her words fell within a few breaths.

I saw the pastor who collapsed to the ground, and a faint golden light suddenly lit up on his body.

The golden light was so faint that it looked like a candle about to go out, and it would have been hard to detect if it weren't for the darkness in the room.

The faint light, flickering and flickering, maintains a unique rhythm, like breathing.

Hu Mo and the others slowed down, slowly retreated, and re-guarded the door.

No matter how stupid a person is, he knows that adults are definitely in a special state at the moment, and they must not be disturbed.

The expression on Lian Nishang's face changed, and finally turned into a complicated one, looking at the pastoral world, she suddenly sighed quietly, her tone was full of disbelief.

She couldn't figure it out anyway.

Why does this guy who doesn't seem too special always be able to do something special?

Power!

Underneath these two words, there are endless bones and regrets.

How many geniuses, how many heroes, how many demons, all of them fell under these two words, and regretted it for life.

Even a peerless genius like Long Xin was still blocked from the door, and it was difficult to step for a long time.

Can be pastoral.

Such a guy who doesn't even have a heritage, doesn't even have a concept, and only got divine power by chance, has already reached the realm of 'divine power breathing'!

The so-called divine power breathing, even the pastoral world itself does not know what it is.

But the practice of Ni Dress, which has a more complete inheritance, is very clear in my heart.

The so-called divine breath is a sign of the beginning of divine power. This means that the divine power has become completely integrated with the body, regardless of each other. In the same way, this means that the pastoral world has initially grasped the essence of divine power and can operate and control divine power at will.

"You..."

"Who the hell..."

Lian Nishang muttered to herself.

The mystery of the vision of heaven and earth, she has not yet solved it, but the divine breath is happening in front of her again.

The man in front of him is always breaking the myth, he is like a huge variable, and he can do something to break the shackles with every move.

Lian Nishang only felt that he couldn't understand him more and more.

"What if..."

"It would be nice to be able to probe his body again. ”

Lian Nishang thought so at this moment.

She was confident that if she could see the flow of power in the pastoral realm again, she would definitely be able to completely figure out what he was doing.

However, this is clearly unrealistic.

A situation like the last one is truly a once-in-a-millennium occurrence and will never happen again.

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside.

Lian Nishang was awakened from her trance, and her brows furrowed slightly.

But when she heard the exclamations outside, her face changed suddenly.

"Look, there's a glow!"

"Oh my God, isn't that the Valley of Wisdom. ”

"It's the power monument, and the power monument is glowing. ”

...

Lian Nishang didn't dare to slack off, her figure flashed, and she disappeared into the room out of thin air. Appeared again, already in the sky.

But when she suspended in the void and looked in the direction of the Wisdom Valley in the distance, she only glanced at it, and was suddenly completely stunned.

The original Wisdom Valley is dark and deep, full of quaint atmosphere, carrying thousands of years of time, making people look up endlessly. But at this moment, those stone tablets seemed to be alive, and a faint light lit up on each one.

Dozens or hundreds of stone tablets, all lit up.

The faint light continued together, like a sea of light, flickering and dimming.

The entire city of Buzhou was completely shocked. Countless cultivators came from all directions, all staring at the stone tablet in disbelief.

Thousands of years have passed since the establishment of Buzhou City, and such a thing has never been heard of happening.

What's going on here?

The Power Monument, is it really resurrected?

Lian Nishang stared at the stone tablets tightly, she looked at the flickering light, and suddenly her face changed, as if she had been struck by lightning.

With some difficulty, he turned his head and looked towards his feet.

There.

There was also an eerie glow.

One will be bright, the other will be dim, maintaining a unique rhythm.

It's like breathing!