In the early morning, the morning sun rises, and the golden glow falls on the mountain cliff, which is bright and full of vitality.

Ji Quan opened his eyes with a solemn expression, and waited here for a day and a night, not waiting for the fifth ancestor to come back.

He looked through the doors and windows, looking at the early morning in the mountains, and fell into thought.

The drooping boy of the Fifth Ancestor's family walked over with a plate of spirit fruit and wine in his hand.

"Young master, let's eat something." He said cautiously.

Ji Quan picked up a red fruit, looked it up and down, and said, "Isn't this my family's kind?" ”

"The sick old man sent it over, I'm afraid it won't suit your appetite." The boy said.

"What if it suits my appetite too much and accidentally burns down your main hall again?" Ji Quan raised his glass and feigned a sigh.

The boy shrunk his neck, and also thought of the bloody storm not long ago, which made a mess of the hall, and after the fifth ancestor came back, he didn't know how to explain it.

"Don't worry, not this time! At least we have to wait for the five ancestors to come back, so I can put some rare treasures. Ji Quan said.

When the boy heard this, he waved his hand again and again and withdrew.

Ji Quan laughed and drank it all in one gulp, feeling much more relaxed.

He picked up the red fruit, bit off most of it, and chewed it slowly.

The familiar fruity aroma hits the taste buds, the tender juice is flowing down the throat, and streams of aura explode in the body, washing the flesh.

Ji Quan remembered the old man at home, he hadn't been back for several days, and he didn't know how he was now, whether the injuries in his body had healed.

What kind of person was he before, he stayed in the Ji clan all these years, and never heard him mention it, but sometimes his expression was stunned, and his eyes showed a trace of loneliness.

"Over the years, although I have often wandered on the cliffs, there are mostly disputes within the clan, and it is still rare to stay outside for so many days." Ji Quan muttered to himself and shook his head.

After breakfast, Ji Quan ran the mystical method recorded in the Void Sutra, dissolved the medicinal power, baptized the body, and the lines of Tao and reason intertwined on the surface of the body, exuding violent fluctuations.

If someone is watching, they will definitely be shocked, this kind of cultivation can be called demonic, it is simply a sacrifice of the physical body as a weapon!

The Wheel Sea Secret Realm emitted a faint light, and the Emperor's scriptures sounded quietly, and the lilac blood rushed in the body, like a real dragon roaring in the body.

In the bitter sea, the waves are rolling, the waves are monstrous, and above is a layer of misty black fog, like a dry universe, cold and dark, a few stars dotted among them, flickering from time to time.

"Boom!"

In the center of the bitter sea, a spring was gushing out streams of divine liquid, like brilliant clouds, exuding a strong breath of life, which was the monk's fountain of life.

At this moment, the wheel of life covered under the sea of suffering was communicated, and endless divine energy gushed out through the fountain of life, hitting the boundless sky!

The misty black mist was torn apart, and the stars dimmed, revealing a small purple sky!

A few drops of rain brewed in the sky, exuding a magnificent light, like purple relics, dripping from above the bitter sea and falling into the surging waves.

A domineering aura overflowed in the bitter sea, like a hidden dragon entering the river and sea, the immortal king was in the ninth day, the rolling waves were frozen, and a wisp of purple light covered the entire bitter sea.

The pitch-black ocean was silent for a moment, and then began to fluctuate again, but in the boundless darkness, there seemed to be a little more purple.

This is a kind of primordial tempering, a normal person, the bitter sea is either pitch black or dark green, the interior is silent, there is no fluctuation of life, and his bitter sea waves are bursting, very active.

And, with the help of purple raindrops, the dark sea of bitterness is turning purple!

The essence of the fruit was exhausted, and Ji Quan had a premonition that the blood in his body would be further revived, so he decisively stopped running the Xuanfa, and the flickering lines on his body quickly dimmed.

Now, he wants to avoid the further recovery of the tyrant blood as much as possible, and collide with the law of the Great Dao in the emperor's blood.

Once the bloodlines of the two supreme beings start a full-scale duel, the consequences caused by that are not something that his current physical body can bear.

The last time the knife between the two was tried, he was already tortured.

"The Void Sutra can only be used to drive the Xuanfa, not to promote the realm, in the current state, the emperor blood and the overlord blood just maintain a balance, if the Void Sutra is cultivated to a deeper depth, it is tantamount to breaking this balance."

Ji Quan had a hunch that when he reached the Four Extremes Secret Realm, the blood of the tyrant would be fully revived, from the outside to the inside, dyeing the bitter sea all over and turning it into a purple ocean.

At that time, the Emperor Blood and the Overlord Blood will have the ultimate showdown.

This is a road that no one has walked before, and no one can be sure what will happen in the end, all the efforts and accumulation that have to be done are just for a better result.

So, until you make all the preparations, stay away from that realm.

"I need an Emperor Sutra, at least not inferior to the Void Sutra, the stronger the scripture, the better, as an axis, to dominate the two bloodlines."

Ji Quan said to himself, he followed the example of the ancient sages and practiced a supreme secret technique, even if he stayed in a certain realm, he could still improve his combat power, and his cultivation would not stagnate.

The more powerful the scriptures, the more they can tap the potential of the human body's secret realm and push the power of this secret art to the extreme.

In addition, the various world-shattering techniques of the "Void Sutra" also need a powerful imperial scripture to drive and exert divine might.

"Tao Jing" is very good, it is not only a superior immortal classic, it is known as the strongest in the secret realm of the wheel sea, and there is the mystery of withering glory in it, which can correspond to the power of the void and the blood of the sky.

This is one of the ways he came up with it.

"If I had to go back to the beginning, I would still choose to do it all over again." Ji Quan's eyes were firm.

If you had just embarked on the path of cultivation, whether it was the blood of the Great Emperor or the blood of the Heavenly Tyrant, you would have just been born.

With the power of the Ancestors, or even the Driving Void Mirror, he could completely strip away any of them, but he himself was unwilling to take this path.

Ba Blood chose him and awakened in his body, as if he was born supreme.

If the foundation is cut off, it is equivalent to a large part of your own talent being cut off, and it will be completely covered by the bloodline of the Great Emperor under the blessing of the Void Sutra, buried, and no longer sprout.

On the other side, the power of the void is mysterious and vast, turning into fragments of the Great Dao, hidden in the emperor's blood, the more atavistic it is, the more powerful this power will become.

He wanted to try to build a balance between the two, so that the hegemonic blood of the only self and the emperor blood containing the fragments of the Great Dao could sharpen each other and transform into his own Dao.

"This is my way, since I have chosen this path, I must go on well, I will definitely find a way to coexist with the blood and other physiques, and succeed!"

Ji Quan muttered to himself, his expression was very firm, his ink-colored hair was messy and flying, half-covering his thin cheeks, and his eyes were blooming purple.